bioinnovel Chapter 190 Subtle Influence
Chapter 190 Subtle Influence
Chapter 190 Subtle Influence
Belvina turned around, looked at the tightly closed golden gate behind her, and then chuckled softly.
The perfectly sealed golden gate seemed to say, "Step into this corridor, a symbol of the supreme power of the Ministry of Magic."
You will have nowhere to retreat.
Dumbledore and Cornelius Fudge have a conflict, and Belvina, caught in the middle, is easily caught in the middle and may end up pleasing neither side.
But Belvina had already made her choice. If Cornelius Fudge remained stubborn and refused to change, she would have no choice but to painfully abandon her old friend.
Belvina walked along the crimson back carpet into the depths of the corridor, passing one gleaming wooden door after another. The names and titles on the doorplates were so familiar, as if nothing had changed.
But the once majestic and unfathomable power center of the Ministry of Magic now seems like a laughable farce.
Before long, Belvina arrived near the minister's office. Just a few steps from the office door, she heard a man and a woman talking inside.
Two familiar faces stood on either side of the minister's office door: one was John Delilah, an elite Auror, and the other was an elderly member of the Wizengamot.
Just as John Dex was about to say something, Belvina immediately put her index finger to her lips, signaling Dex to speak.
Then, Belvina shook her head, signaling Delixi and the Wesengamo member to leave first. Although he didn't know what Belvina wanted, Delixi left without saying a word out of trust in her.
The older member of the Wizengamo was somewhat dissatisfied with Belvina's attitude, feeling that he had not received the respect he deserved.
However, the elderly wizard chose to leave under Belvina's intense gaze, letting out a cold snort as he passed by her to express his strong dissatisfaction.
Belvina, seemingly unconcerned, arrived at the office door. The gleaming wooden door was ajar, and the conversation inside the minister's office could be heard clearly.
The male voice was undoubtedly that of Minister Connelly Fudge, and he sounded quite pleased as he spoke, though he was sure his pleasure would soon wane.
The other person in the minister's office had a high-pitched, thin voice, like a teenage girl making a fuss in a high-pitched voice.
If the Ministry of Magic hasn't recently hired any underage witches, this disgusting tone must belong to Dolores Umbridge.
The two men in the office were talking about business, half of which concerned the capture of Sirius Black.
The other half is Umbridge's effusive praise of the minister.
Belvina, who was eavesdropping outside the door, immediately got goosebumps. No wonder he was promoted so quickly, no wonder he was the number one old man in the Ministry of Magic, his strength was truly formidable.
When it comes to flattery, Belvina can't even see Umbridge's taillights.
Just as Belvina's left hand was on the office doorknob, preparing to push the door open, she suddenly heard her own name.
"Minister, shouldn't we ask Dumbledore for his advice?" Umbridge said in a shrill voice. "Or perhaps we could write to Belvina; isn't she always with Dumbledore?"
Belvina, standing outside the door, tilted her head. This was pure fabrication!
Dumbledore is always elusive, so how could Belvina be with him every day?
Furthermore, what was Umbridge's purpose in spreading rumors? Was she just a gossip, or did she want to sow discord between Belvina and Fudge?
Belvina, who was standing outside the door, suddenly changed her mind, withdrew her right hand from the doorknob, and then kicked the bright and clean wooden door of the office.
boom!
The gleaming mahogany door of the office swung open wide in an instant, the nameplate hanging on the door swayed a few times, and then fell to the ground with a thud.
The bright brass nameplate reads:
Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge's sudden arrival startled both Cornelius Fudge and Umbridge, leaving them both stunned for a moment.
The next second, Fudge and Umbridge were filled with rage, wanting to see which audacious bastard dared to break into the Minister of Magic's office!
Then they saw Belvina standing at the office door, her beautiful face ashen.
His bright eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of cold frost.
"Belvina, what are you doing?"
"Belvina, what are you doing?"
Connelly Fudge and Umbridge said it in unison, but their attitudes were completely different.
