Chapter 131 New Minister

"How...how is it possible?" The Minister of Welfare could no longer maintain the smile on his face, his eyes widened in horror, he drew out his wand and pointed it at Judge Shafik's chest, his eyes were bloodshot, and he gnashed his teeth, "You lied to me! Old man, you lied to me, right?"

"Puchi—"

Zweig covered his mouth and laughed. Seeing that the British wizards on the opposite side turned their heads to look at him, he waved his hands and said with a smile:

"Sorry, you guys continue." He waved his hand to stop his men from breaking ground around the Ministry of Magic building, raised his hand and took a step back, and said sincerely, "You guys settle this matter first, our Holy Spirit of Nurmengard Gangsters are all about martial arts, and they will never sneak attack... I just think it’s funny. Hector Foley is no different from a squib in my impression. I have never seen a minister use a magic wand. I didn’t expect to see it for the first time. I saw your wand, and pointed it at Judge Shafiq's head."

"Shut up!" The Minister of Welfare turned his head and gave Zweig a fierce look. Zweig curled his lips, shook his head and took a few steps back.

He then turned back to staring at Judge Shafiq, the hand holding the wand trembled violently, and beads of sweat rolled down from the corner of his forehead to his chin, as if to him, getting his official position was worse than being beaten to the door by a saint Feeling terrified, he pulled the corners of his mouth hard, squeezed out a forced smile, and asked in a trembling voice, "Judge Shafiq, you are tired, so stop joking, go home and rest."

Judge Shafik shook his head. Seeing his appearance, the Minister of Welfare trembled his lips, and angrily instructed Nobby Rich, "Rich, Judge Shafik is getting confused, you should send him home now." Go, don't let him embarrass himself in front of foreign friends."

Nobby Rich was motionless. Seeing this, Foley stomped his feet vigorously and shouted, "Are you all dumb? Why are you motionless? Where are the Aurors? Come and lock them up in Azkaban!"

Nobby and the Ministry of Magic officials and staff around Judge Shafik didn't seem to hear what he said, and continued to do their own things.

"Minister, being dumb means being unable to speak, and it should be deaf here."

In the crowd, a hoarse male voice choked him.

"Weasley, you don't want to hang around in the Ministry of Magic anymore, do you?" Foley gripped his wand tightly, kept pointing at Judge Shafik's chest, cursed casually, and approached step by step.

"Come on, Foley." Judge Shafik coughed twice, pushed away Nobby who was supporting him, took a step forward, stretched out his right hand and tightly grasped the wand of the Minister of Welfare, and held it under the gaze of Foley's horrified eyes. He poked his wand in his chest, and everyone around him, including the saints, became nervous. No one wanted him to die here. Judge Shafik said mockingly, "Foley, you are worthy of shame." The word now? If I don't come, will the face of the British Ministry of Magic be completely lost by you?"

"me……"

"You? You! What are you? Do you know why I haven't retired yet? Isn't it because there are many treasures like you in the Ministry of Magic, and now the wand is here, you cast a spell?" Judge Shafik He suddenly raised his other hand and tightly covered his mouth, with black blood oozing between his fingers. Before returning to the Ministry of Magic, he seemed to have been seriously injured. He gritted his teeth and put that hand on his face. Wiping it vigorously, showing a pale old face, he cursed, "Your father-in-law begged others to give you a chance again and again, and you never knew how to grasp it. Now you are reciting curses, death curses, and stun spells, even if you cast me A bat spell or a tap dance spell will do, dare you?"

"I……"

There was a fierce look in Foley's eyes, and he was muttering words, and actually started to cast a spell. A type of Auror behind Judge Shafik raised their wands nervously, and only he continued without worry, "Foley, Go home by yourself, and I will show you face."

Foley didn't listen to him, he was already in a mess, and at the end of the incantation of unknown magic, he stopped weakly.

"Turning your back to the enemy, is this what the Minister of Magic should do?" Judge Shafik felt a little pain in his heart, "In front of them? Pointing my wand at me? Is this something that a person with a normal mind can do?" ?”

