Chapter 10 This is a good deal, Minister Fudge is a very kind person! At this moment, Fudge glanced at Dumbledore, who had a wonderful expression on his face beside the bed, and for the first time he felt proud. God knows how much he fears the threat posed by Dumbledore to his power! After all, this famous white wizard is not only powerful, but also has many students all over the world. If Dumbledore had any intention of taking over as Minister of Magic, Fudge believed that he would be swept away in the next moment. Therefore, every time he faced Dumbledore, Fudge was under tremendous pressure. But this time, Fudge felt that he was really a genius. A political crisis was resolved at only a small cost. I believe that if Dumbledore saw this, he would be very wary of his methods and would not dare to underestimate me again. Then, as if afraid that Charles would go back on his word, Fudge immediately called the official in charge of drafting the proposal from the Ministry of Magic and had him draft a document on the spot as quickly as possible. Immediately, after Charles signed his name, Fudge stamped the seal representing the Minister of Magic. After the seal was stamped, Fudge breathed a sigh of relief, as if a huge rock pressing on his chest had been removed. "Well, dear Ciel, you can have a good rest and eat whatever you like. You don't have to save money for our Ministry of Magic."
"The Ministry of Magic exists to serve wizards, especially young wizards like you." "We still have some things to take care of. See you later, Ciel." Fudge said goodbye to Charles warmly, and then walked out of St. Mungo's Hospital with his staff. Just after leaving the ward, his staff could not hide their admiration and were completely convinced by Fudge. "Minister, your skill is simply too high." "When I heard Ciel say that he wanted to make the truth public, I panicked and didn't know what to do. Only the Minister could come up with such a genius solution." "Paying for food expenses? Such a trivial condition directly solves such a big problem. It can even allow us to publicize it and show the entire wizarding world that our Ministry of Magic cares for the disadvantaged." "Wonderful, really wonderful!" Facing the flattery of his staff, Fudge felt elated, and the corners of his mouth were like flying AK bullets, and he couldn't suppress it no matter what he did. Although his staff would flatter him on weekdays, it was somewhat exaggerated. How could it compare with this sincere flattery? "Normally, just a child. It's easy to deal with. The key is to understand people's hearts." "Dumbledore is great, haha, but he doesn't understand human nature, so he can't be the Minister of Magic." Just as Fudge was leaving St. Mungo's Hospital while chatting with his staff, an owl from St. Mungo's Hospital flew out and threw a bill into Fudge's arms. Fudge laughed. "It seems that our Ciel couldn't wait to use his privilege. He is indeed a child who can't resist delicious food." As he spoke, Fudge opened the envelope, intending to take out the bill and throw it to his staff to deal with. But the next moment, Fudge was suddenly stunned and looked at his staff with some suspicion. “Who can answer a question for me?” "How many copies of St. Mungo's Hospital's bill are there now?" "Why is this bill so long? They wouldn't use the accounting method that counts the strange-tasting beans by the piece!"
Suddenly, Fudge had a bad feeling in his heart. He quickly looked at the details of the bill and was completely stunned. "St. Mungo's Hospital Magic Recovery Meal, large portion, twenty servings in total." "Quick recovery meal for injuries from falls, twenty servings in total." "One hundred chocolate frogs." "..." "Fuck, he ordered fifty bags of weird-flavored beans?" "Is Ciel planning to open a small store?!" Fudge suddenly turned his head and looked at the staff he had found to formulate the magic agreement, and asked with a somewhat unfriendly look. "When you drafted the agreement, did you write clearly that it would only take effect when Ciel himself consumed the food?" "The Ministry of Magic will not reimburse for packaging and reselling. Is that clear?" The aide swallowed his saliva with a gulp and nodded repeatedly. "I wrote it. I swear I really wrote it. I didn't leave any loopholes for Ciel to exploit!" Fudge was stunned for a long time. "So what does this mean? You mean, Ciel ate so much by himself?!" "Fuck, is he Hufflepuff reborn?!" After standing there for a long time, Fudge finally calmed down from his screwed-up mood and forced a smile, both to comfort himself and his staff. "Forget it, forget it. It's no big deal if you have a big appetite. Our Ministry of Magic is not so poor that it can't even afford this little money." "At least Ciel eats normal food instead of precious magic materials or potions. We can still afford to support him." "This deal...is not a loss, okay?" …… Fudge and his staff left with the words "not a loss" coming from everyone. In St. Mungo's Hospital, Dumbledore was having a dessert-sharing party with Charles. After seeing Ciel's astonishing appetite and his seemingly unrestrained appetite for both meat and vegetables, Dumbledore, who has always liked to eat strange candies, couldn't help but take out his own collection. A pile of candies called cockroach pile that bursts juice like cockroaches is the focus of Dumbledore's recommendation. What made him happy was that when faced with this kind of candy that almost all faculty and staff usually stayed away from, Charles showed a happy expression and ate it one mouthful after another. This made Dumbledore feel like he had found a close friend. Charles was so happy at this moment. The meals, desserts, snacks, etc. in the magic world can provide quite a lot of deduction points.
At least dozens of times higher than ordinary food! Charles estimated that if he ate like this every day, he could gain three to four hundred deduction points a day. More than ten thousand a month, more than the total of the past ten years! This is just ordinary food from the magical world. If Charles eats something strange, such as magical animals that contain a lot of magic power, some alchemical items, potions, etc., the points he can get will increase significantly. Of course, if he continued to eat like this, Charles's family fortune would not be enough. In addition, the wizarding world must use wizarding currency to purchase things, and Muggle currency can be exchanged for wizarding currency, but there is a limit every year. In the original book, Hermione's father is a dentist, and the family is quite well off, so it is impossible for them to lack Hermione's pocket money. But if Hermione wanted to buy something, she still had to save money hard. With the way Ciel eats, the limited amount of gold Galleons he can exchange each year is barely enough to fill his stomach. But who could have made the kind-hearted Minister Fudge sign such an agreement with Charles, leaving him completely worry-free? Thinking of this, Charles' impression of Fudge was completely refreshed. What Death Eater undercover, what Death Eater without the Dark Mark, what hero of Voldemort's return... I, Charles, will not allow you to slander Minister Fudge like this. Minister Fudge is truly a kind man! (End of this chapter)
