Chapter 134 Umbridge Is a Woman Who Can’t Do Anything Well

Speak the truth.

If Dumbledore hadn't negotiated with Grindelwald last year, Cornelius Fudge might not have been so easily convinced, because the Minister of Magic was very timid.

According to Fudge's ideas.

Since Dumbledore once negotiated with the first-generation Dark Lord Grindelwald and roped in Grindelwald to deal with Peter Pettigrew, the third-generation Dark Lord;

Then it would certainly not be a troublesome thing for him, the Minister of Magic, to make a deal with the third-generation Dark Lord Peter Pettigrew and win over Peter Pettigrew to deal with the second-generation Dark Lord Voldemort.

Once a Dark Lord can be successfully dispatched...

The entire wizarding world faced threats from three Dark Lords. Dumbledore solved the first one through negotiation, and Fudge himself used a deal to win over the third one, and they teamed up to completely eliminate the second one.

Even if Dumbledore raised any questions about this afterwards, Fudge believed that he would not be able to shake his position, because this was something that Dumbledore had not done!

the most important is…

The Dark Lord is sitting right here!

Even if he had to stabilize Peter Pettigrew, Fudge would not dare to refuse him casually.

and…

And the Philosopher's Stone.

Fudge's eyes were involuntarily attracted to the Philosopher's Stone.

In order to keep his image as the Minister of Magic from being too bad, Fudge forced his eyes not to look at the gem, but looked at Peter Pettigrew solemnly.

"Mr. Peter, before we negotiate a deal, even if it is beneficial to both of us to solve the problem of You-Know-Who, the Dark Lord, I cannot violate the interests of the Ministry of Magic..."

"how could be?"

Peter Pettigrew shook his head, spread out his arms casually, and chuckled: "I only need Mr. Minister to do one thing for me, and it's just an insignificant thing..."

When he said this, Peter Pettigrew's voice slowly lowered, as if what he was saying was extremely important: "Bring out a prisoner from Azkaban..."

"A woman."

"A crazy woman."

"Bellatrix Lestrange."

"Only this Death Eater who is loyal to Voldemort can help me find Voldemort. I will solve the rest by myself."

"..."

Cornelius Fudge subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Fudge originally thought that Peter Pettigrew would cause much trouble, but in the end he just released a prisoner from Azkaban. This matter was indeed quite difficult, but it was much lower than his psychological expectations.

As a qualified politician, Cornelius Fudge immediately frowned after he breathed a sigh of relief: "If we want to release a Death Eater from Azkaban, we must have a good reason. Once this happens If word gets out, I will be impeached by the members of the Wizengamot..."

"but…"

A mysterious smile appeared on Peter Pettigrew's lips, and he continued in a low voice: "If you are just a Death Eater, but you can completely eliminate Voldemort, even Dumbledore will agree with your opinion."

Yes.

Dumbledore would definitely approve.

Cornelius Fudge's face was still full of tangles, and he continued softly: "Before that, we must find a justifiable reason for Bellatrix to be released, such as Sirius Black. He was wrongly accused..."

Fudge's words stopped abruptly.

At this time, he seemed to have mentioned someone he shouldn't have mentioned.

The man behind Sirius Black's unjust imprisonment was sitting in front of him!

"There's always a way, right?"

Peter Pettigrew raised his eyebrows and said with a playful smile: "Hehehehe... It doesn't matter even if she takes someone out secretly, as long as she can escape, she can definitely find Voldemort..."

"..."

Cornelius Fudge was under less psychological pressure.

If this is the case, it will be more convenient for him. As long as he pays attention and no one notices Bellatrix, there will basically be no big risk.

"This is not easy to handle..."

Cornelius Fudge felt relieved, but he still said difficult words: "No one has ever been able to escape from Azkaban..."

"Minister Fudge."

Peter Pettigrew grinned and slowly narrowed his eyes: "Actually, I don't mind killing one Minister of Magic and finding someone to cooperate with the next Minister of Magic."

"I'll try my best."

Fudge quickly let go of his words.

Just now, he had always thought that his negotiation with Peter Pettigrew was going smoothly, and he subconsciously regarded the other party as a politician. He even forgot that the other party was a cruel Dark Lord!

"In order for the plan to go smoothly..."

Peter Pettigrew slowly rewrapped the Philosopher's Stone on the table into the parchment bag, and said softly: "Minister Fudge, please stay here for the time being... Let your cronies go and get Bellatrix Leicester." Lan Qi brings it here, the Philosopher's Stone and the glory of defeating Voldemort are all yours."

"this…"

Fudge's face immediately showed some hesitation.

What if Peter Pettigrew suddenly breaks his promise after his cronies bring him here?

"Don't worry."

Peter Pettigrew seemed to see his worries and chuckled: "I can actually go to Azkaban by myself and secretly release people, but I feel that if Minister Fudge does this, maybe I can get a Sincere partners, because we have a common secret..."

"..."

