Witcher at Hogwarts

"It's my pleasure." Ethan replied. No matter what medicine Fudge was selling in his gourd, Ethan planned to taste it first.

Ethan already had a deep understanding of Fudge. He knew very well that Fudge was the Minister of Magic chosen by a compromise between the various forces after the fall of Voldemort.

At that time, the British magical world was in danger and could no longer withstand any storms.

Therefore, Fudge, who seems mediocre and easy to control, becomes the best choice for all parties.

A weak and easily manipulated Minister of Magic is what major pure-blood families most want to see, so the powerful old Barty Crouch naturally lost his candidacy for Minister of Magic because of his son's affairs.

Fudge, who was the deputy minister of the Ministry of Magical Disasters not long ago, got a big advantage from the minister of magic because all his more competitive opponents withdrew.

After taking office, Fudge's performance was indeed very mediocre. At first, he often asked Dumbledore for advice and help. However, after a period of time, Fudge gradually became obsessed with everything that the position of Minister of Magic brought to him, and began to treat Dumbledore. Bledo sees it as a threat.

Fudge believes that the magical world has been getting better and better under his years of "painstaking efforts", but in fact, the peaceful magical world is not the result of his painstaking efforts.

Rather, after the fall of Voldemort, the wizarding world recovered from the darkness of war and prospered according to historical evolution. It was just that the Minister of Magic during this recovery period was Fudge.

But Fudge has stubbornly regarded Dumbledore as a threat, thinking that Dumbledore wants to usurp his position, so he has begun to be on guard against Dumbledore, and instead turned to cooperate with pure-blood families.

And pure-blood families have been using Fudge to achieve their various purposes. Since pure-blood families can use Fudge, why doesn't Ethan give it a try?

Tonks was a little depressed after knowing that Ethan had other things, and she hoped to spend more time with Ethan.

Time soon came to night, and Fudge, who had finished his work and changed into a black coat, enthusiastically pulled Ethan.

"Mr. Ethan, we can go. I think my family must be looking forward to seeing you." Fudge said.

He took out a beautifully carved pocket watch from his pocket, "Ethan, we can leave through the portkey. The fireplace in the Ministry of Magic is really dirty." Fudge frowned when he said this.

Ethan held the bracelet of the pocket watch in Fudge's hand. Ethan felt an invisible hook pull hard behind his belly button, and then he flew straight up. He seemed to have turned into a gust of wind, flying forward.

It didn't take long for the momentum to slowly weaken, and Ethan and Fudge slowly fell to the ground.

Only then did Ethan realize that he was no longer in the Ministry of Magic, but on a street with a beautiful environment. A villa in front of him caught Ethan's attention.

It has a light blue tiled roof and white walls covered with blooming clematis, which looks simple yet elegant.

The gardens around the villa are very beautifully decorated, filled with purple irises and lupins, making the surrounding environment full of floral and natural flavor.

Ethan looked at Fudge in surprise, not expecting Fudge to have such taste.

Fudge seemed to have noticed Ethan's eyes, and explained with some pride: "My daughter takes care of the garden, and she likes these flowers and plants."

"You are back." A gentle voice appeared in front of him. Ethan looked forward and found a woman with long black hair and light green home clothes standing at the door. She looked like a very elegant woman.

"Alyssa, we have a guest at home. Let me introduce you to him. This is the Ethan I have been telling you about." Fudge introduced Ethan to the woman in front of him with a smile.

"Hello Ethan, my husband often talks about you at home." The woman in front of him politely stretched out her hand and shook Ethan's hand.

"Ethan, this is my wife, Alyssa Parkinson." Fudge introduced the woman in front of him to Ethan.

"It's so cold outside, you two, don't stand here outside. Come in." Mrs. Parkinson turned aside and let her enter the house.

He took the coat handed over by Fudge, patted the snow foam on it twice, and hung up the coat.

The villa is paved with ebony floors, and the walls are covered with exquisite patterns. There are many oil paintings hanging on them. Some are portraits and some are landscapes, but all of them are in warm colors and look very warm.

"Andrea, come on down, there are guests!" Fudge shouted loudly.

"It's coming! It's coming!" A crisp voice came from upstairs.

Soon there was the sound of thumping coming downstairs, and not long after, a girl wearing a light blue dress appeared in front of Ethan.

This is a girl about the same age as Ethan. She has straight black hair that hangs down to her shoulders, fair and translucent skin, a pair of big black eyes like an elf, and pale red lips, which makes her look delicate and charming.

Ethan looked at Fudge in surprise. He didn't think that Fudge's genes could give birth to such a beautiful daughter. Could it be a genetic mutation?

"Dad, who is this?" Andrea looked at Ethan in front of her curiously.

"This is the Ethan you talk about every day," Fudge said.

Andrea gave a short scream, ran to Ethan, pinched Ethan's hand and shook it.

"Did you really defeat so many dark wizards? Is it true that I heard that you beat up Moody?" Ethan felt the smoothness of Andrea's skin on his hand and couldn't help but feel excited for a moment. Know what to say.

"Andrea! You're so rude! You really should stop reading that made-up story on the Quibbler. None of it is true!" Mrs. Parkinson scolded her daughter.

Andrea stuck out her tongue playfully and let go of Ethan's hand, "Mr. Ethan, wait for me, I have something that needs your signature." After that, she turned around and ran up the house.

"Please forgive Andrea, Ethan, we usually pamper her a little too much," Fudge said to Ethan helplessly.

"It doesn't matter, I don't mind." Ethan responded with a smile.

"It's time for dinner, I think you are all hungry." Mrs. Parkinson reminded, and then Fudge took Ethan to the restaurant.

The dining room is covered with thick wool carpets, which feel like walking on clouds. As far as Ethan is concerned, they seem to be better than the carpets laid by the Ministry of Magic.

The dining table is polished from a whole piece of precious wood. It has a light aroma and smells very soothing.

The silver candlesticks filled with candles on the table illuminated the entire restaurant brightly, and the table was already filled with dinner plates with exquisite patterns.

"Hurry up and sit down, the food will be served soon." Mrs. Parkinson said in a relaxed tone.

"Ethan, sit down quickly, you really should try Alyssa's cooking." Fudge kindly helped Ethan pull out his chair and invited him to sit down.

Ethan became increasingly confused about what Fudge wanted to do with such enthusiasm, and he even began to wonder if Fudge wanted him to assassinate Dumbledore.