The Alchemist of Harry Potter

When Cornelius Fudge returned to his minister's office, he slumped on the armchair behind his desk, put his hand on his forehead, and recalled what happened not long ago.

His original plan to award himself the Order of Merlin, First Class, was completely lost half an hour ago. Except for the few who had greeted him in advance, most of the Wizengamot members believed that he was not qualified to have one. Merlin's Order of Merlin, the reason for his contribution to peace in the wizarding world is ridiculous.

hateful!

Haven't you contributed to the peace of the magic world?

The more Fudge thought about it, the more angry he became. Why did those guys deny their efforts?

Since Fudge became Minister of Magic, he has been working diligently, working very hard every day to go home and rest, and he has been working hard to raise donations to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, so that the magic world can maintain peace and stability. Even the crime rate is lower than before, isn't it the result of your own efforts?

Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in!"

Fudge frowned slightly and cleared his mind.

The door to the office was opened, and Fudge looked up to see a paper airplane flying in from the wooden door and landing on the desk in front of him. His assistant helped close the door again.

"Who sent the letter?"

Fudge picked up the paper plane, opened his eyes and glanced at the sender, frowning slightly.

The letter mentions a name, a spell, and three other things.

After Fudge had just read the letter, the paper suddenly burst into flames, which startled him. The letter fell from his fingertips and turned into a pile of ashes on the desk.

"Fuck!" Fudge muttered, recalling what was on the letter, and muttering, "They must be crazy!"

Someone was going to put a Muggle wizard into Wizengamore.

Not that Fudge discriminates against Muggle wizards, but there has never been such a precedent in Wizengamore.

He knew very well that once this kind of thing was brought up, there would be no chaos in the whole of Wizengamo.

There are a lot of stubborn guys in the Ministry of Magic who don't like Muggle wizards very much,

But... Albert Anderson, the name Fudge is actually not unfamiliar. He also helped the United Kingdom win the International Wizarding Chess Championship a while ago. It is said that he is a very powerful genius wizard.

What shocked Fudge was that the Muggle wizard named Albert Anderson seemed to know quite a few powerful wizards, otherwise his name would not have been sent to him today.

Is that guy really a Muggle wizard?

Fudge was skeptical.

There are many wizards living in the Muggle world who have given up their wizarding status.

That guy may be a descendant of that group of people.

As for the humanoid restoration spell mentioned in the letter, Fudge still has some understanding.

Not long ago, there was a lot of uproar about this incident. Some people said that if this spell really worked, it would be equivalent to the dementor of the Patronus Charm against dementors, and the werewolves would no longer be able to pose a threat to wizards.

At least the situation can be controlled, and even Fudge has to admit that if anyone can restore that spell, they are eligible for a Merlin Medal.

If the Ministry of Magic dared to object, those who did would be drowned in spittle, just as no one dared to prevent Damocles from receiving a Merlin Medal, even if a werewolf simply could not afford the expensive potion of wolf poison.

It's all down to damn Gilderoy Lockhart, the damn liar who nearly lost such an important spell.

Fudge had no sympathy for Gilderoy Lockhart's tragic end, and even a little schadenfreude, but the Ministry of Magic did not take back Lockhart's Order of Merlin.

Don't you slap yourself in the face once the matter is announced?

Gilderoy Lockhart's Merlin Medal was awarded to Fudge after he came to power. If this matter is known to others, God knows how those unscrupulous editors will arrange this in the newspapers.

Fudge took a deep breath, knowing that he had no choice. If he wanted to get that Sir Merlin badge, he had to agree to endorse it and let it go smoothly.

In fact, once Albert Anderson really regained his mastery of the Restoring Humanoid Charm and made the spell completely public, it meant that a Merlin Medal could not escape no matter what.

As for whether the other party can become a candidate for Wizengamore, the possibility is not small. He knows that this is copying Dumbledore's path, but with the other party's ability, Fudge has no doubt that Albert Anderson can do it. .

Fudge knew that if he firmly denied it, he would never get any benefit.

If the other party is willing to talk to him, it means that their circle has agreed with this matter, and even Albert Anderson is already a person in that circle, so will Dumbledore support it?

Likely.

After all, a large portion of their circles overlap, which means that more than two-thirds of the Wizengamot members will probably agree, and it doesn't make sense if he doesn't.

Realizing this, Fudge slumped back into his chair, hating the powerlessness.

After a long time, Fudge patted his cheek, regained his strength, and began to write to the other party, expressing his agreement to this matter, and expressing that he would make a donation to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds to win Sir Merlin for himself. chance for a regimental medal.

As for who to ask for donations, Fudge already has a target. His generous old pal, but trying to convince Malfoy wasn't easy.

No one wants to volunteer such a large sum of money to do good deeds unless it is profitable.

Fudge knew he needed to find out what he was saying first.

A few days later, Fudge invited his old friend Lucius to his house for dinner, and by the way, he talked about the recent plight of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries.

Lucius naturally understood. He expected it when he accepted Fudge's invitation. He euphemistically said that it was not a small sum of money, but it was not impossible to consider.

During the meal, Lucius asked about Sirius Black, implying that the Black family has a huge wealth, and the immediate heir of the Black family has been imprisoned in Azkaban prison for more than ten years.

Most wizards stay in Azkaban for a long time, and they will eventually go crazy and die in Azkaban's prison. If Sirius Black dies, the direct line of the Black family means death, and the collateral line is already dead. There were very few left, and those who were truly entitled to the inheritance could be counted by a single slap, and the big one would probably end up in the Malfoys, because the other Bellatrix was still in prison.

All right!

The Lestranges are both squatting in Azkaban prison. Is there any way to get a portion from that than the inheritance?

Fudge probably knew what Lucius meant and agreed to help him pay attention to Black's situation.

Azkaban prison forbids other people from visiting, but apparently the Minister of Magic is no longer on that list.

Fudge understood, and said with a smile that he would go to Azkaban to inspect another day, and he could help him see Black's situation by the way.

If Sirius Black is really crazy, it's actually a good thing to get out early, Azkaban Prison is not the place to be.

For Black's life or death, Fudge doesn't really care, he only cares about whether he can get the Order of Merlin.

What's more, Blake is not a good person, a vicious criminal who will die if he dies.