Defeated Fudge

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The entire minister's office became silent, leaving Umbridge alone in the minister's office.

With no one around, Umbridge finally pulled back her usual contrived smile.

Her expression became cold and mean, and she snorted in the direction Ethan had just walked.

"A guy who can't judge the situation," Umbridge muttered softly.

It seemed to her that Ethan was utterly stupid, still contacting Fudge at a time like this without arranging his way back.

Umbridge looked at the decoration and furnishings of the minister's office in detail, and she knew that Fudge was likely to fall soon.

And the next Minister of Magic was likely to be Barty Crouch.

She would have to redecorate the minister's office when Barty Crouch took office.

She was a little too close to Fudge before, and now she has to perform well in front of the incoming new minister to successfully remove the Fudge label.

Umbridge cautiously confirmed that no one would suddenly enter the Minister's office and then walked over to the desk in the room.

Umbridge sat down in the Minister's office chair, put her feet up recklessly on the desk, squinted slightly, and enjoyed this moment of comfort.

It was Umbridge's unique way of relaxing; she always did it when no one was around.

She fantasized about becoming the Minister of Magic. Fudge, Crouch, Amelia Bones, and most recently, the brilliant Ethan. They all stood humbly before her, carefully reporting their work to her.

She would arrogantly reprimand them for their small mistakes, but these people could only bow their heads constantly and apologize to her.

Thinking of this, Umbridge's mouth showed a pleasant smile. However, her roots in the Ministry of Magic were too shallow, and she was ineligible for the position of Minister of Magic.

But that didn't stop her from fantasizing about it.

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Ethan didn't have the time, so he apparated to Fudge's house.

He knocked on the door, and soon it was opened.

Fudge's wife, Alyssa Parkinson, showed a pale and haggard face. Seeing that it was Ethan, Alyssa Parkinson seemed relieved.

"Ethan, you are here; my husband has been waiting for you!" Alyssa said eagerly.

Ethan was not polite, nodding to Alyssa Parkinson, and she took Ethan to the office.

As soon as the door to Fudge's office was opened, he frowned at the strong smell of alcohol.

Alyssa Parkinson apologized to Ethan a little embarrassedly.

"I'm sorry. My husband has been in a bad mood recently," she explained a little embarrassedly.

Ethan nodded; he walked in, closing the door behind him,

"Minister Fudge, please wake up." he patted Fudge on the shoulder.

After a while, Fudge woke up faintly. He raised his head, looked around in confusion, and finally set his eyes on Ethan.

Seeing Fudge's appearance, Ethan frowned.

At this time, Fudge looked very bad. His usual well-kept hair had become a mess, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was unshaven.

His shirt was stained with all kinds of marks, and he looked like a sloppy bum.

Ethan was quite disappointed with Fudge. It was obvious that Fudge had been ultimately defeated.

He didn't even have the most basic fighting spirit, just like a fish that jumped ashore, lying there and giving up its struggle.

Just opening and closing his mouth in vain, waiting for death to come. Personally, Fudge was not a qualified Minister of Magic.

"Ethan, you're here," Fudge greeted with a wine burp.

The stench made Ethan frown again.

"It's a pity you came late, Ethan. Everything is over, and I will be leaving the office soon," Fudge said, holding his forehead.

"I will probably be transferred to the Logistics Office or the Floo Network Authority?" Fudge had already begun to fantasize about his life after stepping down.

Although his opinion of Fudge was already shallow, Fudge's current appearance still made him a little nauseous.

Resisting the discomfort, Ethan said, "Minister, I'm here to report something important."

Before he could finish, Fudge interrupted with a wave of his hand.

"I'm afraid you'll have to report to the next minister, Ethan," said Fudge.

"I'm out of business now."

Looking at the disheveled Fudge, Ethan suppressed his anger and continued, "Minister, this matter is grave."

Hearing Ethan's insistence, Fudge raised his head in surprise, glanced at Ethan, and motioned for him to continue.

"I received news from an informant that Barty Crouch has defected," Ethan whispered in Fudge's ear.

"Defected?" Fudge said in surprise. "Where could he defect to? The moon?"

"Barty Crouch has turned to the Death Eaters," Ethan said.

"How is this possible?" Fudge was dumbfounded.

In Fudge's view, this news was so ridiculous. Voldemort had been dead for many years.

Barty Crouch now had a bright future at the Ministry of Magic, and the Death Eaters were wiped out entirely.

Even now, the remnants of the Death Eaters were either dead or imprisoned in Azkaban.

So the fact that Barty Crouch had gone to the Death Eaters seemed like complete nonsense.

"Ethan, this news is too ridiculous. This is a lame trap." Fudge even laughed at the news.

"The evidence is in his home, and his son Barty Crouch Jr. was rescued from Azkaban by him and is hiding in his home," Ethan said.

"Hahaha," Fudge unexpectedly laughed out loud.

"Ethan! You've been tricked!" Fudge said with a smile.

"Jr. Barty Crouch is long dead! Many people watched him buried!" Fudge wiped the tears from his laughter.

"Ethan, I think someone is teasing you!" Fudge said with a smile.

Fudge had even begun to think that Ethan was there to amuse him.

"I have obtained some definite evidence after investigation!" Ethan said seriously.

Fudge glanced at Ethan again in surprise, seeing his serious face with no trace of joking at all.

Fudge had to put away his smile, sat up straight again, and looked at Ethan seriously.

"What evidence?" Fudge asked.