Then he looked around.

Kyle deliberately chose a spot in a corner, not near a window, with a large decorative plant next to it. You couldn't see what was going on here from the outside, and even if you entered the house, it would be mostly blocked by the plant. This made Fudge nod his head with some satisfaction.

The two chatted about some meaningless topics, and it was not until Madam Rosmerta brought their ordered food that the smile on Fudge's face gradually faded.

When Ms. Rosmerta returned to her seat at the bar, he suddenly said, "I heard Dolores say you wanted to see me?"

Finally, we get to the point.

Kyle put down his pumpkin soda.

"Yes, Minister, I think this is something you should be told."

"Oh? What is it?" Fudge looked curious, as if their meeting was really just a chance encounter.

"It's about a meeting that Professor Dumbledore once held in his personal capacity."

Fudge sat up straight subconsciously, but his face remained calm.

"I've heard of it." He said, "Albus is well-known in the wizarding world and is the headmaster of Hogwarts. It's normal for him to invite a few old friends to get together."

"That's true." Kyle nodded, "But what they discussed was not something that people would usually talk about at a gathering of close friends."

"Oh? What is that?" Fudge asked casually, "It's okay, just tell me, there's always something to talk about when drinking at the Three Broomsticks, right? "And I will definitely keep it a secret for you and won't tell Albus."

Kyle had no doubt about Fudge's assurance.

"What they were talking about was the resurrection of the mysterious man."

In an instant, the warmth and smile on Fudge's face disappeared. His face turned red because of anger, and he looked like an angry hippopotamus.

Umbridge next to him also stood up angrily, as if she would cast a Cruciatus Curse on Kyle in the next second.

"Ridiculous, ridiculous nonsense!" he growled. "The Ministry of Magic has said many times that the man can't be resurrected and won't be resurrected. I've heard enough of this nonsense. I thought I could hear something different."

"Dolores, is this the surprise you mentioned?" He glanced at Umbridge coldly, then looked at Kyle again.

"I don't think I should come to the Three Broomsticks to drink anything today. I have to go back to the Ministry of Magic. One last thing to say, that man won't be coming back."

“But some people think he could come back.”

Kyle ignored Umbridge's murderous look and said calmly: "This news will bring them enough benefits."

Fudge paused in his attempt to stand up and looked at Kyle with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Because everyone knows that only Dumbledore can deal with the You-Know-Who. This will allow him to build up enough prestige in the shortest possible time."

Fudge's eyes flickered, and he sat back down calmly.

"It seems that what we did was right," Fudge said. "We exposed his lies in the Daily Prophet so that more people would not be deceived by him."

"That's because the Minister has already exposed his lies." Umbridge's voice became more coquettish, with undisguised flattery, which made Kyle feel uncomfortable, but Fudge seemed to enjoy it very much.

"So Kyle, good boy, are you willing to come out and testify?" Fudge once again returned to his previous friendly look, as if it was not him who was angry just now.

"I would love to, Minister."

After hearing Kyle's answer, Fudge looked even happier.

He had always been concerned about the fact that Dumbledore had a supporter in Harry Potter. Although he was reluctant to admit it, sometimes the title of savior was still very influential.

That's why he's always been so kind to Harry...

But now it's different, Kyle is on the side of the Ministry of Magic.

As the youngest member of the Order of Merlin and the champion of the Triwizard Tournament, Kyle's fame has long been almost as great as that of the famous savior Harry Potter.

If you add the operations of the Ministry of Magic, it would be easy for Kyle to surpass Harry Potter in fame.

He remembered one person who was perfect for the job...Rita Skeeter.

Fudge picked up the red currant rum on the table and drank half a glass in one breath. He could already imagine the scene of Dumbledore's image collapsing and being blamed by everyone.

This is a great thing for him.

"The Ministry will remember your service."

I have mentioned to him many times that you should come to work at the Ministry of Magic, and I think you will definitely break his record and become the youngest Director ever."

Kyle quickly noticed Fudge's last word, "Director".

But isn't Chris the deputy director now? Kyle doesn't think Fudge would be wrong... Maybe he's not just making empty promises.

"Thank you for your trust, Mr. Minister." Kyle said excitedly.

Fudge smiled and said, "I believe in my own judgment. I will never be wrong."

"But I'm curious what the meeting was all about... I mean, do they have any other plans?"

"Of course." Kyle thought for a moment and said, "The most discussed topic is how to gain more supporters."

Fudge's expression changed slightly.

He subconsciously thought of a few days ago when someone said that Dumbledore went to find Amelia Bones and Barty Crouch, who had now been sent to the Department of Magical Transportation.

At that time, he had suspected that Dumbledore was after his position as minister. Now it seemed that this was almost certain.

Because in order to become the new Minister of Magic, one must have the support of the majority of the directors, and their votes are crucial.

Fudge was a little panicked because he was not sure how many people Dumbledore had met and whether those people had turned against him.

However, on the surface, Fudge still pretended to be calm and said, "Every director has a smart mind that can recognize the situation. They will not believe the lie that the mysterious man is resurrected. This plan is doomed to fail."

"That's great." Kyle said with a smile: "If that's the case, then their subsequent plans will be ruined."

"What is the follow-up plan?" Fudge asked in confusion.

"Nothing, just Dumbledore's wishful thinking." Kyle shrugged and said, "He said that after becoming Minister, he would do his best to spread the news of the resurrection of the You-Know-Who."

"Why?" Fudge was a little confused.

Wasn't Dumbledore trying to use people's fear of You-Know-Who to gain power? Why would he do that after he got what he wanted?

What good is this? Isn't he afraid of being drowned in shouting letters?

"Because only in this way can he declare the wizarding world to be in a state of war." Kyle said casually: "And during wartime, there will be no election for ministers. As long as he doesn't make too serious mistakes... he can stay in that position forever.

"But that's impossible, isn't it..."

Bang!

Before Kyle finished speaking, Fudge's hand shook violently, and the half cup of red currant rum he had just picked up fell directly to the ground with a crisp sound.

Ms. Rosmerta at the bar heard the noise and turned to look curiously.

"Do you need any help, Minister Fudge?"

"It's okay, I can handle it." Fudge tried his best to sound less excited.

He took out his wand, and the shaking tip of the wand showed that he was not as calm as he looked.

Fudge waved it casually, and the cup returned to its place immediately, and the rum on the ground disappeared.

"Kyle, I'm glad you can say this." He took a few deep breaths, calmed himself down, and said, "You have made a great contribution to the stability of the wizarding world."

"This is what I should do," Kyle said modestly.

"Very good, very good." Fudge looked a little absent-minded.

At this moment, a group of students happened to walk in from outside.

"Oh, is it so late already?" Fudge immediately stood up and said, "I wanted to chat with you for a while. Chatting with young people always makes me feel a lot younger... But no, I have something very important to deal with right away.

"I'll take you there, Minister," said Umbridge hastily.

Fudge nodded, and without even saying anything to Kyle, he walked quickly towards the door.

(End of this chapter)