bioinnovel Chapter 10: This was a good deal; Minister Fudge is a great philanthropist!
Chapter 10: This was a good deal; Minister Fudge is a great philanthropist!
Chapter 10: This was a good deal; Minister Fudge is a great philanthropist!
At that moment, Fudge glanced at Dumbledore, whose expression was quite interesting, beside the hospital bed, and for the first time felt a sense of triumph.
God knows how much he feared Dumbledore's threat to his position!
After all, this renowned white wizard was not only incredibly powerful, but also had countless students. If Dumbledore had even the slightest thought of taking over as Minister of Magic, Fudge believed he would be ousted from office in the next moment.
Therefore, Fudge always felt immense pressure whenever he faced Dumbledore.
But this time, Fudge felt he was truly a genius.
A political crisis was averted at a very low cost.
Dumbledore must have seen this and become very wary of my methods, no longer daring to underestimate me.
Immediately afterward, as if afraid that Ciel would change his mind, Fudge immediately summoned the Ministry of Magic officials who were drafting the proposal and produced a document on the spot as quickly as possible.
Immediately after Ciel signed his name, Fudge forcefully stamped the seal representing the Minister of Magic.
After stamping the seal, Fudge let out a long sigh of relief, as if a huge boulder had been lifted from his chest.
"Well then, dear Ciel, you should rest well and eat whatever you want. There's no need to save money for our Ministry of Magic."
"The Ministry of Magic exists to serve wizards, especially young wizards like you."
"We still have some things to take care of, so see you later, Charles."
Fudge bid a warm farewell to Charles before leading his staff out of St. Mungo's Hospital.
No sooner had he left the ward than his staff could not hide their admiration, and they were truly impressed by Fudge.
"Minister, your move was brilliant, absolutely brilliant."
"When I heard Ciel say that he wanted to reveal the truth, I panicked and didn't know what to do. Only the minister could come up with such a brilliant solution."
"Bearing the cost of food? Such a trivial condition, yet it directly solves such a big problem, and even allows us to do some publicity, showing the entire wizarding world that our Ministry of Magic cares for the disadvantaged."
"Wonderful, absolutely wonderful!"
Faced with the flattery of his staff, Fudge became quite smug, his smile as wide as a flying AK bullet, impossible to suppress.
Although his staff would praise him on a regular basis, it was somewhat exaggerated. How could it compare to this sincere praise?
"It's alright, it's just a child, not difficult to handle. The key is to understand people's hearts."
"Dumbledore is so amazing, isn't he? But he doesn't understand people's hearts, so he can't be Minister for Magic."
Just as Fudge and his staff were leaving St. Mungo's Hospital, chatting away, an owl flew out and tossed a bill into Fudge's lap.
Fudge laughed.
"It seems our Ciel couldn't wait to use his privileges. He really is a child; he can't resist delicious food at all."
As he spoke, Fudge opened the envelope, intending to take out the bill inside and hand it to his staff to handle.
But the next moment, Fudge suddenly paused, looking at his staff with a hint of suspicion.
"Can anyone answer a question for me?"
"How many copies of the bill are there for St. Mungo's Hospital now?"
"Why is this bill over ten pages long? Do they use the kind of accounting method where they count every single Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean?"
Suddenly, Fudge had a bad feeling.
He quickly examined the details of the bill, and then he was completely dumbfounded.
"St. Mungo's Hospital Magic Recovery Meal, Large, 20 servings total."
"Quick recovery meal for sprains and bruises, 20 servings in total."
"One hundred chocolate frogs."
"..."
"Holy crap, they ordered fifty bags of weird-flavored beans?"
"Is Ciel planning to open some kind of convenience store?!"
Fudge abruptly turned his head to look at the advisor he had summoned to draft the magical agreement, and asked with a somewhat unfriendly expression.
"When you drafted the agreement, did you clearly specify that this agreement is only effective when Ciel himself consumes the food?"
"The Ministry of Magic does not reimburse for actions such as packaging and reselling. Is that clear?"
The aide swallowed hard and nodded repeatedly.
"I wrote it! I swear I really wrote it, leaving no loopholes for Ciel to exploit!"
Fudge was stunned for a long time.
"What does this mean? You mean Ciel ate all that by himself?!"
"Holy crap, is he Hufflepuff resurrected?!"
After standing there for a long time, Fudge finally calmed down from his exasperated state and managed a weak smile, both to comfort himself and his staff.
"Never mind, it's not a big deal if someone has a big appetite. Our Ministry of Magic isn't so poor that we can't even afford this much funding."
"At least Ciel eats normal food, not rare magical materials or potions as his main meals, so we can afford to feed him."
"This deal... isn't a bad deal, it's not a bad deal, right?"
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Fudge and his staff left amidst repeated cries of "It's worth it."
At St. Mungo's Hospital, Dumbledore was having what seemed like a dessert sharing session with the Shire.
Upon witnessing the Shire's astonishing appetite and seemingly indiscriminate consumption of both meat and vegetables, Dumbledore, who had always enjoyed eating strange and unusual candies, couldn't resist pulling out his own treasured collection.
A pile of candies called "Cockroach Heap," which bursts with juice like cockroaches, is a key item recommended by Dumbledore.
To his delight, Charles showed a happy expression when faced with these candies that almost all faculty and staff usually avoided, and he ate them with gusto.
This made Dumbledore feel a sense of kinship.
Charles was overjoyed.
The food, desserts, and snacks in the magical world can provide quite a few deduction points.
It's at least dozens of times higher than ordinary food!
Xia Er estimated that if he ate like this every day, he could gain three or four hundred deduction points a day.
It's over 10,000 in just one month, more than the total of the past ten years!
This is just ordinary food from the magical world. If Sharl were to eat something strange and unusual, such as magical animals containing a large amount of magic power, or certain alchemical items and potions, the points he could gain would increase significantly.
Of course, if they ate like that, Ciel's meager savings wouldn't be enough to feed them at all.
In addition, purchases in the wizarding world require wizarding currency, which can be exchanged for Muggle currency, with an annual limit.
In the original story, Hermione's father is a dentist, and the family is quite well-off, so it's impossible that Hermione would lack pocket money.
But Hermione still has to work hard to save money if she wants to buy something.
With the amount of Galleons that Ciel consumes at this rate, the annual quota for exchanging Galleons is barely enough to fill a tooth gap.
But who could blame them when the kind-hearted Minister Fudge signed such an agreement with Ciel, completely eliminating Ciel's worries?
Thinking of this, Charles's impression of Fudge was completely refreshed.
What Death Eater infiltrator? What Death Eater without the Dark Mark? What Voldemort's hero of return...?
I, Charles, will not allow you to slander Minister Fudge like this.
Minister Fauci is truly a great philanthropist!
(End of this chapter)