Harry Potter: Demon Monarch

Chapter-67.

"Becoming the warden of Azkaban?" Minister Smith showed a difficult expression and said, "This puts me in a bit of a bind!"

If Carlson had said he wanted to be the second-in-command of some department or something like that, Smith could have agreed on the spot. In fact, for some departments that didn't have much to offer, he could even let Carlson be the head.

However, Azkaban was different from the Ministry of Magic. If Carlson truly became the warden of Azkaban, wouldn't Azkaban become Carlson's own territory like Hogwarts?

"Difficult?" Lester's face turned fierce. With fewer people around, he wasn't afraid of being seen and directly threatened, "The reason those prisoners caused such a ruckus in the Ministry of Magic was that the previous warden was useless. Otherwise, how could there be so many problems?"

"If you let me be the warden, I guarantee that the security of the entire magical world will improve by at least 10 percent!"

Lester confidently painted a grand picture for Minister Smith, even claiming he would enhance the security of the magical world. Who knows how someone in charge of a prison could improve the security of the magical world?

Despite secretly cursing Carlson in his heart, Minister Smith still didn't dare to refute him face-to-face.

Although he was greedy, his strength clearly matched the benefits he sought!

In the Wizarding world, strength was paramount. Even though these pureblood officials could dominate Muggle wizards, in the eyes of true powerful figures, they were just a bunch of jokes.

Take the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, for example. He didn't even need to care about them on a daily basis; what was his support? It was simply his strength and the backing of a group of exceptionally powerful Hogwarts professors.

And then there were Lucius and his group of damned old purebloods, who were all despicable war criminals but managed to avoid judgment thanks to their family's wealth and power. What was it based on? Their immense strength.

As for the Ministry of Magic? It originally lacked cutting-edge combat power, and now the head of the Auror office had been killed by a prisoner from Azkaban, causing the Ministry to become a sea of flames.

All the faces of the high-ranking officials in the Ministry were trampled on the ground. If this matter wasn't handled properly and led to public opinion being stirred up by those old purebloods, they would probably all be forced to step down!

Thinking this way, Carlson's conditions didn't seem so unacceptable anymore.

Carlson needed these officials who controlled the legitimate Ministry of Magic to give him enough status, while they needed Carlson's powerful combat strength to maintain their precarious regime.

Both sides had what they needed; as long as they could complement each other, perhaps this incident in the Ministry of Magic wasn't such a bad thing after all!

With Carlson's high-end combat power, these high-ranking officials in the Ministry could be much bolder when facing Lucius and the other old purebloods. Even when facing the greatest white wizard, Dumbledore, they would be able to speak with more confidence.

Moreover, several important departments in the Ministry of Magic were already under the control of emerging ruling families, so parachuting in someone like Carlson would inevitably affect the division of interests in this big cake called the Ministry of Magic.

Now, giving that unclaimed territory, Azkaban, to Carlson in exchange for the stability of the Ministry's regime wasn't unacceptable at all!

With this in mind, Minister Smith's thinking became much clearer during the next negotiation.

"If you want to be the warden of Azkaban, the Ministry of Magic will definitely support you," Minister Smith first expressed his support, then showed a difficult expression and said, "But..."

"But what?" Lester knew that the key point lay in that "but."

"But, if Dumbledore were to ask..." Minister Smith pretended to be troubled, but his gaze was tightly fixed on Carlson, wanting to see his expression change.

Both were old foxes, and Lester immediately understood Minister Smith's meaning.

Having watched Harry Potter in his past life, he naturally knew that the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts had always been at odds on few points at some times.

The powerful Dumbledore loomed over these pureblood officials like a mountain, and for any major event, they needed to consult Dumbledore.

That's why later, Fudge tried to trip Dumbledore up.

Fudge could become the Minister of Magic; he wasn't a fool. Even though he knew Voldemort had resurrected, he still had to pretend to be unaware.

Because as long as Dumbledore stood strong, this group would never truly be able to control the entire magical world. This tradition that had lasted for decades made these purebloods eager to break free from Dumbledore's control.

"Dumbledore?" Lester said disdainfully and confidently, "I respect him as a he has enough strength, but his position is merely the headmaster of Hogwarts; the matters of the Ministry of Magic are not for him to meddle in!"

That's settled!

Minister Smith's face lit up with joy; Carlson was indeed on their side, willing to support him and his people against Dumbledore.

If anyone else had suggested helping them seize power to oppose Dumbledore, they would have immediately turned around and thrown that person into Azkaban, to prevent any discord between them and the headmaster.

However, this was Carlson speaking; not allowing Dumbledore to meddle in the Ministry of Magic was akin to standing in the same camp as them, the purebloods.

In that case, he was one of their own!

There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests.

After receiving Lester's affirmative response, Minister Smith's gaze towards 'Carlson' became increasingly friendly.

Isn't it just about wanting benefits? He could give them to him directly; why bother with threats?

"You saved the Ministry of Magic, and by rights, you should indeed be rewarded," Minister Smith, now treating Carlson as one of his own, spoke without formality, directly and intimately, "It would be a bit of a waste to make you just the warden of Azkaban."

"However, since you want to take on a role, I can only put you in a bit of a bind, but there is still a vacant seat in the Wizengamot; please make sure to participate. I believe with your character, you will make the entire Wizengamot 'more just'."

Since Carlson was willing to cooperate, he was one of their own, so Minister Smith was generous with the benefits.

Hearing that he could not only become the warden of Azkaban but also snag a seat in the Wizengamot, Lester was somewhat surprised.

But then he thought about it and felt it was only natural.

Now, with various factions rising in the magical world, his formidable combat strength would be warmly welcomed no matter which faction he joined.

Thus, it was understandable for Minister Smith to offer something substantial.

"Thank you, Minister. Promotions don't matter to me; I will follow your arrangements."

Having reached an agreement, Lester relaxed and pretended to flatter Smith.

Smith laughed heartily, enjoying the praise.

He had heard too many flattering words and was long past being impressed, but hearing it from a powerful figure like Carlson was still quite gratifying.

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