Hogwarts Food Master

Unfortunately, when the angry students came to the principal's office to petition, Dumbledore was not there. The portrait at the door said that he had gone out for something urgent and would not be back until tomorrow.

However, the portrait left a message for everyone. If you have any demands, you can go directly to the Minister of Magic Fudge. He is the person who pulls the strings of the whole matter and is in a high position. He will definitely be able to give everyone a satisfactory answer.

This hint was obvious enough, and the students became furious and rushed to the VIP room again.

Fudge's room was not far from the principal's office. He drank a lot of wine yesterday and he felt a little dizzy. He was lying on the bed with a handkerchief soaked in ice water on his forehead.

If you are a veteran of the wine bureau in China, you should understand that you are drinking fake wine.

Many people have a misunderstanding, thinking that fake wine must not taste good. In fact, this is wrong. The fake wine in the magical world is of course blended, and the technique is pure and the formula is excellent. In addition to the raw materials being rubbish, just from It’s almost impossible to tell the difference in terms of color, aroma and taste. Nowadays, the technology of fake wine has been updated and iterated, and the taste has even reached the point where it surpasses the real thing.

Fudge is not a bad person in nature, but he is too greedy for power and greed, so Dumbledore got him a bottle of fake wine to provoke him. The Minister of Magic is just a bottle on the outside of the wine, no matter how big it is. Even though you are glamorous, you must also have a sincerity inside and be a real person.

Otherwise, no matter how real wine is, it is just a fake blended with various junk materials. Drinking it will cause great harm to the body.

Unfortunately, Fudge didn't understand Dumbledore's good intentions at all. He drank an entire bottle of fake wine and even said it tasted good and asked Dumbledore to give him a few more bottles.

Suddenly there was a chaotic knock on the door from outside.

"Who is it? Is something wrong? I haven't gotten up yet. I'll go to the auditorium later. Find me over there."

The Minister of Magic is the highest administrative officer for wizards. His status is equivalent to that of the Prime Minister in the Muggle world. Although his power is not as great as that of the Prime Minister, it is not much worse. Few people dare to be so rude to him, and actually come to knock on the door one morning. , didn’t even make an appointment, it’s so ungentlemanly!

Fudge was a little angry and decided to go to the auditorium at noon to expose this rude person.

But the sound outside did not stop because of Fudge's displeasure. Instead, it became even louder, making it annoying.

This is not one person, this is a group of people!

Fudge reached out and pulled off the ice towel on his forehead, and threw it hard into the basin in front of the window. The thick window opened automatically with a snap, blowing in a bit of cold wind.

The exquisitely sewn suit banged open the closet door and floated in front of Fudge.

Although he was not a powerful wizard, Fudge was over fifty years old and had experienced the tragic rise of Voldemort. His magical attainments were incomparable to those of a strong man like Dumbledore, but he was still capable of being a professor.

I got up and put on my suit. The cold wind blew through me, which relieved my headache a little.

With a wave of his hand, the door opened. Fudge glanced out, then flipped his hand, and the door closed again with a clang.

There is a sea of ​​people outside, I don’t know how many people are standing...

Fudge was a little confused and couldn't help but think of a word - forced uterus!

Could it be that Dumbledore finally figured it out and wanted to occupy the Ministry of Magic and become Minister?

Although the probability of this happening was extremely low, Fudge would still think of this idea occasionally, and he also simulated the coping strategies he could do in his mind.

Fudge gave up reluctantly just a few minutes into each deduction. Dumbledore was so loved that even if he publicly said that he thought Voldemort was right and pure-bloods were the truth, there would still be a group of people who would support Dumbledore. .

But after a brief panic, Fudge was a man who had seen strong winds and waves. The fake wine flowed out in cold sweat, and his clever IQ took over the high ground again.

Thinking back to those faces just now, they were all young faces, just a group of students. If the teacher didn't get involved, then the matter wouldn't be too big.

How can a group of students turn the sky upside down?

I guess you're here to get an autograph?But when I think about it carefully, it doesn't feel like it. The eyes of those students looking at me are angry, and there is no reverence in them that I want to see most.

From this point of view, this should be the situation that I am most familiar with. I am afraid that these students are here to petition.

It's said to be a petition, but it's actually almost like fighting. Anyway, I have a request, and I think my request is reasonable. You have to help me support justice...

What?You can't do it either?Damn it, you must have gotten a kickback!

You corrupt official, I will fight you!

Fudge wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. In this case, even a few rotten eggs would be thrown at his head. If he didn't handle it well, he might get beaten up.

However, Fudge felt at ease instead. He had experienced rotten eggs so often that it was not a big deal at all.

Thinking of this, Fudge opened the door and glanced at the students in front of him.

"Everyone, today is the official first day of school. Shouldn't you go to class? Why are you all stuck here?"

"Mr. Minister," a handsome senior Slytherin student stood up, "You are also a Hogwarts graduate. What do you think of our previous diet? What do you think of our current diet? I and I My classmates are more than satisfied with the current kitchen manager. After so many years, we can finally eat real delicious meals, but you suddenly want to find someone to replace him? "

Fudge wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "I also ate yesterday. The kitchen manager at Hogwarts is indeed a superb cook, but the challenge of the Magic Palace was not decided by me alone. They first found the Food Association, and then They found me, I checked the procedures, every step is in compliance with the rules, I have no reason to stop them, besides, the food in the Magic Palace is not bad, right?"

"Snapped!"

A plate of cold curry rice was thrown over and almost hit Fudge on the head.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Is this what you call a good meal? I agree to eat Sir Sither's chocolate cake looking up at the stars!"

Fudge was indeed an experienced master, and he had easily avoided such a sudden attack.

"Everyone, that's not what I meant!"

As a senior politician, Fudge could still say calmly in this situation, "Everyone, please be patient. I promise to protect everyone's rights and interests and will not let your legitimate rights and interests be harmed in the slightest. As the Minister of Magic, I I guarantee that everyone will not be allowed to eat such cheap food. Please listen to me. The recipe challenge will not determine whether the kitchen manager will stay. In fact, there is no way for Miss Yumiko from the Magic Palace to stay in Hog. Woz, our kitchen manager will remain in his post even if he loses, but he will have to accept the guidance of the Magic Palace. This is for everyone’s benefit. In fact, it will improve everyone’s dietary standards!”

The students seemed to feel pretty good after hearing this. If this was the case, it would not be unacceptable.

It's a pity that they are still too young. The students must have never heard this sentence-politicians' mouths are liars!