Fudge's heart suddenly tightened.

Is this bastard going to use this matter to blackmail him in the future?

Peter Pettigrew slowly tapped the table with his fingers and continued with a smile: "Don't worry, I don't want to blackmail you. The weight of a Minister of Magic is worthy of recognition..."

"What else do you want to do?"

There was obvious sweat on Fudge's forehead.

The Minister of Magic did not expect that he would be entangled by a Dark Lord!

"I told you, don't worry."

Peter Pettigrew gently placed his fingers on the table and said with a smile: "Let's talk about the future in the future. I won't get involved. The next time will be the last time we work together."

certainly.

The last way to collaborate...

It is definitely not a choice that Minister Fudge can make.

"I see."

Cornelius Fudge could only choose to believe it for the time being. He nodded slowly: "I will give an order to Umbridge and ask her to come..."

As the Minister of Magic, Fudge must have his own cronies.

Dolores Umbridge, who has always followed him, is Fudge's most trusted subordinate, because Umbridge is as courageous as him.

to be honest.

Umbridge was very happy when she received the news.

The last time Peter Pettigrew promised to become the Minister of Magic, Umbridge felt scared and happy at the same time. She was afraid of being entangled by Peter Pettigrew, but she was also a little happy. If Peter Pettigrew could really succeed in the future, maybe He can also sit in the position of Minister of Magic.

However, Peter Pettigrew disappeared for more than a year...

Umbridge could only follow the minister Cornelius Fudge's side as carefully as before. She also became a member of the Wizengamot. At least she was doing well here.

Now Umbridge doesn't know whether she should expect Peter Pettigrew to appear and rule the wizarding world in one fell swoop, or whether she should expect Peter Pettigrew to never appear again...

After all, her boss, Cornelius Fudge, was kind to her.

However, nothing lasts forever.

Just as Umbridge knocked on the door of Cornelius Fudge's house, a figure slowly appeared behind the door that frightened her. Who can tell her why Peter Pettigrew appeared in the home of the Minister of Magic?

"Hahahaha…"

Peter Pettigrew's sharp mouth grinned, and he seemed very happy to see Umbridge's appearance: "Long time no see, Ms. Umbridge."

"...Well...long time no see..."

Umbridge's eyes widened involuntarily, and she quickly and carefully put on a smile: "Mr. Peter, it's been a long time since I last saw you. I didn't expect to meet you here..."

"Hehehehe...that's too polite."

Peter Pettigrew stepped aside and extended his hand to invite: "Please, Minister Fudge and I have been waiting for you for a long time, Ms. Umbridge."

Dolores Umbridge.

A more suitable chess piece than anyone else.

This woman is as timid as a mouse, but becomes extremely arrogant once she has someone to rely on.

The current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, is Umbridge's support, so Fudge ordered Umbridge to go to Azkaban to bring Bellatrix out. Although this woman was a little afraid of going to Azkaban, , but still agreed to them.

Perhaps because his subordinates were present, Fudge wanted to maintain his authority. After giving the order to Umbridge, he looked at Peter Pettigrew: "Mr. Peter, are you really sure to completely eliminate the mysterious...Voldemort?" ?”

"certainly."

Peter Pettigrew sat slowly on the chair, glanced lightly at Umbridge who was standing next to Fudge, grinned and said: "I have figured out where Voldemort's remaining Horcruxes are..."

When talking about this, Peter Pettigrew seemed to be extremely confident. He stretched out his palm and revealed the information slowly: "Lucius Malfoy has a notebook at home. He didn't know that the notebook had been made into a soul by Voldemort. Device…”

"There is also the Lestrange family's treasure trove controlled by Bellatrix. Voldemort had given a gold cup to that mad woman for safekeeping a long time ago. Unfortunately, I made too much noise when I went to get the Sorcerer's Stone. Big, take it out next time you get a chance..."

"The last item is a locket kept by Kreacher, the house elf of the Black family. As long as these Horcruxes can be destroyed, Voldemort will never be resurrected."

"From now on, the entire wizarding world will recognize Minister Fudge..."

When he said this, Peter Pettigrew seemed to glance at Umbridge casually, chuckled and said: "I originally wanted to find a chance to cooperate with Ms. Umbridge, but then I observed it once. I find that Ms. Umbridge seems to be unable to do anything well, so it is most convenient to cooperate with Minister Fudge..."

"Yes, of course."

Umbridge responded with a smile.

The middle-aged woman in pink clothes lowered her head carefully. No one in the room would notice that there was a trace of resentment in the woman's eyes when she lowered her head.

When Umbridge raised her head again, she still had a flattering smile on her face: "Minister Fudge, Mr. Peter, if there are no other instructions, I will go to Azkaban and bring people here. …”

"Go ahead."

Cornelius Fudge waved his hand indifferently, while casually responding to Peter Pettigrew's words: "Actually, you can't say that. There are some things that Umbridge did that were in line with what I meant..."