"I've already apologized!" Fudge shouted.

Harry shook his head. "Cornelly, your apology is worthless."

Fudge stared at Harry in disbelief.

I am the Minister of Magic of Great Britain, how can I be worthless?

"Sit down. Let's talk about what happened that night. I have something else to tell you." Harry waved his wand, and the bench in front of him flew sideways, passed over his head, landed behind him with a thud, and hit his knee hard.

Fudge slumped and sat down uncontrollably.

This raised his blood pressure by several points. He took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Potter, what else do you want?"

He held onto the table and stood up again.

Harry said nothing, but waved his wand and pointed it at his chest. The badge flew away and Fudge tried to catch it in a hurry. However, compared with his clumsy movements, the badge seemed more cunning than the Golden Snitch and hit him in the face.

"Potter!" Fudge became even angrier.

It was hard to blame Dumbledore, as he could see that Harry had no intention of teasing Fudge, but... who could he blame for the fat guy's own failure?

"Look at the words above," Harry said softly.

Fudge murmured quietly, reading the words above: "Harry Potter."

"To be tried and to collect a debt."

After reciting the last word, he paused, took a deep breath, and repeated it again: "Debt collection?"

"What debt collection?"

Harry tilted his head and looked at him. "It seems that those officials from the Ministry of Magic at Ragnak's Blacksmith Shop didn't report my affairs to you a month ago?"

After being reminded of this, Fudge suddenly realized what was going on and nodded heavily: "You mean this matter..."

Harry nodded.

Fudge cleared his throat and tilted his head: "We haven't caught the wanted criminal Ragnak yet, so this part..."

"As far as I know, Ragnak only took a hammer with him when he escaped," Harry interrupted him, "The account books and the income are all in your hands."

Fudge said confidently, "But Ragnac has not been arrested yet. Everything related to him must be sealed and kept, including the income of the blacksmith shop."

"My share, not the Ministry's?" Harry asked.

Fudge nodded. Speaking of this, he said clearly, "No, that is not your portion, nor is it the Ministry's portion. That is the income of Ragnak's smithy, and it has not been broken down to the level of you and me."

"Mr. Potter, we can only divide the profits after Ragnak is captured and the sealed items are released."

Harry said calmly, "But the Ministry is not looking for Ragnak."

"The Ministry of Magic is very busy right now." Fudge waved his hand exaggeratedly. "Extremely busy."

"About Headmaster Karkaroff."

"And the case of you, the 'Little Hangleton Butcher' - well, that's not my derogatory name for you. It's the new name chosen by the Daily Prophet. It's the voice of the people."

"Okay, Mr. Potter, that's enough!"

He slammed the table, threw the badge on the corner of the table, and walked out of the meeting room quickly and dejectedly.

"Little Hangleton Butcher." Harry said these words and smiled softly. "I like this name."

The laughter was gentle, making everyone else in the room a little creepy.

"Harry?" Dumbledore looked over with some concern. "Are you okay..."

"Professor Dumbledore, don't look at me like Tom II." Harry shook his head and interrupted him. "Don't worry, I'm only here to collect a debt, not to kill you."

"Fuji is refusing to pay me back, but I will find a way to make him pay back."

Dumbledore was startled, and hesitated to speak: "Even if we don't harm his life, just torturing him is not too much..."

"Do I look like that?" Harry shook his head.

The other people in the room tried hard to restrain themselves from showing any panic in their eyes.

Isn’t it?

If not, why did you just boast about your title of "The Butcher of Little Hangleton"?

They also rolled up their things and left.

After the last person exchanged pleasantries with Dumbledore and left, he looked at Harry and asked, "How do you plan to get the money owed to you by the Ministry of Magic?"

"As far as I know, George and Fred were unsuccessful in getting back the money Ludo Bagman stole."

Vernon came up with a good idea for George and Dursley, and for the sake of their father - Mr. Arthur has signed a letter of intent with Vernon to purchase a drilling rig. Of course, it is only an idea. Arthur paid some deposit and prepared to collect enough money to buy a drilling rig within a year, and the payment will be in pounds.

The handsome John Holbron made Vernon put aside his prejudice against wizards. He found many "wage-demanding" files and videotapes for the two of them, and even plucked up the courage to personally take them to watch two court sessions.

but……

Although wizards and ordinary people like Vernon were all born on the land of Great Britain, and spoke the same language, ate the same food, and even had the same cultural character, they were completely different when it came to details like the law.

Wizards have no concept of "labor protection".

There is a reason why Fudge is so proud and arrogant. The Ministry of Magic has the power to enforce, formulate and interpret the laws.

The Minister of Magic could almost be said to be the dictator of the wizarding world - if people like Dumbledore and Harry did not exist.

George and Fred were unsuccessful in collecting their wages.

He was even severely ridiculed by officials from the Ministry of Magic.

Oh my God, there are wizards who use Muggle laws to question the Ministry of Magic.

