Chapter 620: The Minister Who Won’t Step Down
Fudge seemed momentarily distracted by Kyle's words, responding with a distracted, "Yes, I can see that." His gaze shifted, scanning the surroundings.
Kyle had deliberately chosen a secluded corner seat, one far from the windows and tucked behind a large decorative plant. From outside, it was impossible to see this part of the pub, and even for someone entering, the plant obstructed much of the view. Fudge, noticing the privacy, nodded in satisfaction.
For a while, the conversation stayed light, filled with idle chatter about trivial topics. It wasn't until Madam Rosmerta brought their orders—Fudge's Red Currant Rum and Umbridge's Mead and Cherry Syrup—that the Minister's demeanor began to shift. His smile faded, replaced by a more serious expression.
Once Madam Rosmerta returned to her post at the bar, Fudge leaned forward slightly and said, "I heard from Dolores that you wanted to see me?"
Finally, they were getting to the point. Kyle set down his Pumpkin Fizz and met Fudge's gaze.
"Yes, Minister," Kyle said. "I thought there was something you should know."
"Oh? And what might that be?" Fudge's expression remained carefully neutral, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of curiosity. He acted as if this meeting were a mere coincidence, a casual encounter over drinks.
"It's about Professor Dumbledore," Kyle said, pausing for effect. "A meeting he once hosted in his personal capacity."
Fudge's posture stiffened almost imperceptibly, but his face stayed calm. "I've heard of it," he said evenly. "Albus is well-known in the wizarding world, and as the headmaster of Hogwarts, it's only natural that he'd host gatherings with old friends now and then."
"That's true," Kyle acknowledged. "But the subject of their discussion wasn't exactly what you'd expect at a friendly gathering."
"Oh? And what was it, then?" Fudge asked, his tone feigning casual interest. "Go on—after all, a drink at The Three Broomsticks isn't complete without some good conversation. And don't worry," he added with a small smile, "I won't breathe a word of this to Albus."