ebonymovies Chapter 9 I, Fudge, am truly a genius!
Chapter 9 I, Fudge, am truly a genius!
Chapter 9 I, Fudge, am truly a genius!
Amidst the cries of shock, grief, and heartache from the crowd, Ciel had already bitten into the Elder Wand.
But it's clear that this thing must have some kind of protective spell to prevent it from physical damage.
Otherwise, after so many centuries of wandering, it might have been buried in a graveyard, and if anything unexpected happened, the Elder Wand would probably have been shattered into pieces long ago.
But after all these years, it still functions perfectly.
Ciel took a bite, but couldn't even get a splinter of wood off the Elder Wand; instead, he hurt his own teeth from the sharp edge.
This led Charles to change his strategy, and just like eating a frozen ice cream, he started slurping it up.
After just a few bites, a barrage of notifications from the Deep Blue System began ringing in Xia Er's mind.
"Deduction points +500..."
"Deduction points +500..."
After a few bites, nearly 5,000 deduction points were in my pocket!
Charles gasped.
Is this the true value of the Deathly Hallows?
Just a few slurps and you get so many deduction points?!
Immediately, Sharl learned from his previous experience in the dream world of R'lyeh and focused on seizing this opportunity to earn deduction points, without thinking about anything else.
One bite, two bites, three bites...
Charles's deduction points continued to soar.
In the blink of an eye, it has approached the previous peak of 100,000 points, enough to transform a most basic and ordinary spell like the Glowing Spell into a forbidden spell like the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell!
Unfortunately, just as the Charles was still reluctant to part with the Elder Wand, Dumbledore, with a helpless expression, gently said something.
"Mr. Evans, could you please release my wand?"
Charles then reluctantly relented.
Dumbledore tapped his wand lightly, and the few remaining marks on it vanished instantly.
At that moment, a nurse from St. Mungo's Hospital quickly brought over a tray and placed it in front of Charles.
"Poor child, look how hungry you are."
"Eat up, eat quickly, take it slow, there's more if you're not full."
Sure enough, it took Charles a while to realize what was happening.
During the time he was kidnapped by Dark, he really didn't eat or drink anything except for the sublimation potion.
Even the little food left in his stomach was vomited up in disgust.
He was really hungry.
This time, Xia Er didn't use the Deep Blue system to convert food into deduction points; instead, he buried himself in eating.
Besides relieving his hunger, Ciel also wanted to think about how to handle the situation should the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic ask him what had happened in Dark's basement.
But after seeing Charles begin to devour his food, everyone in the ward relaxed a bit, including the wizards who clearly exuded a bureaucratic air.
Rather than asking what happened to a Muggle child who had just been kidnapped by Dark, whose magic had just raged, they were clearly more concerned with something else.
That's their approval rating.
The fact that Charles was alive and seemed to be mentally sound, aside from being starving, was the best news they could have hoped for.
Otherwise, once the reporters report on Ciel's miserable state, the already dissatisfied people in the magical world might be instantly enraged.
When the protests and demonstrations come, political enemies will seize the opportunity to make a big fuss and might even force them to step down early.
Compared to that, does it matter how Dark died?
He probably drank the drug and killed himself even more.
If that doesn't work, we can just make up a legendary story based on the remaining traces.
The person is dead, so the truth is no longer important. What matters is to maintain one's position in this turmoil.
A moment later, a short old man with a head of fluffy white hair walked over.
He glanced at Dumbledore beside the hospital bed, his eyes filled with wariness, as if he were wary that Dumbledore might use this incident to seize his power.
Then, he approached Charles and introduced himself.
"Mr. Ciel Evans, I am Cornelius Fudge, the current Minister for Magic, or as you Muggles call him..."
"What's that called again, Prime Minister? Oh right, that's the word."
"I deeply sympathize with your plight. That ruthless Dark has caused enough suffering to the wizarding world. Thanks to your courage and wisdom, Dark was defeated this time, and you deserve great credit."
After exchanging a lot of pleasantries, Fudge finally revealed his true intentions.
The original intention was to have Ciel cooperate with the Ministry of Magic in some publicity and media coverage to quell public opinion.
Major issues to minor ones out.
Dumbledore, standing to the side, glared angrily.
"Minister, Charles is still a child. He's just been through something terrible. Are you going to tell him all this now?"
Fukichi chuckled twice, but his attitude remained firm, and he spoke to Ciel with a hint of seduction.
"Just imagine, you'll be a star in the wizarding world's newspapers."