George and Fred struggled hard, but in vain. They were just seventh-year wizards of excellent standard. They could barely deal with two or three Aurors, but they could not defeat the Ministry of Magic which outnumbered them.

Harry clapped his hands. "Thanks for the reminder. I almost forgot that Mr. Bagman also took away my Triwizard Tournament winnings."

"That's at least a thousand Galleons."

"Shall we go back now?" Dumbledore waved his hand and the door of the conference room opened.

"I still have to go find Percy." Harry stood up, "I promised Uncle Arthur."

They walked out the door and took the elevator to the fifth floor underground. Percy was still in charge of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. He was indeed excellent, smart, serious, hardworking, and ambitious. Unlike most wizards who just lived a life of idleness and waiting for death, he stood out.

Although……

The surname "Weasley" always causes him to suffer some unexpected ridicule.

But he was highly valued. Only one year after graduation, he was promoted to the director of the "Foreign Trade Crucible Quality Inspection Office", at the same level as his father, and his salary was even five Galleons more per week.

The Ministry employee pointed them to Director Weasley's office.

They knocked on the old door.

"Come in." Percy's voice was unusually tired, like Sisyphus pushing a boulder year after year.

Harry pushed the door open and walked in.

"What's the accident? Put it on my desk." Percy spoke numbly without even raising his head.

"Percy," Harry began.

Percy, who was buried in thick documents and cauldrons at the table, raised his head in shock: "Harry?"

"And Professor Dumbledore!"

"How come you guys..."

Harry casually picked up a document on the table. It was a quality inspection report for imported crucibles. It was completely different from the Ministry of Magic's rigorousness. "It seems that Director Weasley is indeed very busy. Today is August 31st, the day I was 'interrogated' by the Ministry of Magic."

"It's August 31st already?" Percy was surprised, and with a wave of his wand, he pulled out a calendar from the bottom of the crucible.

"How long have you been home?" Harry asked him.

Percy didn't answer, he turned his head away.

"Aunt Molly is very worried about you." Harry put down the things in his hand. "Even if you can't go back and report the news in person, at least I can give her an explanation. Director Weasley is not dead and is alive and well."

Percy still said nothing.

Harry waved his hand: "Let's go."

Dumbledore was startled: "Leaving now?"

Arthur asked Harry to come over, not just to take a look, but also to ask him to comfort Percy.

"There's nothing much to say. I'm not a close mentor like Professor Sprout." Harry shook his head and glanced at Percy. "Dean Weasley is already a man..."

"Harry." Percy suddenly looked up and called out his name in a dry voice.

Harry met his eyes.

"I'm really confused." Percy frowned, his tense limbs and body suddenly went limp, "How on earth did you do it? How could you... could you do this..."

He gestured, unable to pick a suitable adjective.

Dumbledore saw what was hidden in his tangled heart. "Do you want to know why so many people wanted Harry to be the leader?"

Percy nodded without hesitation.

He looked at Harry with complicated eyes, full of envy and even a hint of jealousy - he knew very well that he should not have such emotions towards Harry, his savior.

But he couldn't help himself.

The sharp claws of the beast within him tore through the fragile disguise he had worked so hard to create.

He was very proud of his resume, as he was a Gryffindor prefect and the head boy of the student union. These were standard qualifications for most Ministers of Magic and heads of departments. But no matter how glorious he seemed on the surface, Gryffindor would only recognize him as a member of Gryffindor, an ordinary one, and would not consider him as the leader of Gryffindor like they did with Harry.

Even to the Ministry of Magic.

He also often heard those people praising Harry Potter, while he, the most outstanding Hogwarts graduate of that year, was being ordered around by them at will.

Harry said nothing.

"Because what Harry carries is much heavier than what you carry." Dumbledore spoke to clear up his confusion. "Percy, you should know Harry's situation very well."

Percy nodded. Of course he understood these principles, but...

He opened his mouth and wanted to ask.

Dumbledore waved his hand and continued, "Of course, there is more to it than that. Although Harry is younger than you, he is much more mature than you."

"Percy, what do you want?"

Percy opened his mouth subconsciously, but closed it again with a sense of loss.

He wanted to be like Director Barty Crouch, but Barty Crouch was dead. Regardless of what was reported in the Daily Prophet or what he heard from Ron privately, the person he once admired the most was not as glorious as he seemed.

"You are ambitious and power-hungry." Dumbledore waved his wand and a chair flew over. He sat down opposite Percy. "Oh, I was the same as you."

"You know, that's a common trait among all of us good Gryffindors."

“We aspire to be the leaders of the pride.”

Percy nodded heavily.

"But what is power?" Dumbledore asked. "I also wanted it in my time, just like you. Really, Percy, I was exactly like you. I wanted things that I didn't even realize. I only saw them and ignored the truly precious things."

"Family, friendship..."

"And love."

At this point, he paused slightly. Whenever he occasionally mentioned the things that happened in his youth, it would break his heart.

