Chapter 183 (1/2)

”Yes,” said Fudge irritably, ”well, I'm glad the Knight Bus got Harry here, but he and I must go to the broken cauldron bar now...”

Fudge increased the pressure on Harry's shoulders, and Harry found himself pushed into the bar. A man with a bent back and a lantern in his hand appeared in the doorway behind the bar.

Fanlin is wary of the sudden Minister of magic, he knows that Animagus is not easy to detect, as long as he acts like an animal.

Vaseline had to climb on Harry's shoulder. He went around Harry's neck and looked very frightened.

This is Tom, a wrinkled, toothless boss. ”You found him, Minister!” Tom said, ”what would you like to drink? Beer? Brandy? ”

”Maybe a pot of tea.” Fudge said he still didn't let Harry go. There was a drag and puff behind them, and sampak and Eun appeared, with Harry's suitcase and Hedwig's cage, and they looked around excitedly.

”Why didn't you tell us you were Harry Potter, Neville?” 'it's all smiles at Harry,' said sampak, as ORN's Owl like face stares with interest over Stan's shoulder.

”A private room, Tom.” Fudge said directly.

”Goodbye.” Said Harry pitifully to Stan and ern, as Tom motioned to fudge to leave the bar and go down the aisle.

”Goodbye, Neville!” Cried sampac. Fudge forced Harry to follow Tom's Lantern along the narrow passage, and they entered a small elegant seat.

Tom flicked his finger and there was a fire in the fireplace; he bowed and left. ”Sit down, Harry.” Said Fudge, pointing to a chair by the fire. Harry sat down.

Despite the fire, he felt goose bumps on his arm. Fudge took off his pinstriped robe, threw it aside, pulled up the pants of his dark green suit and sat down opposite Harry. ”I'm Cornell fudge, Harry. Minister of magic. ” Harry knew that already; he had met fudge once before, but he was wearing his father's invisibility cloak, and he couldn't let fudge know about it.

Fanlin was lying on his stomach. He wanted to see if the British Minister of magic was really as muddled as he remembered

Tom, the owner of the bar, appeared again, adding an apron to his pajamas and bringing tea and pancakes from a tray.

He put the tray on the table between fudge and Harry, left the elegant seat and closed the door behind him.

”Well, Harry,” said Fudge, pouring out the tea, ”I'm not afraid, you know, you've got us all in a panic. From your aunt and uncle's house like this! I thought But you're not in trouble. That's what matters Fudge buttered his pancakes and pushed the plate toward Harry.

”Eat, Harry, you look dead. Now You'll be glad to hear how we've dealt with the unfortunate blow up of Miss Maggie. A few hours ago, two members of the accident reversal unit were ordered to Privet Drive. Miss Maggie recovered and her memory was adjusted. She doesn't remember it. That's what happened. No harm was done. ”

Fudge smiles at Harry from the edge of his teacup, like an uncle looking at his beloved nephew.

Harry didn't believe his ears. He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't figure out what to say, so he closed his mouth.

”Where do you spend the remaining two weeks of your holiday. I suggest you open a room in the broken cauldron bar and... ”

”Wait a minute...” Harry was in a hurry, which startled Fanlin. ”What about my punishment? I mean, that's what happened.”

”Punishment?”

”Yes,” said Harry, ”I violated the law restricting the use of magic by minors...”