There are certainly people as dumb as pigs in the world; after all, out of billions of people, it's inevitable some would be pigs.
Those in the position of a nation's minister aren't all necessarily clever either.
It's often said the world is like a huge amateur troupe; just like how the British can never imagine that the best prime minister after the Cold War turned out to be Jim Hark from a comedy film.
That's how things are these days; finding a reliable politician is virtually impossible.
And Fudge is clearly the typical bug; ambitious yet untalented isn't a word that applies to him.
Why's that?
To be ambitious yet untalented, first you need to have ambition, damn it!
What do you have, Fudge?
Day in and day out, you only think about how to keep your position as Minister of Magic and never about how to bring better changes to the British Magic World. This is beyond just being a regular bug!
Therefore, even someone as tolerant as Dumbledore finds it hard to endure someone like Fudge sitting in the Minister of Magic's position any longer.
But everyone has reached a consensus: Fudge is bound to step down, but if he were to be removed, it must be through a series of legal struggle methods, not by a strongman forcibly taking him down.
After all, the British Magic World has just gone through a turmoil caused by Voldemort not long ago, and in the eyes of the public, Fudge hasn't done anything wrong.
If such a situation were to occur, coupled with Fudge having some loyalists in the Ministry of Magic, forcibly removing him would surely cause further harm to the already shattered British Magic World.
After finishing a small meeting in the Headmaster's Office, Harry returned to the Gryffindor Common Room.
Vivi also left Hogwarts; she had to return to Vienna to handle merger matters with Hungary — a long-time dream of hers.
"Want to guess a riddle, Harry?"
The voice of the Sphinx sounded, and Harry looked up to see that beautiful face staring at him.
In the middle of the night, honestly, it was quite scary.
That's why the Sphinx handles the day shift while Lady Pang handles the night shift.
"Why are you here? Where's Lady Pang?" Harry asked curiously.
"Lady Pang went on a date with her girlfriend," the Sphinx said with a smile, "I still don't quite understand you humans; emotions are so... beyond my comprehension."
"You'll get used to it once you've seen enough," Harry said, chuckling. "Didn't I already guess a riddle tonight? Why do I have to guess another?"
"That was inside the maze, and your desire wasn't to enter the common room but to get the Triwizard Tournament trophy." The Sphinx said with a cunning wink.
"Alright then." Harry shrugged, "What else can I say? Go ahead with the riddle."
The Sphinx cleared her throat.
"What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?"
"River," Harry replied quickly.
"Congratulations, you may enter the common room."
The Sphinx jumped aside, clearing a path.
Inside the Gryffindor Common Room, the students were still waiting for Harry.
Seeing him walk in, everyone cheered.
"Welcome the champion home!" shouted the Weasley Twins, setting off a display of Feiliba Fireworks.
These are magic fireworks in the Magic World, so setting them off in the dormitory is no issue.
If it were Muggle fireworks, the entire Hogwarts Castle probably would've been set ablaze by the twins.
Everyone gathered around, encircling Harry and bringing him to the table, seating him in the most forward position.
"Tonight is a night of revelry!" Angelina Johnson shouted, "We've already decided; tonight, the entire Gryffindor won't sleep!"
"And Hufflepuff!" Cedric shouted loudly.
"And Ravenclaw!" Luna's ethereal voice rang out.
"Of course, and Slytherin!" Draco said with a proud, cocky expression.
"Cheers!" they shouted in unison, raising their Butter Beer glasses, revealing happy smiles.
After drinking the Butter Beer in their cups, the twins shouted together, "Shall we sing the Hogwarts school song? How about it? Let's all agree on a tune..."
"Funeral march?" Ron recalled the whimsical tune the twins sang in their first year, his face turning beetroot purple.
By Merlin's beard, he didn't want to sing along with his twin brothers!
"That's not a good idea at all, Ron!" Fred chuckled, "I think on such a festive day, using that tune would really ruin the mood — why not use a happier one, like the wedding march, how about it?"
"It's not entirely impossible..." Ron smiled broadly, "But still, it doesn't quite fit the style."
"Then 'We Are the Champions' it is." Justin Finchley suggested, "You know, 'We Are the Champions' by Queen, everyone's heard of that, right?"
It must be admitted, Queen's fame is indeed widespread.
This song, composed in 1977, even the wizards have heard of it.
"Of course!" everyone shouted together, "This song couldn't be more fitting! How about we sing this instead, let's skip the school song!"
This suggestion received unanimous approval from everyone.