"If I had the chance to go back in time, I would ask myself this question: what is the meaning of pursuing these things?" Dumbledore raised his glasses, conjured a handkerchief, and wiped the corners of his eyes. "I don't have this opportunity, but Percy, you still do."

"Now I leave this question to you."

"What's the point of pursuing these things?"

"You become Headmaster, you become Minister of Magic, and then what?"

What happened next? This one-syllable word was like a huge rock rolling down, crushing Sisyphus who was powerless to push the rock.

"I..." Percy began, opening and closing his mouth, but nothing came out except an "I".

Dumbledore smiled slightly, stood up, walked over and touched his head: "Percy, think about it carefully, don't go on like this in confusion, and don't push yourself too hard. You have a very good family."

He paused and looked at Harry: "I have some very good friends too."

"I heard that you have a good love life?" Dumbledore laughed.

Percy's cheeks flushed slightly.

"Don't take everything on yourself." Dumbledore took his hand back. "Harry knows how to vent his anger by scolding an old man like me, and he also acts like a spoiled child to Hermione."

"I didn't," Harry said loudly.

Dumbledore waved his hand indifferently: "If you are embarrassed to tell your family, you can come to me."

“I am willing to listen to students’ concerns and help them solve their problems.”

At this point, he became a little distressed: "But you all seem to think too highly of me. After all, I am over a hundred years old. I have made many mistakes in my life and have many experiences that you can learn from."

Percy nodded, his expression seeming to brighten.

"Then we won't disturb you from your work. We'll leave first." Dumbledore waved goodbye to him. "We're going to see Harry, Ron, and Ginny off tonight. Would you like to come and have a farewell dinner with us?"

Percy said nothing, and made no small movements.

But they both could see what Percy meant.

They walked out and closed the door quietly.

"Professor Dumbledore, you really impressed me today." Harry sighed, "You actually look like a headmaster now."

"I thought I would always be a very good headmaster in your heart." Dumbledore pulled his beard and laughed.

Harry shook his head: "Mr. Godric will definitely refute you."

"Well, some things are beyond your expectations." Dumbledore sighed, "But Harry, don't you think..."

Harry looked at him expressionlessly and interrupted him: "I am the one who is always in trouble."

Dumbledore wanted to speak again.

Harry added quickly, "You were the one who brought trouble upon me in the first year."

"And only that one time," Dumbledore emphasized.

Harry said, "I suspect that because of a bad start in the first year, there were troubles in the next three years. Maybe that incident in the first year completed a symbolic magic."

"We all know there is no magical power," Dumbledore retorted.

Harry shrugged innocently: "Magic is very strange. It may be magic that neither of us can discover. Do you want to ask someone who is capable?"

"Thank you." Dumbledore was helpless.

He knew very well who the "capable person" Harry was talking about. In the wizarding world, there were not many people who were qualified to be called "capable people" by Harry. Trelawney in the state of opening the third eye was one of them, but the opening of the third eye was not something Trelawney could control.

They discussed all the way and took the elevator to the magnificent hall.

Harry suddenly stopped: "Wait, Professor Dumbledore."

"What's the matter?" asked Dumbledore.

"Debt collection," Harry said simply, raising his wand.

Dumbledore followed his gaze - not far away from them was the golden "Magic Brothers Fountain". His eyes became surprised, and before he could say anything, Harry had already waved his wand.

A tremendous amount of magical power surges out.

With a splash, all the water in the pool flew out and condensed into a huge water ball in the air.

The people coming and going cried out in panic, and the birds and animals fled in all directions.

Harry waved his wand again.

Several statues that were preparing to escape were fixed firmly on their bases, and the Transfiguration Spell twisted the water outlets into a knot, completely blocking them.

"Harry." Dumbledore was somewhat helpless.

The officials from the Ministry of Magic finally reacted and ran towards this side with their wands raised.

"What do you want to do, wizard?"

"This is the Ministry of Magic!"

"The Aurors will be here soon, give up resisting."

Harry ignored them and raised his wand. The coins flew out of the pool and lined up neatly in front of him, one row of gold Galleons, one row of silver Sickles, and one row of bronze Knuts.

"Only one hundred and twenty-seven Galleons, twelve Sickles, and six Knuts."

"It's a bit poor."

“It’s not enough.”

With his other hand he opened his pocket, and with a clang, metal jumped in, sniffing like a dragon sucking water.

"What are you doing!" A wizard shouted in horror, "Take out the money quickly, these are from the Ministry of Magic."

Harry responded, looking at the statue: "I know it's from the Ministry of Magic."

"Remove the magic!"

"You robber!"

Someone pretended to be stern and scolded.

Harry suddenly understood and nodded heavily: "Oh, yes, dispel magic!"

He snapped his fingers.

The water ball in the sky exploded with a bang, and the water suddenly fell down like a waterfall, rolling up huge waves half a person's height, rushing towards the group of wizards, washing them away amid exclamations, and scattering them like stranded fish.