Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

The sources of the Ministry of Magic's laws are always strange.

Some are written by the competent departments themselves, such as Mr. Weasley's "Muggle Protection Act", which is a prohibition on the abuse of the power of the Muggle Artifacts Office, so his rules are the law.

Some ministers force their way forward with their own will.

For example, Hortensia Milliffett, the minister who served for nine years 150 years ago, liked to enact laws the most. There are more than a thousand laws and regulations from her.

The amount of beef in a sandwich, the volume of the wizard chanting spells, and even the angle of the wizard's wearing are regulated.

The complicated rules led to complaints from people, and she eventually stepped down, and those laws were repealed.

But the sources of the drafted laws are strange, but if a decree wants to be passed and implemented, it must be submitted to the Wizengamot for voting, and more than half of the people support it before it is considered formal legislation.

Wayne took out a stack of parchments and threw them into the air. The parchments fell precisely in front of everyone, including Dumbledore and Harry, except Umbridge.

"Integrity Commission Establishment Bill"

The young man tapped his fingers on the table and said lightly: "I found that the management of the Ministry of Magic needs to be standardized, and many parts of law enforcement depend on the quality of the staff themselves."

After saying that, he glanced at Umbridge.

"For example, this Toad Lady, she made such a fuss because of a trivial matter of casting a spell outside the school. Isn't it a waste of the Ministry of Magic's resources?"

"You!" Umbridge stared at Wayne, wishing to skin him alive.

"Please shut up. Thank you. This is an internal meeting of the Wizengamot. It is a blessing to let you sit in."

Wayne did not even look at him and continued to explain his point of view:

"In addition, there is the problem of corruption. Every year, the Ministry of Magic says that funds are tight, but donations from the outside world and tributes paid by Gringotts are higher every year. Where does the money go?"

Here we have to explain the source of income for the Ministry of Magic.

The magic world is a world similar to Utopia. Even the Ministry of Magic has no right to collect taxes.

Donations from the public, fines for various violations, and management expenses within the authority of various departments are the sources of income for the Ministry of Magic.

The most important of these is the tribute from Gringotts.

Why can the goblins still manage the financial lifeline of Gringotts after several rebellions?

The reason lies in this tribute.

Of course, there is also the reason that wizards really don't know how to do business.

Anyway, as long as they have enough power, they won't be afraid of these goblins rebelling again.

Perhaps when the Ministry of Magic is short of money, they will secretly incite them, so that they can not only collect large compensation, but also increase the tribute in the future.

The room fell into silence again, and everyone was reading the decree drafted by Wayne.

The more they read, the more frightened they became.

Not only does it strictly regulate the law enforcement procedures of each department, but it also clearly states the penalties for violations.

The lightest punishment is a fine of several months' salary, and the worst is direct imprisonment in Azkaban.

If the ICAC is really established and it is enforced according to the above provisions, wouldn't the Ministry of Magic be in chaos?

There are only so many wizards in the whole of Britain, and many people who can work in the Ministry of Magic are either relatives or friends. Once they are offended,

Even if they are older and have higher status, they can't handle it.

Fudge was in a worse situation. There were too many legal provisions. He just glanced at a few that applied to him and realized that he was definitely guilty of being imprisoned to death. He raised his hand and asked:

"Laurence, Mr. Lawrence, is this too harsh?"

"The employees of the Ministry of Magic are already very hard-working. If there are too many rules and regulations and the punishment is too severe, it will affect their work efficiency and even make them timid."

Many people nodded in agreement. They didn't want to be the first to do something, but Fudge had already taken the lead in the charge, so it would be okay to follow suit.

Wayne pressed down with one hand to stop the discussion: "I understand everyone's concerns. Legal principles are nothing more than human feelings. If the law is too strict, it will also affect everyone's enthusiasm."

"Yes, yes, that's what we mean."

"It is indeed too strict, but Mr. Lawrence's starting point is good."

"The current problem of corruption and bribery in the Ministry of Magic is very serious. I think there is no problem in keeping it strict in this regard."

Everyone talked a lot, and no one dared to say too much. Wayne had expected this situation a long time ago. The draft he took out was just an introduction.

"Since everyone thinks so, let's go one by one."

Wayne knocked the gavel to restore silence at the scene: "Except for the too harsh punishment, everyone should agree with other rules and regulations, as well as the significance of the existence of the Independent Commission Against Corruption?"

Of course no one dared to object to this. Doesn't objecting mean that you have something to hide?

"Very good, then the problem is much simpler." Wayne leaned back: "You will discuss the punishment part. After all, I am not a professional legal talent."

"Ms. Bones, Mr. Crouch, you both have rich experience. You will be responsible for drafting the details."

Bones nodded, "I will try my best to be fair and just and control the degree."

Crouch: "I have different opinions. I think it's good to be strict. At least no one will break the law knowingly."

The Wizengamot Wizards' hearts were lifted again.

Crouch is a ruthless man who can even send his own son to Azkaban...

But Wayne was too lazy to argue with them and ended the meeting.

Bones came to Wayne and asked some details and his ideas. Finally, he got a lot of opinions before leaving.

Wayne admired the integrity and rigor of this serious witch.

But unfortunately...

We are not the same kind of people.

What he needs is subordinates who stand on his side unconditionally, not colleagues who stand on the so-called fair side.

The people in the courtroom gradually left, and in the end only Fudge, Umbridge, and Percy were left.

