AmosTa's idea has been expressed very clearly, he will be attack this group of black wizards who had initiated the attack for the sake of the dark lord, this group pretended 'Death Eaters' attacked the arena, it was most wonderful place that by telling the British magical world's masses that the true Death Eaters have started to rejuvenation again, it will bring about far-reaching influence that is unestimated.
As for it, let him present the culprit to give the Ministry of Magic an explanation for the whole incident.
Well, according to the law, the bounty witch caught by AmosTa needs to serve a lifetime in Azkaban underground, now just with a different name.
But, there is an obvious flaw in AmosTa's plan, has already calmed down, review the whole plan in his mind at this moment, Fudge find it immediately.
And this flaw could completely tarnish the Ministry of Magic's reputation, turning it into a laughingstock.
"The witch who you challenged to a duel at Wizengamot, then, send her to Azkaban prison, with the command of Dementor alone, it's no problem, AmosTa, all of this can be done. But -"
Fudge's forehead began to sweat again,
"If we go through all this, and then another identical person appears outside."
"If another one really appears -" AmosTa said without hesitation, "It will just be a poor imitation, if people feel confused then I will explain it."
"Oh, that's it, a perfect plan!"
Fudge happily clapped the table with the hand that wasn't injured.
"No one can be more authoritative in confirming the identity of that witch, AmosTa, you defeated her, and her wand is still in your hand!"
After a deep talk, Fudge felt the heavy pressure on his shoulders was relieved by half. Although, in order to make this lie acceptable, it needed to shut many people's mouths, this is a bright road at all, but it would take some effort.
This is the second time that Amos Tauren Bren has used his wisdom to pull the Ministry of Magic back from the brink of collapse, and tonight, he has also directly saved the lives of tens of thousands of wizards. However, to say that seems a bit inappropriate.
Fudge was also in the private room and saw the whole thing. If it weren't for AmosTa suddenly appearing, the witch would have quietly left after kidnapping Harry Potter, there would be no subsequent duel.
This is awkward!
On one hand, the Ministry of Magic owes AmosTa Bren a great favor, and on the other hand, the power that AmosTa Bren possesses indeed makes the Ministry feel an immense sense of vigilance and unease.
This young and powerful wizard doesn't look like Dumbledore, he's aggressive, and unlike Albus Dumbledore who sticks to the principles, this young wizard seems quite a different kind. Dealing with such a special existence requires careful treatment, it cannot be offended and should be kept vigilant.
The solution to the most difficult problem was finally in place, and Fudge finally turned his attention to AmosTa. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, so he once again cast a hopeful glance towards Dumbledore, but this time, Dumbledore pretended not to see him.
"H cough cough -"
Fudge knew immediately that Dumbledore intended to stay out of it, and everything had to be handled on his own. Fudge clenched his fists and coughed twice, showing a phony smile at AmosTa.
"You've helped the Ministry of Magic again, and led the British magical community through a major crisis, AmosTa! I don't even know what to thank you with!"
"You're too modest, Minister -"
AmosTa returned a polite smile.
"This is something I should have done, Minister. As long as you don't have me locked up at Hogwarts and not allowed to go out, I am already grateful."
Fudge's face immediately turned bright purple, he couldn't say anything in a mumble, and when Dumbledore heard AmosTa say so, he also showed a forced smile.
"H cough cough , you must know that this is just a joke, AmosTa. Nobody can lock up a hero who saved the whole magical world -"
Fudge struggled to contain his embarrassment, wracking his brains to keep the conversation going.
"I dare bet, AmosTa, the front page of The Daily Prophet will have your photo for a month to come, and your topics will not end till Christmas. People will discuss every single thing that happened to you. Hah, surely I can get you the Merlin's Star Award -Level 1 from the Ministry."
"Oh, I already have that one -"
AmosTa smiled and looked at Fudge with an interested eye.
"While I killed the Grebbins."
"Oh, indeed. Ahem, I mean -"
Fudge's throat seemed to have been filled with the smell of rotten eggs, making him cough and splutter.
