Erwin said, "Of course, if you are willing to step in and mediate, that would be simply wonderful! I have no objections."
A smile appeared on Fudge's face. Today's events seemed to be going uncharacteristically smoothly.
Naturally, the smoother, the better. Fudge had originally planned that if Erwin refused mediation, he had other methods up his sleeve. In his view, Erwin was just a child. What kind of brains could a kid have? He could twist and knead him however he pleased, couldn't he? After all, he, Cornelius Fudge, was a man who could go toe-to-toe with Dumbledore.
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