"Minister Millicent, I'm glad to see you're still so radiant."
Minister's Office, Ministry of Magic, this is the first time Murphy has come to this place.
"Mr. Murphy Darkholme?" Millicent Bagno looked at the young man in front of him, "I don't remember us ever meeting before."
If I had met such a handsome guy, I would have a good impression of him.
"Ah, I worked briefly at the Pest Advisory Office for a while and saw you a few times from a distance, but I was just a clerk at the time, so you naturally wouldn't notice me."
When Millicent heard that he was an employee who had worked at the Ministry of Magic, his attitude softened a lot. After all, he was once one of their own, which was much better than a stranger who came out of nowhere.
"I heard from Umbridge that you have an important matter that needs my approval? She has come to me several times in a row. Tell me, what is it?"
It is not easy to meet the Minister of Magic directly, so Murphy found the pink toad Umbridge and persuaded her to introduce him to the Minister through sufficient money offensive - about 600 gold Galleons.
Murphy would not waste the meeting opportunity bought with 600 Galleons. He immediately proposed a topic that would definitely attract Millicent,
"In fact, I understand that the financial situation of the Ministry is relatively tight now. It happens that I have inherited a legacy recently. Thinking of the care and support I received from you and other supervisors in the Ministry at that time, I feel that I have an obligation to share some of the pressure for the Ministry."
Millison was attracted at once, "You mean..."
"Yes, I plan to donate 50,000 Galleons to the Ministry. To solve the recent financial difficulties of the Ministry."
"50,000 Galleons!"
Millison was so excited that she almost stood up.
Great!
Recently, the financial problems of the Ministry have really made her anxious. On the one hand, after many people from several pure-blood families were arrested and sent to Azkaban, their support for the Ministry and the families associated with them has become less and less year by year.
On the other hand, various magical disasters have frequently occurred in various places in the past two years, causing the expenditure figures to continue to rise.
Now, the Ministry is so poor that it can't even pay salaries for two or three months in arrears.
Millison has been under a lot of pressure recently.
Especially considering that next year is the year of the general election, the pressure is beyond words.
After all, who would choose someone who can't even pay salaries as a minister?
Now, with these 50,000 Galleons, it is enough for her to deal with the complaints that are about to boil in the Ministry recently.
"Thank you very much! Mr. Murphy! You are such a generous gentleman!"
"This is what I should do, Minister." Murphy said modestly, "In fact, I also plan to provide a sum of money to the Ministry every year in the future to support the Ministry's cause. The Ministry of Magic has been silently contributing to the wizards of the whole UK. If it weren't for your hard work, where would we have a happy and peaceful life?"
"This, this is really..."
Millison was almost moved, what a good person!
She didn't know how many slanders she had heard, saying that the Ministry of Magic abused its power and that the Minister was just sitting there doing nothing, but look at this gentleman, how righteous he is! Not only did he recognize our values, but he also provided substantial help!
If all the wizards in the UK knew how to be grateful like this gentleman, what else could not be done?
Why should we worry that the British wizards can't lead the world again?
"You are really insightful!" Millicent praised, "We all remember your help to the Ministry of Magic!"
"No need to do that, it's just the duty of an ordinary citizen." Murphy still answered very modestly, without taking credit for it.
"However, there may be a little trouble to donate this money."
"What's the problem?" Millicent asked.
It's about 50,000 Galleons, about long-term donations in the future, and more importantly, about his re-election next year. Millicent has to take it seriously.
"I mentioned to you just now that I just got a legacy recently. In fact, I was just a poor boy not long ago. Although I saw the difficulties of the Ministry, I was willing but unable to help. I really couldn't help."
Murphy began his story.
"But about a month ago, my mother's grandfather, Sir Ansa, who settled in France, passed away and gave all his property and a mine to my mother and me."
"It was with this money that I decided to put my long-standing idea into practice and prepare to do something for the ministry."
"But, because my great-grandfather did not trust goblins during his lifetime, most of his property was stored in the form of gold, which made my inheritance very troublesome. I had to open another account and exchange gold for Galleons at an extremely unfair ratio in order to legally own those properties."
"However, even so, the greedy goblins were unwilling to let me get them smoothly. Not long ago, they sent a notice to freeze my account without authorization and claimed that they would no longer provide services to me until I could prove the source of my funds."
"In fact, they slandered that my money was stolen from their vaults, or from Muggles, and Bogorod wanted to swallow my money!"
"What? This..." Millicent looked at Murphy in surprise, evaluating the authenticity of the other party's words.
"Minister Millicent, I beg you to help me. If you can get my assets back, in addition to the donation to the ministry, I am willing to give you an extra 10,000 Galleons as a personal thank you."
"This... is not good."
Ten thousand Galleons is not a lot, not even as much as her annual salary. But it is not a small amount, enough to make her feel happy.
"This is a small thank you to a friend. Can't I express my gratitude for your help? How can there be such a reason in the world?!"
Murphy was righteous and sincere, as if he was not bribing, but martyring.
"This..." Millicent was still a little hesitant, the goblins in Gringotts were not easy to deal with.
"Of course, if it is really difficult, I don't want to embarrass you. But in that case, I may have to move to France to settle down, and those donations can only be left to the French Ministry of Magic..."
What? Give the money to the French? !
No, absolutely not!
"No, how can we let a gentleman like you live in exile! Don't worry about this matter, I will send a ministerial order to Gringotts to help you explain the source of funds. Within two days, you will definitely get your property!"
Fuck Gringotts!
If we don't help this generous gentleman, do we have to help those greedy goblins?
Gringotts has never donated money to the Ministry of Magic!
After they freeze Murphy's vault, they will put all the gold coins into their own pockets without leaving a penny for the Ministry of Magic!
"But Bogorod..."
"That greedy goblin dared to do such a despicable evil, I will let the Aurors arrest him!"
"Really? Thank you so much!" Murphy said, taking out a bag from his pocket and handing it to Millicent, "It's a small gift, not a respect, but I hope you will accept it."
When Murphy left the office, Millicent opened the traceless stretch bag and took a look.
Wow, a thousand Galleons!
Millicent couldn't help but feel more favorable towards Murphy.
"Murphy Darkholme, what a kind gentleman!"
...
After dealing with the Minister, Murphy visited several Ministry of Magic officials in the next two days, most of whom were permanent judges of the Wizengamot, the kind who could influence the verdict.
After a round, Murphy found Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office.
"Director Scrimgeour, I want to report Lucius Malfoy."
The old lion frowned and looked serious, "Murphy? What do you want to report?"
"I want to report that Lucius Malfoy is a Death Eater! He is carrying out the plan to resurrect Voldemort!"
(End of this chapter)