Although Fudge's tone contained a hint of reproach, it was more of a sense of confusion and bewilderment, as if he were seeing a very sensible child suddenly throwing a tantrum.
Umbridge's tone was no longer one of confusion or bewilderment, but pure blame, accusing Belvina of disrespecting the minister, of insubordination, and even carrying a hint of grievance.
"I heard you missed me, so I couldn't wait to see you," Belvina said with a forced smile as she bent down to pick up the brass plaque that had fallen to the ground.
As soon as he finished speaking, Umbridge shut his mouth, clearly knowing that Belvina had overheard their conversation.
The minister's office door, made of gleaming mahogany, was ajar. It was Umbridge's doing, and she wanted to use it to send a signal that Dolores Umbridge was highly regarded by the minister.
Unexpectedly, not only Delixi and Wizengamo members were standing outside the office door, but Belvina was also there.
Umbridge's petty scheme backfired spectacularly, resulting in his own downfall.
Cornelius Fudge was another person who shot himself in the foot, though he was unaware of it at the time.
"Then you shouldn't have kicked the door. You've never done that before," Fudge said. He may not have realized what he was thinking, but his words were honest.
Umbridge's small eyes darted around; she understood the deeper meaning behind the minister's words—a rift seemed to have formed between them!
Belvina looked at the gleaming brass sign in her hand, turning it over and over to examine it. She said, "I really shouldn't have kicked the door. I should have tied up a few Dementors and thrown them into this office."
"What nonsense are you talking about? What Dementors?" Fudge said with a smile, deliberately avoiding eye contact. The minister was very uncomfortable with Belvina's actions of playing with the brass sign.
"Nonsense?" Belvina hung the brass sign back up, then said, "This is no nonsense."
Thanks to the Minister, Hogwarts' infirmary was packed with people, so crowded there wasn't even a place to stand.
As she spoke, Belvina walked into the office and stood in front of Umbridge, looking down at her, who was still dressed in pink.
"Minister, do you know what day it is today?" Belvina said, though she was talking to Fudge, her eyes were fixed on Umbridge.
"By the way, I heard that Blake broke into the school. Did he find any clues?" Fudge seemed unwilling to continue the topic and instead brought up the events that occurred on the eve of the Feast.
Umbridge, who was silent, wanted to glare back, but she could only look Belvina in the eye by tilting her head back, which put her at a disadvantage in terms of imposing presence.
Belvina ignored Fudge's attempt to change the subject and continued, "Today is the opening match of the new Hogwarts Quidditch season, Gryffindor versus Slytherin. The entire school's teachers and students braved the wind and rain to go to the pitch for this Quidditch match."
"Okay, and then?" Cornelius Fudge said helplessly, his increasingly round face devoid of a smile. He was very dissatisfied with Belvina today.
"The wind howled and creaked through the trees in the Forbidden Forest, blowing away the students' umbrellas," Belvina continued, as if deliberately teasing Fudge. "The unstoppable downpour could soak everyone in an instant."
The intermittent rumble of thunder made it difficult to hear the referee's whistle.
Umbridge, sensing the minister's displeasure, spoke up on his behalf: "Can you get to the point? This is the Ministry of Magic, not Hogwarts!"
Belvina raised her hand as if to strike, and Umbridge recoiled in fear, but Belvina merely rolled up her sleeves and showed no intention of actually doing anything.
"Although the viewing experience was poor, not a single person left the stands, Minister," Belvina said coldly. "All the students stayed in the stands, everyone."
Fudge frowned in displeasure; Belvina was acting very strangely today.
First, he kicked open the office door, then he launched into a sarcastic tone, and now he's even more indifferent and disrespectful.
Cornelius Fudge couldn't understand what was wrong with Belvina Black; she wasn't like this before!
Also, why was Belvina playing with that brass plaque? Was she implying—"I can put you in the position of Minister of Magic, and I can also kick you out of it"?
Connelly Fudge thought to himself, startled by the sudden thought that had popped into his head.