Fudge looked like he was roaring as if he had been greatly stimulated.
Dumbledore seemed to have already expected this reaction.
He stroked his beard, which shone with silver light under the light, and stared at the person in front of him.
A pair of eyes are calm, but they seem to be able to see through everything.
"I admit that the incident was too horrific. Not only did it affect a wide range of people, but its influence was extremely bad..."
Fudge thought Dumbledore had given up and was about to breathe a sigh of relief.
But he was immediately choked by Dumbledore's next words.
"But, Mr. Minister, maybe others are qualified to say that about the child Romon. At least you, Connery Fudge, you might as well ask Merlin from the bottom of your heart... Were you there? Did you suffer any losses in the disaster?"
Fudge's face was livid, but Dumbledore didn't give him any face.
Without mercy, he directly removed the opponent's fig leaf.
"Fudge, that young lady from the Smith family didn't look down on you at all at that time..."
Fudge was furious.
"Fuck! Dumbledore, what are you talking about?! We love each other! The entire wizarding world knows it!"
However, the Minister of Magic, who was considered a big figure in the wizarding world, could not pose any threat to Dumbledore, the big boss.
Bursts of chuckles came from Dumbledore's mouth, with an inexplicable, calming sound that echoed in the office.
"Haha, don't get excited, Fudge. You know, I'm not here to quarrel. On the contrary, I'm helping you now. Let's not talk about how you got your position, but there is one thing that I think you can't deny. "
"Quite a few people are staring at it. I think you know this, old man."
Fudge finally fell silent.
After a long while, there was an eerie silence in the office.
Fudge's voice finally sounded again.
"Professor Dumbledore, you should also know that what the kid committed back then was a hundred times more serious than Voldemort in terms of impact. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't even have the chance to be imprisoned in Azkaban. ."
"Now you ask me to release him... With all due respect, Professor Dumbledore, you may not have enough face."
"I may have directly offended the entire British wizarding community because of this incident."
"When the time comes, I won't be able to keep my position."
However, Dumbledore smiled mysteriously.
I am convinced in my heart that today's goal has been at least half achieved at this moment.
He chuckled lightly, took out a letter from his arms, and handed it to the other party.
Fudge looked displeased, but still took it, muttering dissatisfiedly.
"Professor Dumbledore, all of this is in vain. I know that brat's godfather is Master Newt, but even with this... huh?!"
Fudge's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at the big red mark on the letterhead and the rigorously worded words at the beginning in disbelief.
The United States Department of Magic...
[Dear British Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge
We have been opposed to the outcome of your Ministry of Magic's treatment of our country's outstanding wizard, Mr. Romon.
But obviously, it is unfair for your country to make a fuss about this incident, which did not cause much actual damage.
The shameless detention of Mr. Romon Goldstein Kowalski for thirteen years is a serious provocation to the dignity of the United States Ministry of Magic, and we can no longer tolerate it.
Here, on behalf of the United States Department of Magic, I would like to officially announce that this written submission represents our ultimatum.
Immediately release Mr. Romon Goldstein Kowalski, a subordinate of the United States Ministry of Magic and the best potion master of this century, and be sure to ensure all his legal and reasonable activities in your jurisdiction.
Within seven days of the letter being delivered, we were unable to receive a satisfactory reply.
I am sorry to inform you, Minister Connery, that you will be honored to add to your resume in office and set off the outstanding deeds of the war between the wizarding world between Britain and the United States.
May Merlin's wisdom come to you
-Donald. Understand-]
"Waterfa!? This is impossible!!!"
After reading the contents of the letter, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Fudge's forehead.
His face was pale and his eyes were wide open, staring at Dumbledore in disbelief at the old god in front of him.
Gritting his teeth.
"This is impossible! That brat, no, even if you include the family behind him and Newt Scamander! There is absolutely no way you can let the American Ministry of Magic stand up for them!"
"This is impossible!"
Listening to the other party's hoarse roar, Dumbledore just shook his head gently.
There was a faint glimmer of memory in his eyes as if he was reminiscing about something in the past.
Sigh.
"Fudge, you know that even I can't fake the letter markings of the United States Department of Magic. They even do a better job than us in this regard..."
"To a certain extent, Fudge, you don't understand what the child Romon represents. What you see in front of you is the fact. If you continue to imprison him, the United States Ministry of Magic will go to war over it."
Fudge: "..."
Holding the letter in his hand with a tangled expression, he paced back and forth in the office.
Today, Dumbledore brought him a big problem that put him in a dilemma.
To release Romon, he would offend the entire British wizarding world and even the entire European wizarding community.
But not releasing Romon... caused a war in the wizarding world during his tenure.
Then he is even cooler.
