Volume 9: The reins handed over Chapter 541: Ministry of Magic Infernal Affairs
"waste!"
Voldemort didn't know how many times he had scolded these parasites under his command in this tone.
But the truth is always so disappointing, these purebloods seem to never be able to accomplish even one thing. No matter what kind of task is given to them, he will still need to step in to clean up the mess in the end.
Fortunately, this is the last time.
Voldemort looked at Lupin and Sirius, who organized everyone to evacuate without hesitation after he appeared on the ground. He knew clearly that the war had entered its final stage.
All the previous fights were preparations for this highest-level battle, but now it is obvious that the British and French Ministries of Magic have completely lost their advantage.
He stood up now, seemingly reversing the disadvantage in an instant, but in fact, he had become the passive party on the battlefield that affected the final outcome.
However, Voldemort actually doesn't care about this.
In the face of absolute strength, the so-called passivity is not a problem at all. The reason why he has been waiting for the outcome of the war between these people below is just to lay a solid foundation for his theory .
After all, if the British and French Ministries of Magic jointly won a great victory, it would provide .
But obviously this ending could not satisfy Voldemort.
But now that things have come to this, he won't care so much. These days, there is enough time left for Grindelwald and John.
Now Voldemort is confident, even a little conceited, but not to the point of being completely arrogant. Although John used various tricks to kill him that time, he still won after all. If he is given enough time to develop, no one can guarantee what John will become in the future.
The time he had booked was just these few days. Even if the war below had not yet come to a final conclusion, Voldemort did not intend to wait any longer. He just didn't expect that these people under him could not even hold on for these last few days.
Voldemort ignored the ground and used his power to rush towards the British and French Ministry of Magic at the Wizarding Horizon. His eyes were looking far into the sky, wondering who would be the first person to face him this time?
Still the loser who repeats the same mistakes?
Or do they feel they are ready?
Just as Voldemort was thinking, a golden-red light suddenly flashed in the direction he was looking!
…
Ministry of Magic, United Kingdom.
After Fudge was dismissed as Minister for Magic, Barty Crouch Jr. became the new Minister.
Of course, unlike Fudge’s ornament before, as Voldemort’s absolute confidant, Barty Jr.’s position of minister is certainly not in name only.
In addition, Voldemort usually doesn't care about matters big or small, so Barty the Younger has almost become the most powerful minister since the establishment of the Ministry of Magic.
But even so, he never showed any signs of being complacent, as if he had no other desires in his life except to be loyal to Voldemort. He worked very seriously all day long and never spoke to anyone.
This made many people dissatisfied with him. Although Barty Jr. had all the privileges that pure-bloods should have, there were of course conflicts of interest among pure-bloods. Barty Jr. obviously wanted to be a lone minister, treating everyone equally and being absolutely loyal only to Voldemort. This led to his increasingly distant relationship with other pure-bloods after he became the minister.
"Those guys on the front line are such losers that in the end the master had to do it himself."
Lucius had been getting close to Barty Jr. these days, perhaps because of work. After Voldemort regained power, he had resumed his position as the Director of the Auror Office, and soon after Barty Jr. officially took over as Minister of Magic, he also became the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
In today's war, he is mainly responsible for logistics-related work, so naturally he has more contact with Batty Jr.
"If you guys took less kickbacks, maybe this failure wouldn't have happened."
Barty's voice was cold, but Lucius didn't care. He knew he was not the only one who took kickbacks, and he was not the only one scolded by Barty. Since everyone was scolded, it meant that no one was scolded.
"We are all just trying to make a living. Besides, is there any possibility that we will lose?" Lucius casually picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip.
Little Barty was in no mood to chat with him. During this special period, there were many things that required him as the minister to be responsible for. There were also documents on his desk that needed approval. These were all complicated and trivial matters that he could decide on on his own without reporting to Voldemort. However, it was these trivial matters that were the most exhausting.
"Just tell me what you want to say, I'm very pressed for time!"
Lucius shrugged helplessly.
"The war down there is over, and the casualty report will be out soon. Post-war compensation also needs to be prepared in advance. The Logistics Department said that you need to talk to them in person about this, and I, as the director, can't do that."
"trouble."
Little Barty put down the documents in his hands, turned to the fireplace and threw some Floo powder into it. After connecting with the office of the head of the logistics department, he confirmed the situation of post-war pensions.
After dealing with such a troublesome matter, he looked at Lucius impatiently again.
"Any questions?"
Lucius smiled and stood up from his chair.
"If I must say something else, I just want to remind you, Crouch, that it's time to rest. No matter how loyal you are to your master, you must maintain a healthy body. It's not a good thing for you to stay awake for so long."
Little Barty just said without raising his head.
"If that's all the nonsense you have to say, go and do what you should do."
Lucius turned and left the minister's office.
After he left, Little Barty rubbed the sides of his head. In fact, without Lucius telling him, he knew that he really needed to rest.
But other pure -bloods can be half-bloods, but he can't. Voldemort has high expectations of him, so naturally he has to make efforts and respond to match such expectations.
Little Barty leaned back in his chair, picked up the tea on the table, and thought that maybe he could take a short rest. After all, what they should do most now is to wait for the news of Voldemort's victorious return.
However, Little Batty didn't notice that the position of the cup of tea he was holding seemed to be slightly shifted compared to before...
