The door to the courtroom opened and members of Wiesengamor were fishing out.

Connelly and Umbridge stayed at the end, and Umbridge stared at Harry with a scrutiny until Harry trotted out of the interrogation room.

"Dolores, take care of your own men and don't cause trouble for me anymore." Foggy and Umbridge got close to each other and whispered.

Alan, sitting in the corner of the audience, coughed lightly, stood up, and reminded of his existence. Forge suddenly stopped, frowned, and found that it was Alan, signaled that Umbridge left and quickly walked towards Alan.

When Umbridge walked past Allen, he showed a flattering smile to Allen. The smile was like a pink toad. Aren restrained his desire to turn his head and nodded politely back his greeting. Umbridge seemed to be greatly encouraged, and his spirit rose up. He grabbed a large roll of parchment in one hand and a small bag in the other hand. The short and fat figure quickly disappeared outside the courtroom.

"Allen, can you give me some time and let's talk?" Fudge invited Allen, "Believe me, it won't take you too much time."

"My honor, Minister." This is the reason why Allen stayed here for the end, and of course he would not refuse Fudge's interview.

"Please come with me, I think this doesn't seem to be a good place to talk." Thinking that the conversation between him and Dolores just now might have been listened to by Allen, Forge glanced around the courtroom. Although the gloomy courtroom was empty, he still felt uneasy.

Allen nodded and followed Fudge. The two of them stopped talking, ignored the other wizards who also took the elevator, secretly looked at their wizards, and went straight to the underground floor where the minister's office was.

Entering the minister's office, Fudge's expression relaxed a lot. He took off his magic robe and threw it aside, revealing his white shirt. He lifted his dark green suit pants up and sat behind the super wide desk in the room.

He snapped his fingers and suddenly a tray appeared on the desk with tea and toast.

"Oh, Allen," Fudge said while pouring tea, "Tell you the truth, Harry's incident really made us fuss. It turned out that the Dementor took the initiative to attack him. I thought... we can't let this matter make a big deal, causing public opinion to be too unfavorable to the Ministry of Magic. This is the most important thing at the moment."

Forge took out a plate of scones himself, took one of them himself and pushed the plate to Allen.

"Allen, I hope "Sing the Singing the Contradict" will not be reported." Fudge looked at Allen from the teacup, smiling like an uncle looking at his favorite nephew.

Allen lowered his head and pondered for a while and said, "Even if the "Prophet Daily" and "Singing the Contradictory" do not report it, with Sirius' unwillingness to give up, they will definitely find other media to promote it."

Fudge impatiently waved his bite of scones, and the raisins on it fell on his table, looking at them with disgust: "The third-rate media are far less powerful than the Prophet Daily and Singing the Singing Against the Talent. As long as these two mainstream media do not report, the adverse effects of this matter can be controlled within acceptable limits."

"But this is indeed because the Ministry of Magic has failed to supervise the dementors, and the Ministry of Magic has to bear the corresponding responsibility." Allen clenched his fists and placed them on the table.

"The Harris family wants control of the dementors?" Fudge thought Harris was going to take the opportunity to get back what should have belonged to them, and his tone couldn't help but increase sharply, and his anger and worry hit him.

??? "Minister, you misunderstood. I mean, instead of controlling media and public opinion, it is better to take the blame to the person who made mistakes in management. Suppress the report completely, Sirius may protest more and use more means. Only by letting him see someone being punished for it and someone taking the blame can he be comforted. Think about it, after all, he was imprisoned for thirteen years in Azkaban for misjudgment. Now, with Harry, with Sirius's violent temper, he may rebound more fiercely."

"Are you pushing it to Dolores?" The tea cup kept turning in Foggy's hand, and hesitated: "No, I can't protect my subordinates, and the rest of the Ministry of Magic will be heartbroken."

Allen raised his eyebrows, gave up the idea of ​​directly destroying Umbridge, and made another suggestion: "Perhaps you can take back control of the dementor and directly control it to yourself. This is equivalent to punishing Ms. Umbridge, just losing a power that she had mismanaged. For others, doing so is equivalent to protecting her, after all, she did not completely lose her position."

Fudge nodded and thought to himself: "In this way, the control of the dementor is still firmly in my own hands." He stood up and poured himself and Allen a cup of Ceylon lowland black tea, and returned to his slow tone: "What will "Sing the Singing the Contradict" report?"

"It is impossible not to report at all, but the specific details can be fully described in neutral terms, and there is no need to be too long for the reporter to describe it." Allen blinked: "By the way, I have something I want to ask the minister for help. Do you know I want to set up a TV station recently?"

"Hmm? Has anyone in the ministry blocked you from going through the procedures? I should have told them not to cause trouble for you." Fudge was stunned, thinking that someone of his subordinates had provoked Harris. "I will tell them to let you go." Fudge just heard his subordinates report this before, but he had no idea about this thing.

Allen waved his hand to signal Fouguitar to misunderstand: "Minister, the procedures of the TV station were handled smoothly, and we have completed the registration. After all, we are not like the Wizard TV broadcaster in the early 1980s that was short-lived by the direct use of Muggle technology. They were banned by the Ministry of Magic for serious violations of the International Wizards Confidentiality Act before they even played any programs. Our Harris-turned Wizard TV and Muggle have completely non-interconnected in signal and energy. TV is different from radio after all. When Muggles accidentally hear Wizard Radio, they can easily feel that they have heard it wrong or thought it was someone's prank; and when they accidentally see Wizard TV, they are not so easy to believe it."

"So, Allen, what do you want to ask me for help?" Fudge was a little confused. Although he basically didn't understand these things, it sounded like there was no violation. So Harris was this?

"I mean, after all, there will be no only TV stations for the Harris family in the future. I suggest that the Ministry of Magic needs to set up a relevant department for unified management. However, this is an emerging industry, the professional candidates for this department will be decided by us Harris. After all, we are the first family to come into contact with this matter. In this way, we can look at the problem from the perspectives of the Ministry of Magic and the TV station at the same time. Continuous compromise and improvement will eventually lead to the most reasonable management laws. Of course, the authority and scope of this new department will not affect the functions of other departments of the Ministry of Magic, but only manage the film and television industry and its related content. I hope you can give a license approval, the Minister." Allen asked falsely, but had no intention of begging at all.

Fudge understood that this was the condition that the other party proposed not to report the dementors attacked the savior and Muggles.

But Foggy was a little hesitant about Harris's possible control of a new media. Although the other party's reasons were open, he had no idea what impact this so-called TV station might have.

"In fact, we have made several prototypes and have invited Mr. Tilden Toots, the host of Wizard Radio, and Miss Fleur Delakur from the Ministry of Magic to record a temporary pilot for us. Then we will put a lot of advertisements in Singing the Singing and the Prophet Daily to pilot them in places like Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade Village. The sensation brought by these emerging things themselves will surely minimize the public's attention to the attack on Harry and make it less visible. What do you think? Minister."
Chapter completed!