"We're not enemies," Zweig interjected, "we're wizards with a clean background, and we haven't done anything since we came here, it's just that there are a little more people."

No one paid any attention to him, so he retreated into the crowd resentfully, watching the wonderful drama brought by Judge Shafik and the Minister of Welfare.

"Fufu, these materials were handed over to me by your father-in-law. They list in detail all the bills of bribes you have received in the past five years. It seems that you don't want to be decent." Judge Shafik turned around and put a piece of paper in his arms. The stack of papers was handed over to Nobby Rich, and he explained, "Are you from the Department of Legal Enforcement? Bring him to you—oh, by the way, the Wizengamot has had a serious discussion, and you are the next One of the minister's candidates."

"Okay, I'll just...wait?" Nobby responded, and suddenly realized, pointing to his own face, the surprise on his face was not less than that of the stunned Fuli, he quickly waved his hand and said, "Me? You Mistake, I only work at the Ministry of Magic—”

"We know, but the others are really useless, or not very clean." Judge Shafik covered his chest, put his hands on Nobby's shoulders, leaned his whole body weight on it, and whispered, " What is your situation, we know better than yourselves... you are the only candidate in the Ministry of Magic, so you are now the Acting Minister."

"Is it so sloppy?" Zweig's voice came from the queue of saints.

"no way……"

"We have a new prophet who has made a prophecy," said the group of saints, revealing Zweig in the middle. He took out a small mazah from nowhere, and sat on it with his feet up. Looking at the comedy-like scene in front of him, he shook his head and said, "He said that every time the British Ministry of Magic encountered an emergency, the then-minister was a dead man, and the temporary successor was even more talented."

"Prophet... I accept your good words." Judge Shafik stepped forward and said with a wry smile. He finally had time to face the enemies who invaded the Ministry of Magic. "Aren't you running away? I will order the arrest next you guys."

"Why?" Zweig stood up from the mazar and walked in front of Judge Shafik. Following his movements, the wizards in the "professional team" quickly dispersed. He clapped his hands and said, " Did we do something? You are a judge, you shouldn't arrest some innocent people without evidence, right?"

"You entered the country illegally, isn't this a criminal evidence?"

"I will pay the fine to the Department of International Affairs of my country, five Galleons per person, I know this well."

Judge Shafik shook his head helplessly and asked, "Is your name Zweig? I've heard of you."

"That's really my honor." Zweig leaned forward. He felt a lot of aura from this frail old man. Seeing that he was handing over an item found from Foley to Nobby, he suggested earnestly. , "I suggest you wait a while before letting him succeed."

"Is there any difference?" Shafiq stopped.

"We are going to demolish this building." Zweig nodded, "I saw the performance of this young man upstairs just now, and I admire him very much, so I don't want to leave such a building for him when he first took office." taint."

"Stain?" Nobby, who was handcuffing the former Minister of Welfare with special handcuffs, turned his head, with a big "muddled" written on his face.

"That's right, Nobby Rich." Zweig clapped his hands, and the wizards who had already lined up neatly on the street inserted their wands into the ground in unison. A gust of wind blew by, and the building of the Ministry of Magic disappeared. There were no ruins left, and he continued to suggest, "Infrastructural construction is an eternal topic of the government. The first thing after taking office, I recommend that you choose to rebuild the Ministry of Magic building."

As soon as the words fell, Zweig disappeared in place. In a few seconds, there was no saint on the street.

"..." Judge Shafik stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of air.

Just as Nobby asked the Auror to send Foley away, he turned his head and saw Chief Shafik throwing a small box at him. He hurriedly caught it, but when he was about to ask for an opinion, he found that the judge had already stepped aside, using encouraging words. He looked at himself.

"Let's all disperse, go pass the news, and let all the people from the Ministry of Magic gather." Nobby thought for a while, and ordered, "They probably won't come in a short time. The Aurors are divided into four teams, and the first team is going to support Hogg. Woz, one team goes to Diagon Alley, one team is on standby at the Ministry of Magic, and the remaining team is on the move...Others, do your own thing, don't let the Ministry of Magic shut down."

