Chapter 835

Meeting Room 1.

Xiang Xien stopped silently by the fireplace.

Fudge watched Xiang Xien with his smooth smile, as if appraising some treasure.

"How much longer until you graduate, Mr. Green? I hear you are about to enter your third year.

Oh my, who could have imagined? My dear Mr. Green is still a student who hasn't even taken his O. W. L. exams?"

Fudge's flattery didn't sound offensive.

But Xiang Xien only nodded slightly.

"I mean, a wizard as outstanding as you.

What do they call you—the greatest wizard of the future? The youngest wizard on a Chocolate Frog card? Or... the number one person in the Wizarding World destined to surpass Dumbledore?"

Fudge said with a smile,

"People say your talent surpasses Dumbledore's, though I don't know if that claim is accurate."

"Headmaster Dumbledore is far more outstanding than I am."

Xiang Xien said without hesitation.

"Ah, ah, that's for now, but what about the future? Mr. Green, the future is yours."

Fudge said, beating around the bush.

Xiang Xien stared at him silently, those green eyes always possessing the magic to see through people's hearts.

Xiang Xien probably understood Fudge's goal.

Minister for Magic, theoretically the highest position in the British Wizarding World.

In charge of the operation of the British Wizarding World.

Yet Fudge didn't seem to have the status matching his power, because there had always been a transcendent wizard in the British Wizarding World—

The greatest wizard of this century—Albus Dumbledore.

"Oh, I just want you to know this, I will support you..."

Fudge finished his oily speech and focused all his attention on Xiang Xien's face.

However, that face remained calm, revealing nothing.

"Thank you."

Xiang Xien said.

"Oh, that's very good, the Ministry still has urgent matters, please allow me to take my leave of you.

But you see, you know, my heart is with you—"

Fudge left, sticking out his large belly.

Before leaving, he winked at Xiang Xien.

"Coo-coo—"

Just at the right moment, Bai Yi flew in from the window.

It tilted its head, staring at Fudge's back, the implication being that it didn't much like the fat wizard before it.

Magical creatures' senses were always sharper than wizards'.

So... what kind of person was Fudge?

Perhaps oily, perhaps power-hungry, but there was no denying he was a politician, possessing the basic wisdom of a politician.

A wizard with no major advantages, serving as Minister for Magic, relying not on convincing strength, but on political maneuvering.