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Chapter 442 Beating And Warning 【Subscription】

"What... what?"

Fudge was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly flew into a rage.

He never imagined that it was just a small temptation of his own that would attract such a fierce counterattack from Amber.

Barty Crouch, a strong contender for the position of Minister of Magic with Fudge before.

He was head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement when he competed with Fudge.

As a law enforcement agency, Barty Crouch is stern, rigorous and fair, and has won the favor and support of some people.

But after that, Fudge still sat in this position.

But it is not safe to sit.

Just a few years ago, Fudge paid a huge price, and even borrowed the power of the Cadmus family.

Only then did Barty Crouch be transferred to the Department of International Magic Exchange.

This is already equivalent to being a cold bench.

It was precisely because he had assigned himself, the biggest opponent, that Fudge dared to challenge Amber at this time.

But did not expect. At this time, Amber actually passed him and ordered. Order Barty Crouch over here.

And it seems that he will let Barty Crouch take over from him and become the organizer of the Triwizard Tournament.

"No, Amber. You listen to me, the truth is I can live with...."

Fudge hurriedly explained, but he felt two heavy men suddenly fall from his shoulders.

That kind of mighty force that seems to be irreversible.

What he almost said, the other half of the words were swallowed abruptly.

It opened its mouth like a toad whose stomach was pinched, but it could only scream silently.

Seeing Merlin's action, Amber smiled slightly, her tone still gentle and relaxed.

"No, no, dear Connelly, you have to learn to decompress yourself."

"You are so tired now, look at you, how long has it been since you left this office?"

Fudge opened his mouth wide, and silently ahed twice.

He knew that what Amber meant by this sentence meant that he was already busy and didn't have time to leave the office.

But in fact, he was blaming him for not going to the lobby to greet Amber.

At this time, Fudge really wanted to tell Amber with righteous words that the relationship between them had changed.

I also want to beg Amber quickly, trying to get his forgiveness.

However, those big hands on his shoulders seemed to block all of Fudge's reactions.

Obviously Amber didn't use any magic, but Fudge couldn't speak a word.

Until now, Fudge felt it belatedly.

There seems to be a considerable degree of deviation in my previous judgment.

Amber is not at the end of the battle, and the Southern Parliament is not unable to control the forces under its command.

They just don't seem to care.

However, when Fudge just thought of this, it was too late.

The Secretariat, which originally would not listen to anyone's orders except its own, actually carried out Amber's order meticulously.

After a while, Barty Crouch, who was wearing a decent suit and a serious face, appeared. He kept a straight face. Walked into the minister's office.

"His Highness Amber, Minister Fudge, good day...

Seeing Barty Crouch with solemn makeup in front of him, Amber nodded in satisfaction.

Then he patted Fudge on the shoulder. He let go of the hand that had been pressing down on him, sat aside, and leisurely lit a cigar.

"Sit, Mr. Crouch."

Barty Crouch bowed slightly, then sat on a low stool beside him with his chest up and his head up.

Amber nodded in satisfaction with the military-like rigidity and seriousness.

So he threw a cigar to Barty Crouch as a sign of friendship, and then asked in a cloud:

"Mr. Barty Crouch, how's work going?"

Barty Crouch nodded slightly, his eyes seemed to skip over the pale Fudge beside him.

Then he said with a serious face:

"Very easy, Your Highness Amber."

Until now, Barty Crouch still upholds the tradition of the magic world, calling Amber, who has been promoted to a great wizard, as His Royal Highness.

Seeing Barty Crouch who is so knowledgeable and interesting, Amber nodded in satisfaction and said:

"Just take it easy. Our Minister Fudge is really tired recently. As his right-hand man, you need to help him share some work."

Hearing this sentence, there was a flash of ecstasy in Tikrouch's eyes.

But he still didn't dare to neglect, bowed slightly to Amber, and asked:

"Excuse me, Your Highness Amber, what can I do for you?"

Amber waved her hand and said:

"Hey, it's not about service. I always like friends to help each other."

Amber emphasized the word friend, then looked at Fudge beside him who was already trembling. He smiled and continued.

"However, I heard that Minister Fudge presided over all the affairs of the Triwizard Tournament, which is not right."

Amber feigned displeasure, lit the cigar in her hand to Barty Crouch in front of her, and said:

"This is the responsibility of your International Magic Exchange Department, and you have to share this matter from Minister Fudge.

Hearing Amber's words, Barty Crouch couldn't hide the excitement on his face anymore.

Triwizard Tournament.

As the top event in the world of magic, the political significance of this is quite huge.

The person in charge of this work can openly contact various magic schools.

Facing the backbone students who will be scattered all over the magic world in the future, they can make friends wantonly.

Moreover, the students who can participate in the Triwizard Tournament are all the best in each school.

This is a very precious political capital.

Thinking of this, Barty Crouch immediately stood up, bowed deeply to Amber, and assured:

".. Please rest assured, Your Highness Amber. I will definitely help the Minister "share" this work."

Amber nodded in satisfaction.

"That's all right, Fudge is tired, and we can't let my dear Minister collapse at work.

"So I will let each magic school communicate directly with you, I hope you don't (so sadly) lose the chain."

"What do you say, Connelly?"

Speaking of this, Amber suddenly turned her head and looked at Fudge next to her with a smile on her face.

It's just that such a smile, in Fudge's eyes, was like a devil's taunt, making him fall into an ice cave.

But there was nothing he could do.

In one sentence, Amber deprived him of his coveted hosting qualifications, and "transferred this huge political capital from his hands to the hands of his political opponents abruptly.

But he has no right to resist.

So at this time, Fudge could only forcefully pull out a smile, with sweat dripping down his face.

"Yes...that's right, I need to lighten my burden......"

Amber nodded in agreement and said:

"Then write."

Seeing Fudge walking towards the desk stiffly, Amber also stood up and nodded slightly to the two.

"Since this is the case, then I have to do something, see you two."

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