Judge Shafik nodded appreciatively. This young wizard is worthy of his favor. In fact, after the public trial of Dumbledore, he was the one who proposed to include Nobby Rich as a candidate for the Minister of Magic. In the list, although the original plan was for him to hone for a few years, the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. When the saints came, he was the only one staying in the Ministry of Magic.

"Judge Shafik, are you alright?" Seeing Shafik looking at him, Nobby hurried over to support him.

"I'm fine, just a little injury..." Judge Shafik whispered. "Take me to the Wizengamot...don't let anyone see it."

Nobby nodded, and disappeared with the judge. After a while, he returned to the spot alone. The wizards present were already busy with their own things. He stood on the street, Scratching his head, he stared at the mess that Fuli threw at him in a daze.

When everyone looked at him, the young wizard stood up straight enough to be the backbone of anyone. When the people left, his figure immediately collapsed, appearing to be at a loss.

"Don't scratch your head, be careful that your hair falls out like mine." When everyone dispersed, a fat man with thinning hair in an ill-fitting suit walked towards Nobi. He warmly hugged Nobi's shoulders, happily Grinning softly, "Honey, you're promoted now? I'll have to call you Minister Rich from now on."

"Dorian, don't laugh at me." Nobby lowered his head, saw Zweig's ponytail on the ground, sat up on it, and asked in horror, "Do you know how to be a minister?"

"How do I know how to be a minister? I'm just an ordinary group leader of accidental magic reversal..."

"I'll give you a promotion when I get back." Nobby patted the man on the shoulder, looked up at the little red hair on top of his head, and said worriedly, "Dorian, you're too tired, look at your hair It's almost gone. Don't worry, even if I only work for one day, even if it's just a joke, I will give you a promotion and let you go to a more relaxed department."

"Don't do this kind of thing." Dorian Weasley warned, "You just took office and broke the law for personal gain. Do you want to be arrested like Foley?"

"It's too difficult..." Nobi began to feel sad again, "I am a clerk of the Law Enforcement Department, how could I be selected as a ministerial candidate? Why does this feel like an imperial appointment..."

"This is not an imperial appointment. To tell you the truth, I have a little inside information. You know, we have a lot of family members. The reason why you were noticed by the Wizengamot is not only your usual work performance, but also because of the public trial. When Dumbledore was standing in the stands, you scolded Welfare." Dorian said mysteriously, "Besides, your level is obvious to all. To tell you the truth, there was a time before the Ministry's selection of the most dedicated wizard in your heart. ' by secret ballot, and I and many others voted for you."

"I just said why didn't Foley come to trouble me after that incident..." Nobby nodded and said, "But there are many directors in the Ministry of Magic, the directors of your department, the directors of our department? No matter how bad it is, there are you like this The leader of the team would not choose a clerk like me."

"You don't even think about how old they are... the last war, because too many young wizards participated in the Muggle War in violation of the secrecy law, many people lost their chances to work in the Ministry of Magic, so there is no way, my peers The people have been broken, and besides those old men, there are only young people like you left in the ministry." Dorian explained, and whispered in his ear, "I heard that your teacher helped you operate..."

"Professor Slughorn? Haven't seen him for a long time..."

As a young man less than thirty years old, Nobby accepts new things very quickly. He is no longer afraid, and his eyes are shining with excitement. Since he has such an opportunity, no matter how long it takes, he can always show some punches! He touched the small box in his arms and nodded seriously.

"Understood?" Dorian patted him on the shoulder, and said with relief, "Come on, Principal Dippet's actions, the wizarding world probably won't be peaceful, and you will be busy afterwards. "

"I know." Nobby walked to the place where the Ministry of Magic building used to be, and it had turned into a big pit. He nodded and said, "I'm going to build the new Ministry of Magic building underground and put the Wizengamot in the ground. Move here too, so you don’t have to worry about Muggles or other problems, and you can install more protection... But Dorian, I must give you a promotion, and I need your help."