"Of course, I remember this!"
Although, if AmosTa had not appeared tonight, the decision that might have affected everyone later would never have happened. But ordinary people wouldn't think about that; they would only believe that without AmosTa Bren, the spectators from all over the world at the Quidditch Cup final would have suffered severe injuries or deaths.
It would be completely out of line for the Ministry of Magic and the International Wizarding Association not to give AmosTa Bren an award of recognition.
What could the Ministry of Magic give to AmosTa Bren as a token of thanks?
Honor? AmosTa already has the First Class Order of Merlin.
Wealth? AmosTa had already had companies knocking on his door when he killed the Grebbins, willing to pay a fortune just to get him to endorse their brands, but AmosTa refused them all. He's not interested in money for himself, and it wouldn't be fair to magic community members if he were.
Rights? AmosTa is essentially the second-in-command at Hogwarts, besides Dumbledore. He's also an advisor to the Ministry of Magic. If he were to be given more power on top of his already impressive accomplishments, it would likely be in the form of a director or vice-minister position, which is exactly what Fudge doesn't want to do.
The more Fudge thought about it, the more he felt hopeless.
He couldn't force Dumbledore to step down and have AmosTa Bren take over as the head of Hogwarts. But speaking of it, Dumbledore is indeed well past retirement age. And having both of them holed up in Hogwarts at the same time is not a good choice either, especially if they decide to plot something together. With Dumbledore's prestige, AmosTa's displayed power, and the wisdom of both, the Ministry would be unable to resist them.
"Dong, Dong, Dong"
A sudden urgent knock on the door outside of the office interrupted their secret meeting. Generally speaking, such an important and secret meeting wouldn't allow any interruptions. However, to Fudge's ears, the heavy knock sounded like a sweet melody that made him overjoyed.
Even through the door, AmosTa and Dumbledore had already sensed who was coming. Dumbledore's brow furrowed slightly, and AmosTa, who had not stopped knocking in an apparently impolite manner, lowered his gaze, with a coldness flashing briefly in his eyes.
"Who is it?" Fudge stood up, his expression and tone were much lighter, "Come in directly!"
Rustle——
The door was flung open, and the pale face of the visitor was contorted with pre-prepared anger. However, upon discovering that it wasn't just Cornelius Fudge in the office, but also Albus Dumbledore and the highly acclaimed AmosTa Bren were present as well, the visitor's anger abruptly stiffened. Their step halfway out was frozen in mid-air, neither stepping forward nor retreating, completely out of place.
"Oh, Lucius?"
Fudge stood up and blinked in surprise.
"How did you find your way here? By the way, were your wife and son not injured in the chaos tonight?"
"I heard that you had returned to the Ministry first, but I didn't know you were entertaining guests, Minister Fudge -"
Under the scrutiny of three of the most powerful witches in British magical world, Lucius behaved much more decorously. He slowly put his foot down and greeted Fudge after that, he nodded almost imperceptibly at Dumbledore, and finally, his gaze fell on AmosTa Bren. The veins on his forehead twitched fiercely, and he felt an overwhelming urge to turn around and run away.
"Oh, we've already talked quite a bit -"
Even when Lucius Malfor was taking out large amounts of money from his pocket, Fudge had never found him as attractive as he did right now. He eagerly waved at Lucius.
"Please don't be formal, Lucius, come in. We've already talked about our business quite a bit. So, you're here to find me... umm, if it's about that crucible workshop we discussed last time, we can talk about it later."
We've talked enough.
"Hearing this, Lucius' gray eyes flashed with panic. He had just made up his mind whether to leave or not. Now he immediately came to a decision. He took a deep breath, changed to a face full of anger, closed the door, and spoke in an awkward tone:",
"It's not about the workshop, Minister Fudge. What I want to talk about is my wife and son!"
"What's wrong with them?"
"They were injured in the chaos!"
Lucius said coldly.
(End of Chapter)