"Minister..." Percy greeted him with a lick on his face, and Fudge waved his hand impatiently to drive him away: "Bourne, you go out first, I have something to talk to Umbridge."

Percy's face was red with embarrassment, and he didn't dare to correct Fudge's wrong name. He bowed slightly and fled in embarrassment.

Ever since Crouch called his name wrong, the entire Ministry of Magic has suffered from a strange disease that can't remember his name.

In just one month after being transferred to Fudge's side, Percy has more than a dozen names.

"Minister, why didn't you help me just now?"

After Percy left, Umbridge immediately said with resentment. Perhaps she was too angry, and her tone was much more aggressive.

Fudge didn't care, but sighed deeply.

"Dolores, didn't you see it just now?"

"What?" Umbridge didn't understand.

"Didn't you see Lawrence's power?" Fudge gritted his teeth and said, "When he came, the Wizengamot (bccf) wizards almost knelt on the ground to greet him."

"You have no idea how terrifying his influence is now."

"I have offended Dumbledore, and I can't offend Lawrence again. If the two of them deal with me at the same time, I can't sit still as a minister."

Fudge looked sad and angry: "Dolores, I... I feel so bitter!"

Umbridge saw Fudge's true feelings and felt sympathetic. His tone weakened: "I'm sorry, Minister, I I failed to understand your difficulties. "

"It's okay." Fudge forced a smile: "Now I rely on you, Dolores."

"As long as you catch the evidence of Dumbledore's conspiracy and rebellion in the school and take control of the school, we can successfully eliminate an enemy, and it won't be too late to deal with Lawrence then."

Umbridge nodded repeatedly: "Minister, I will never let you down."

After that, she hesitated for a moment, lowered her voice and asked: "Have you ever thought about... using Aurors to make Dumbledore surrender?"

Fudge's eyes were almost rolling up to the sky. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

Can the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic deal with Dumbledore?

Yes, it turns out that he also has such a naive plan.

But it was not Dumbledore who made him give up this naive idea, but Wayne.

Last year in the World Cup, one man almost massacred hundreds of wizards. Just the fire spell that sealed off the scene required dozens of Aurors to cast spells together to break it.

Wayne is so strong, what about Dumbledore?

The only way he can deal with Dumbledore now is that the other party will entangle with him within the rules and will not overturn the table.

UmRichie wanted to use force to confront each other. Wouldn't that force the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore to lose both sides?

He didn't even dare to think about it!

"Dolores, I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible!" Fudge scolded sternly:

"We are officials, not lawless dark wizards."

"I will naturally use legal means to try Dumbledore after finding evidence of his crimes. What are you doing? Are you trampling on justice?"

Umbridge apologized repeatedly, and Fudge's expression eased slightly. He sneered in his heart, patted her shoulder and encouraged:

"In short, work hard. I will provide all support except direct help."

On the other side.

Wayne was entertaining the group of old men and women.

Some people seek fame, some seek profit, and some seek life.

He is a capitalist who knows how to win over a community of interests that is not stable but very useful.

In a few years, relying on the lobbying plan customized by the consulting company, he found the weaknesses of almost all Wizengamot members and mastered them one by one.

This time he got the position of Chief Wizard, so naturally he had to give up some things to make everyone win-win.

However, Wayne paid special attention to a few people.

Although they were not Death Eaters, they had an ambiguous relationship with Voldemort during the period when Voldemort was in power.

However, through the inspection of Legilimency, he found that these people had not yet established contact with Voldemort, so he could rest assured for the time being.

After a lot of wrangling, it took nearly an hour before Wayne came to Harry and Dumbledore who had been waiting for him.

"Sorry, Professor, I kept you waiting."

"Not really." Dumbledore smiled and said, "It's not the original questioning time at this point."

Harry also nodded vigorously: "Wayne, thank you for speaking up for me today."

"I didn't help much." Wayne waved his hand: "Didn't you prove your innocence when I came? You should thank the headmaster."

"I've already thanked you." Harry said, and then whispered to Wayne: "Thank you for what you did to Umbridge just now. She's so annoying."

"I don't want to see her again in my life."

Wayne laughed dryly: "Then I wish your dream will come true."

The three chatted for a while, and Wayne drove away the annoying Harry. Before leaving, Harry invited him to visit Grimmauld Place, and the time was scheduled for tomorrow night.

Harry also invited Dumbledore, but Dumbledore declined the invitation on the grounds that he was busy.

Harry felt a little regretful, but he didn't force it.

After he left, Wayne invited him, "Professor, come to my house?"

"Well, I have something to ask you."

The two left the Ministry of Magic and Apparated to Wayne's home.

The sandwich he had just eaten at the Ministry of Magic tasted terrible. He took two bites and threw it aside. Wayne asked Gardevoir to prepare some more.Meals, ready to eat and talk.

"Professor, what do you want to ask me?"

Wayne said while eating a potato cake.

"Snape met Voldemort." Dumbledore tasted the coffee and added ten sugar cubes to it, which made Wayne's eyelids twitch wildly.

After taking a sip, Dumbledore was satisfied and continued: "Voldemort was in a very bad state that day and suffered the backlash of his own magic. I heard that you injured him."

"I want to ask, where did you meet him and what was Voldemort doing at that time."

Wayne looked surprised: "Injured? No way."

"I sent a rocket over at that time. Did he become a loser?"