The elevator door was opened again on the fourth floor.

Mrs. Ekemo, who was standing at the door, was stunned.

She saw a shocking scene:

Umbridge knelt on the ground, tilted his head, a disgusting smile on her lips, and a ball of paper in her hands covered with sticky liquid.

Oh, Merlin's stockings...

Mrs. Ekemo stood there quietly, and she wanted to bend her head for a moment, and she thought of making up for strange scenes.

no!

This is the Ministry of Magic elevator? You two are inside... it's ridiculous!

Also... the elevator stays on almost every floor, with only a few seconds apart.

Minister, you are so fast...a little too fast?

Mrs. Ikemo thought contemptly.

Umbridge was about to explain, but stopped.

She didn't realize the wrong posture, but thought about something else.

What should I say?

To be honest, it is just the saliva on the minister's shoes.

But...what is she? Advisor to the Minister of Magic!

An adviser helped the minister shine his shoes and did such a house-raising elf job. If others knew about it, wouldn’t he think that Umbridge got to power by licking the minister?

Although this is a fact, we cannot let others think so!

She relies on ability and skilled business, not on licking to get to the top!

Umbridge's mind was rumbling all the time, and she immediately said:

"Mr. Minister's invisible eyes fell off. Don't stand there, help quickly?"

Mrs. Ekemo hesitated again and began a new round of brain remediation.

Umbridge wasn't hinting at her.

No, she is a good woman!

There is a good husband and daughter Marietta who goes to school in Hogwarts...the family is happy and happy.

Fortunately, Umbridge had already shouted:

"Ah, I found it, I found it, you can leave."

Mrs. Ekmo was stunned for two seconds and was about to leave, but Umbridge called him again.

She threatened: "The Minister doesn't want people to know about his invisible eyes with Muggles. Don't say it out loud, otherwise..."

Mrs. Ekemo nodded in a hurry and ran away like flying.

She is just a small employee of the Flynet Administration Bureau, so she dared not go out to talk nonsense.

However, in a place where Umbridge could not see, a little beetle was holding the same narrow camera and taking pictures.

Cunning and stunning angles!

The elevator shook slightly up again, and the cold voice announced: "The first floor is the Office of the Minister of Magic and the Logistics Department."

Fuji walked out of the elevator and passed one shiny wooden door after another. Each door had a small sign with the name and position of the person in the house.

Fudge enjoyed this feeling very much? He walked this journey countless times, and every time he was shocked by the majesty, complexity and unfathomableness of the Ministry of Magic.

Passing by the consultant's office? Umbridge did not go in? Instead, he continued walking and followed the minister toward his room.

The minister's office looks more like a luxurious living room.

There are no large piles of documents? Some letters that are in urgent need of reply... Oriental carpets, black oak desks? And chairs equipped with cushions.

The wall is decorated with a famous painting of Boucher? The bookshelf is filled with books related to Forge.

Some were introduced to him, some were endorsed by him... and some were written by him and used to make money.

Fudge sat down on the velvet couch, Umbridge poured two glasses of Bordeaux and walked slowly over.

"Okay? Minister? Don't be angry? I have any other way to help you deal with Dumbledore."

Umbridge rubbed Fudge's shoulders.

"What's the solution?" Fuji took a sip of the red wine of thirty years.

"Since Weasley is not good, can we win over his son? That young man named Percy Weasley."

"Is that OK?" Fuji hesitated.

The Weasleys are all weird, he doesn't think that the one named Percy will become his person.

"I'm sure, I can tell that he is the Weasley family, the only 'normal' and 'smart people'." Umbridge said confidently.

"Go and call him," Foggy reminded. "Don't let Arthur see."

Soon, Umbridge took Percy into the room.

Fudge is reading the book he wrote this year, "The Wizard of Extreme Poverty Alleviation and Poverty Alleviation and Poverty Alleviation"

Percy looked at the book, feeling a little excited.

Fudge looked up and said, "Why, you've seen it too?"

"Yes, I have to read for half an hour every night before going to bed... I can recite almost every paragraph, Mr. Minister!" Percy shivered excitedly.

Fuji's eyebrows were raised, and someone else held all the words he wrote?

This new licking method made Fuji feel a little secretly happy.

He immediately chose a few paragraphs, and Percy deserved to be a top student, so he did memorize it completely.

"Not bad... really good." Fudge looked at Percy, but suddenly said, "Child, I remember you committed serious crime of misunderstanding.

You didn't realize that your boss, Crouch, was under his son's control."

"I know...it's my fault...but...I..." Percy's lips trembled.

"Child, just such a mistake is enough to ruin your political career." Fudge shook his head and sighed:

"You should be aware of Crouch's mental disorder and report it to your superiors in a timely manner."

Percy looked at Fudge pleadedly.

"But...I can give you a chance." Fudge lowered his voice and let Percy sit down.

"As long as you are willing to cooperate with me... naturally no one is talking nonsense, I can give you a promotion and salary increase.

I also have a distant cousin who can introduce you to you."

If William was here, he would feel very familiar. Because this cousin had wanted to introduce him to him.

"What do you want me to do?" Percy asked.

"Child, your father, why did he go to the seventh floor?" Umbridge asked immediately.

Percy thought for a while and replied: "He went to Ludo Bagman. Bagman owed Gallon of Gringott.

They seemed to be fighting for Guling Pavilion...I didn't hear it clearly."

"Goling Pavilion?" Fuji frowned.

Could it be that Dumbledore is already fighting for the goblins and wants to undermine him?

Fuji's face became increasingly ugly.

"What else do you hear?" Umbridge asked.

"It seems... International Wizards' Conference or something... They didn't let me get close, I don't know..." Percy shook his head.

"International Wizards Conference." Fuji swallowed.

Could it be that at the conference, the mysterious man was resurrected?

"Percy, I can transfer you from the International Exchange and Cooperation Department and give you an errand as an assistant minister..." Fudge said slowly.

"Really?" Percy stood up. "Thank you, Mr. Minister!"

"But I need you to help me find out the news... about Dumbledore and Stark."

Percy struggled.

"Child, you have to know that I have already obtained evidence of Dumbledore's crime. You are drawing a clear line with him." Foggy continued.

"If something happens, your father can't escape, but because of you... he will be safe."

Percy's face was pale, his teeth clenched his lips. After a moment, he raised his head and said:

"I promise!"

Percy left, but Forge covered his head with a headache.
To be continued...