Chapter 19: Dumbledore, Fudge and Umbitch

Dumbledore was shocked. I mean what do you expect, he is talking to the great me, getting shocked is normal.

As he was about to reply, someone tried to enter through his floo network.

"Dumbledore, let me in, I need to talk to you regarding an urgent matter." We both could hear Fudges voice from the flu network.

'Ah, has god blessed me to have these perfect coincidences.'

Dumbledore let him come in, and in flashed in one minister and one pink bitch.

"Ah, Minister Fudge and Miss Umbitch, what a great coincidence." I asked with a smile, directed at Umbitch.

"YOU, WHO IS CURSING YOU RIGHT NOW?" She asked really pissed.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe I just got so used to it that I cannot change the way I speak I sincerely apologise Miss Umbitch, take my most sincere bow," I said, not bowing. Why the fuck would I bow?

"YOU!" She was about to scream, till Dumbledore stoped her.

"Ah, so what do I have to earn this visit from you Minister, do you want a lemon drop?" He said handing his sweats, I was the only one who took them. He seemed happy that I did.

"We came here to talk to Mr. Markus, we are happy that you are already here." The minister said sweating. He must have gotten my surprise.

I just published four super useful potions. A sort of vaccine for lycanthropy. Which anyone who takes this potion won't be transformed even if they get bit.

A modified version of Felix Felicies, where a person can take once a year, not decade. I mean who wouldn't want luck, the best part is it's cheaper and easier to make.

A potion which can cure most mental damage, unless extensive, the cure is immediate, and the longest would be a 6 months treat with the potions. I wasn't planning on releasing this but did it for James Potter, I might need him for the future.

The last one was the best. A temporary mana increasing potion, which will fill your body with ten times the mana you have. The only side effect is that after 12 hours, your body will shut down for 24 hours, but this is something that can save someone's life in a dangerous moment.

It was sold to every country but Britain. I also realised that the ministry has been smuggling in my supplies so I made specific ministries sign clauses that they will do their 1000% effort to make sure Britain cannot smuggle anything.

Fudge must have realised something was wrong when none of his usual contacts gave him any potions.

Why do you think until now no pure-bloods pressured Fudge to apologise, they were able to get all the items they needed anyway, but now that's nearly impossible.

"We are here in hope that you will allow potions to be sold in Magical Britain, your home country and..." I cut him off right there.

"Sorry minister but your sob stories won't work with me, so either give me something I want, or I will not sell the potions." I said with a smug look towards umbitch, I have been asking this since day one, she has to apologise. But If they think I am going this far just for an apology, then they just be stupid.

"What do you want Mr. Markus." Fudge asked sweating, really nervous.

I raised two fingers, and he seemed happy that I didn't have too many demands. Even Dumbledore who didn't exactly know what's going on, was surprised that I didn't have a lot of demands.

"I want the Daily Prophet, I will even pay for it, as long as the cost is reasonable," I said, and the minister was really happy.

After all, at this point, he hasn't understood the use of the Prophet, the only news source in Britain.

"Sure, I don't mind that, I will just ask the Prophets owner who is a good friend to sell."

Fudge said smiling, oh boy he will regret this.

(Btw from what I researched the Prophet is privately owned, and I think it was later bought by Fudge)

"Wonderful, what is your second request," Umbridge asked with her smile.

"Next Miss Umbitch, I want a public apology, from the entire Ministry, and especially you Miss umbitch." I said with a cruel grin.

"WHAT, THIS IS PREPOSTEROUS, I WILL DO NO SUCH THING, I HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG." She screamed, even Fudge was frowning.

"Take it or leave it minister, I expect the apology in the daily Prophet, and I want one which explicitly states that you and Umbitch are sorry, good luck, if not, not only the normal folk, the pure-bloods will also be at your throat. You have till Christmas " I said grinning.

Fudge swiftly nodded, and ran to the fire place with a screaming Umbridge.

"Well done Mr. Markus, you dealt with them really well. Now why don't you sit down and help yourself to more sweats if you would like." Dumbledore said, genuinely impressed a 11-year old can deal with a Minister, even if it is an incompetent one.

I sat down and helped myself to the sweats, wow, I need to get some of these, they are delicious.

"Never had someone who can appreciate sweets like me," said Dumbledore while sitting down as well.

Before he could say anything else, I took out 5 potions from my belongings and gave it to Dumbledore.

"Professor, Fawkes told me that something has been wrong with you recently, and from what I have seen this far in Hogwarts, I think these should help you," I said sliding them towards him.

He just looked at the potions, with no visible expression.

Fawkes then flew over, and sat on his shoulder.

"A Phoenix should be able to sense bad intention Headmaster, if Fawkes senses it shouldn't he warn you?" I can manipulate my aura to show no bad intentions, but I didn't need to, cause I really want to help Dumbledore, he has done questionable things, but I don't think he is fully lost.

He still didn't take the potions, and asked," what do your think is wrong with me Mr. Markus, and why do you think that is so?"

"Headmaster the main thing was regarding the troll incident yesterday. I am sure if you were careful enough, you could use the wards to check if there were any students not in the Great hall, or even the portraits, but you didn't. Also, when the troll was spotted in the Dungeons, you sent everybody back to the dungeons, and the Slytherin common room is right there. Lastly I think hiring a D.A.D.A teacher who runs away from what we are supposed to defeat, was an unwise decision."

I think Dumbledore knows about Quirrel being Voldemort, but hired him anyway, so if he ignores that part I won't really push it.

Dumbledore sighed, seemed like he also didn't think all the stuff he has been doing through.

"And what are these potions and. Markus, how are they supposed to help me." He asked, in a tired tone.

"They will help boast your mental thinking capabilities and everything related to your mind sir. But these potions will only help for a year or two, you will need to buy more if you want them, they will be out in the stores next year."

This was my way of pressuring him to help me to pressure Fudge more.

He just smiled and said," Thank you then Mr. Markus."

Dumbledore turned to Fawkes and said while rubbing his chin, to which the Phoenix started chirping happily, " Thank you, my old friend."