"You will be the next Boy Who Lived. You know the Boy Who Lived? He's practically a legend in the wizarding world."
"When you enroll in school, all your classmates will look at you with admiration, including those pretty girls..."
"Ahem, just imagine the scene!"
A hint of sarcasm flickered in Charles's mind.
Indeed, seeing is believing. Cornelius Fudge, the politician in the original work who would do anything for his political career.
Even the idea of Voldemort's return was dismissed as nonsense, ultimately giving the Death Eaters ample time to develop and leading to the downfall of the Ministry of Magic.
Many Harry Potter fans jokingly refer to him as a Death Eater spy.
Looking at him now, he truly is a complete power-hungry animal.
Unfortunately, the bargaining chips Fudge offered were only good for fooling naive children.
But inside Charles's body is the soul of an adult.
The boy who miraculously survived?
Let whoever wants to do this kind of thing, which only brings prestige but no real benefits, do it.
Being an outstanding individual in your previous workplace was at least useful when it came to applying for professional titles!
After a moment, Charles asked again.
"A celebrity? Someone worshipped by millions?"
Fudge nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, that's right!"
In Fudge's view, no child could resist such temptation.
To his utter surprise, Charles's expression was incredibly firm and filled with a sense of responsibility.
"Minister Fudge, if you've ever followed me, you'll know that I'm a household name in the Muggle world, as you all call me."
"I firmly believe that public figures need to have a sense of responsibility."
"I must tell the truth about what happened and the extent of Dak's evil deeds so that justice can be served, parents and children will pay more attention to safety, and such things may not happen again in the future."
"I, Charles, am of unyielding integrity; I will never bury the truth for the sake of a title!"
"This price is not enough to buy me out!"
Dumbledore, standing to the side, wore a relieved smile.
Charles, such courage and determination, such a strong sense of responsibility.
It's definitely a Gryffindor!
Fudge looked embarrassed.
His scheme was exposed by the child Charles, and he was even lectured in return. This made the old fox feel a burning embarrassment, and he wished he could leave this shameful scene as soon as possible.
The thought that if Charles were to exaggerate the truth and have it widely reported in the magical world's newspapers, the magical world's people might be stirred up, and his position would truly be unstable.
Despite his embarrassment, Fudge stayed.
His forehead was covered in cold sweat as he racked his brains trying to figure out how to get Charles to change his mind.
He then remembered that the information he had read mentioned that Charles was a genius student known throughout the Muggle community in Britain.
He didn't pay attention at the time, but as it turned out, his attempt to lure Ciel with his celebrity status was completely ineffective.
What other methods are there to quell the situation?
A thought flashed through Fudge's mind like lightning.
He remembered that the information also mentioned that Charles seemed to have a peculiar obsession with food.
Looking at Xia Ersu's behavior after waking up, it's clear that the information is accurate.
With this in mind, Fudge had a flash of inspiration and proposed another condition.
"Mr. Evans, to express our apology and make amends, all your food expenses in the wizarding world will henceforth be reimbursed by the wizarding world!"
Upon hearing this, Xia Dun, who was engrossed in preparing meals for patients, immediately looked up, a strange light appearing in his eyes.
"Minister, are you serious?"
"The magical world reimburses everything you eat?"
"Even if I have a huge appetite and a tiny bit of pica, is that still okay?"
Upon hearing Ciel's question, Fudge was overjoyed and nodded solemnly.
"That's right, either way is fine. We can sign an agreement right now, and the Ministry of Magic will permanently guarantee your food expenses!"
The next moment, without any hesitation, Charles said decisively.
"make a deal!"
At the same time, he also let out a heartfelt sigh.
"Minister Fouché, you're such a kind person!"
As Shire expressed his approval and agreed to the condition, Dumbledore, who had been standing by with a look of satisfaction, almost ripped his beard off.
No, wasn't he just standing firm and unyielding?
Now they're agreeing to this just for food reimbursement?
Ciel Evans, I was mistaken. You are not a Gryffindor.
Hufflepuff, no doubt!
Fudge revealed a sly smile, his heart churning with smug satisfaction.
"I, Fudge, am truly a genius. I so easily discerned this child's weakness, resolved the political crisis at a negligible cost, and even used it to promote the humanitarian concerns of our Ministry of Magic."
"As for food reimbursement..."
"Haha, how much can this kid eat?"
"Even if he eats like this for a hundred years, he won't bankrupt the Ministry of Magic, will he?!"
(End of this chapter)