Finally, after walking around for who knows how many times, when even Dumbledore was about to finish the snacks on his desk, Fudge paused.
Gritting his teeth, he stared at each other.
"Dumbledore, why? I need to know why the American wizarding world would send me such a strong threat to declare war for such a brat! I need to know the reason!"
Seeing that the situation is almost over.
Dumbledore also smiled slightly, and under the gaze of the other party, he took out a crystal amethyst potion bottle about the size of an egg from his arms.
Placed in front of Fudge.
"Look at it, how beautiful it is. Even Severus has to praise it. We Mr. Romon's work. From the notes he left at home, we know that the name of this potion is [Merlin's Midnight Twice]. Lucky for you]..."
Fudge: "..."
Fudge, who was still immersed in this beauty, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth after hearing the name.
After a long while, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence.
"It's indeed his style..."
"But, what effect does this potion have?"
Dumbledore smiled slightly, looked at the potion bottle, his eyes flickered, and he murmured.
"Just like its name, Merlin gives wizards a second chance, Fudge...how many squibs are there in the British wizarding world?"
When the word "squib" came out of Dumbledore's mouth, Fudge was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed drastically.
"You mean?!"
Dumbledore nodded, pointed at the potion bottle in front of him, and murmured.
"This potion can give Squibs a second chance, allowing them to re-ignite a surge of magic and become a true wizard. Although a person only has one chance, but... Fudge, you must understand now why the United States Will the magic world be so excited?"
Fudge nodded, took a breath, and then sat down on the chair weakly.
My brain is a little blank.
Just like the birth of the United States, the birth of the American wizarding world was naturally born out of Europe. Some pure-blood families who didn't get along well moved to the United States.
Gradually developed, we have the current situation.
In the American magical world, the number of squibs in wizard families is much higher than here.
"No wonder, if the formula and preparation method of this potion are obtained, the power of the entire American wizarding community will at least double..."
Dumbledore nodded.
Fudge gritted his teeth and struggled for a long time before finally speaking again.
"I can let him be released from prison early, but...Dumbledore, one thing I want to make clear is that what the US Ministry of Magic calls us is to ensure the safety of that brat Romon."
Fudge shook his head: "We can't do it. There are more people who want to kill him than there are Aurors in the British Ministry of Magic. And to put it bluntly, even our Aurors don't have no one who wants to kill him." he."
Dumbledore coughed dryly and nodded.
"Don't worry, I will communicate this with the other side. You know, they are very realistic. They only want the formula of the potion."
"As for Romon's safety, I will make arrangements for him."
Just as the two of them were rushing towards Azkaban from the British Ministry of Magic.
Meanwhile, Azkaban.
A "bang" sound, like the sound of a red wine cork being opened, came from the potion bottle in Romon's hand.
In the dim medicine room, Romon and the strange snake Elizabeth at his feet were looking at the medicine bottles in front of them with fascination.
It was like a white storm swirling in the potion bottle, crystal clear and emitting a faint light.
Luo Meng smelled the smell of the potion, and it was the same as the situation simulated in his mind.
"Elizabeth, I think we succeeded this time...".
"Elizabeth, I think we succeeded this time..."
When he said these words, even Luo Meng himself felt as absurd as if he were in a dream.
If what I am currently researching is known to the outside world, I will add the titles of "madman" and "idiot" to my original notoriety.
However, only Romon himself knew that the path he was taking was not wrong at all.
It's just full of ups and downs.
However, this is the path in life that he has truly determined after several years of study and pursuit since his soul traveled to this wizarding world.
Magical creatures evolve and transform!
Life is short. Even the Dark Lord Grindelwald, or today's Voldemort and Dumbledore, in Romon's eyes, are still small beings imprisoned in this world.
Maybe at some levels, it exceeds that of ordinary people.
But they are still in the human category.
And Romon...
Now that he has come to this magical world if he cannot aspire to the highest level, Luo Meng will not be reconciled.
"Hiss..."
Elizabeth rubbed against Romon's feet excitedly, and the touch of the snake's body, which was as cold as white jade, brought Romon back to his senses.
He lowered his body and touched the other person's head, with the same expectation in his eyes.
"Elizabeth, are you ready? Completely liberate the foundation of transformation over the years and become a unique advanced magical creature in the magical world..."
Elizabeth nodded excitedly.
It can't wait for a long time.
Not only as an experimental subject, to verify the conjecture and research of master Luo Meng. It is also a biological instinct to become stronger.
Finally, after Romon checked Elizabeth's condition and confirmed that there was no problem with her, he slowly poured the potion he named [NTR's Creator] from the bottle into Elizabeth's mouth.
There was a crash.
A fierce wind burst out from Elizabeth's body.
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