Chapter 371 weasley our king

British Ministry of Magic building, highest point.

Rainy, thunder night.

“How’s Rita?” Fudge tore off his long black cloak with great effort and handed it to the subordinate beside him. He kicked the purple pointed boots, and frowned as he felt the wetness on his feet.

“Still in a coma.”

Fudge frowned and looked at the old Auror Ronaldo, “She is Animagus, and she is such a small beetle, I hope you will notice this.

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