Chapter 9 I, Fudge, am such a genius! Amid the cries of horror, anger and heartache from the crowd, Ciel had already bitten on the Elder Wand. But obviously, this thing should have some kind of protective spell set up to prevent it from some physical damage. Otherwise, after so many centuries of wandering, it would sometimes be buried in a cemetery. If anything unexpected happened, the old wand would have been shattered into pieces. But after all these years, it still functions perfectly. Charles took a bite, but failed to even get the sawdust off the old wand. Instead, it hurt his teeth. This also made Charles change his strategy, just like eating frozen ice cream, he started to eat it. Just after taking a few sips, the prompt sounds of the Deep Blue System in Charles' mind began to ring. "Deduction points +500..." "Deduction points +500..."
After a few sips, nearly five thousand deduction points were pocketed! Ciel gasped. Is this the value of the Deathly Hallows? Just by taking a few sips, you can get so many deduction points? ! Immediately, Charles also learned from his previous experience in the dreamland of R'lyeh. He didn't think about anything else and concentrated on seizing this opportunity to earn deduction points. One bite, two bites, three bites... Charles's deduction points continued to soar. In the blink of an eye, it was approaching the previous peak of 100,000 points, which was enough to deduce a basic and ordinary spell like the Luminescent Spell into a forbidden spell like the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell! Unfortunately, just when Charles was still reluctant to part with the old wand, Dumbledore said gently with a helpless look. "Mr. Evans, could you please let go of my wand?" Only then did Charles give in awkwardly. Dumbledore tapped his wand gently, and the few traces left on it disappeared immediately. At this moment, the nurse from St. Mungo's Hospital also hurriedly brought a tray of food to Charles. "Poor child, you are so hungry." "Eat, eat quickly, eat slowly, there's more." You know what, Charles just finally reacted. During the time he was kidnapped by Dark, he really hadn't eaten or drunk anything except the sublimation potion. Even the little food in his stomach was vomited out out of disgust. He was really hungry. This time, Charles did not use the Deep Blue System to convert food into deduction points, but instead buried his head in eating.
In addition to relieving the hunger in his stomach, Charles also wanted to use this opportunity to think about how he would respond if the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic asked him what had happened in Dark's basement. But after seeing Ciel start to eat heartily, the expressions of everyone in the ward became more relaxed, including those wizards who clearly exuded a bureaucratic aura. Rather than asking what happened to a Muggle child who had just been kidnapped by Dark due to a magical riot, it was obvious that they were more concerned about something else. That's their approval rating. Charles was still alive and seemed to be in good spirits except for being starving, which was the best news for them. Otherwise, once the reporters reported the incident and saw Ciel's miserable condition, the people in the magical world, who were already dissatisfied with them, might be instantly ignited with anger. By that time, all the marches and demonstrations will begin, and political opponents will make a big fuss about it, and maybe even force them to step down early. Compared to this, does it matter how Duck died? He probably drank the potion and killed himself. If that doesn't work, just make up a legendary story based on the remaining traces. People are dead now, the truth is no longer important. What’s important is to keep your position in this storm. Then after a moment, a short old man with fluffy white hair came over. He glanced at Dumbledore beside the bed, his eyes full of vigilance, as if he was wary that Dumbledore would use this incident to seize his power. Then he came up to Ciel and introduced himself. "Mr. Charles Evans, I am Cornelius Fudge, the current Minister of Magic, or as you Muggles call you..." "What's that called, Prime Minister? Yes, that's the word." "I sympathize with your situation very much. This cruel guy, Dark, has caused enough suffering to the wizarding world. Thanks to your bravery and wisdom, Dark was eliminated this time. You have made a great contribution." After saying a lot of polite words, Fudge finally revealed his true intentions. It turned out that they hoped that Ciel could cooperate with the Ministry of Magic to do some publicity, accept some reports, and calm public opinion. Major issues to minor ones out. Dumbledore, who was standing aside, had a look of anger in his eyes. "Minister, Ciel is still a child. He just went through such a terrible thing. Are you going to tell him this now?" Fudge laughed dryly twice, but his attitude remained firm, and he spoke to Charles with a bit of temptation. "Just think about it, you'll be a star in the wizarding newspapers." "You will be the new generation of the Boy-Who-Lived. You know the Boy-Who-Lived? He is a legend in the wizarding world." "When you enter school, all your classmates will look at you with admiration, including those pretty girls..." "Hehe, just think about that scene!" A hint of sarcasm emerged in Charles' heart. It is true that hearing about someone is worse than meeting him in person. Cornelius Fudge is a politician who, in the original book, would do anything for his political career. Even things like the return of Voldemort were dismissed as fallacies, which ultimately gave the Death Eaters ample time to develop and led to the fall of the Ministry of Magic.
Many fans of the original Harry Potter novels jokingly call him an undercover Death Eater. Looking at him now, he is indeed a complete power-hungry animal. It's a pity that the chips that Fudge took out were only good for deceiving those naive children. But inside Shar's body is the soul of an adult. The Boy Who Lived? Whoever wants to do this kind of thing, which only has a title but no benefits, can do it. The outstanding individuals in the previous life’s unit are still useful when evaluating professional titles! So after a moment, Charles repeated the question. "A star? Worshipped by thousands of people?" Fudge nodded repeatedly. "Yes, that's right!" In Fudge's opinion, no child could withstand such temptation. What he never expected was that Charles' expression was extremely firm and full of responsibility. "Minister Fudge, if you have paid attention to me, you will know that I am also a household name in the Muggle world." "I have always believed that public figures need to have their own sense of responsibility." "I must tell the truth about the incident and Dake's evil deeds. This way, justice can be enforced, parents and children will pay more attention to safety protection, and such things may not happen again in the future." "I, Charles, am a man of steel. I will never hide the truth just for a name!" "This price is not enough to buy me off!" Dumbledore, who was standing aside, had a relieved smile on his face. Charles is a child with such courage and determination, and such a strong sense of responsibility. A Gryffindor for sure! Fudge looked embarrassed. His plan was exposed by the kid Charles, and he was scolded in return. This made the old fox feel so painful that he wanted to leave this embarrassing scene as soon as possible. But if Ciel really exaggerated the truth and had it widely reported in the wizarding newspapers, the people of the wizarding world might be aroused and his position would be really unstable. Fudge endured the embarrassment and stayed here. There was sweat on his forehead as he racked his brains to think of a way to make Charles change his mind. Only then did he remember that the information he had read mentioned that Ciel was a genius student who was well-known throughout the Muggle world in Britain. He didn't take it seriously at the time, but it turned out that using his celebrity status to seduce Charles was totally ineffective. So what other ways are there to calm the situation? An idea flashed through Fudge's mind like lightning. He remembered that the information also mentioned that Charles seemed to have a special obsession with eating. Looking at Charles's performance after he woke up, it can be seen that the information is true.
As soon as he thought of this, Fudge had an idea and put forward another condition. "Mr. Evans, in order to express our apology and compensation to you, all your food expenses in the wizarding world will be reimbursed by the wizarding world!" As soon as these words were spoken, Xia, who was busy preparing the patient's meal, immediately raised his head with a strange look in his eyes. "Minister, are you serious?" "What can the magic world reimburse for what you eat?" "Even if I have a big appetite and a little bit of pica, is that okay?" Hearing Charles' question, Fudge was overjoyed and nodded seriously. "Yes, it's all right. We can sign an agreement now, and the Ministry of Magic will guarantee your food expenses permanently!" The next moment, without any hesitation, Charles said firmly. "make a deal!" At the same time, he also sighed sincerely. "Minister Fudge, you are such a good man!" When Charles expressed his admiration and agreed to the condition, Dumbledore, who had been so pleased just now, almost pulled his beard off. No, weren’t you still strong and unyielding just now? Now you agree to this just for food reimbursement? Charles Evans, I was wrong, you are definitely not a Gryffindor. Hufflepuff for sure! Fudge smiled like an old fox, with a feeling of pride surging in his heart. "I am truly a genius, Fudge. I was able to see through this child's weakness so easily and resolve the political crisis at a negligible cost. I was even able to use this opportunity to promote the humanitarian concern of our Ministry of Magic." "As for food reimbursement..." "Hahaha, how much can this child eat?" "Even if we let him eat for a hundred years, can he still bankrupt our Ministry of Magic?!" (End of this chapter)