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"Do you think I'll believe you, Dumbledore, if you're here to tell me this ridiculous news. ”

"Minister, I'm afraid you have to accept this fact. ”

Fudge rubbed his face irritably, "Okay, okay, the man who can't even name has a body, regained his mana, and even before that, he sent his loyal men to infiltrate Hogwarts, kidnap Harry Potter, and even make the trophy into a portkey, almost killing the champion Jack Silver." ”

"If these things appear in the Daily Prophet tomorrow, I, the Minister of Magic, will have to step down tomorrow, you know? Fudge emphasized.

"But it's already happening, and it's not like we can fool around by pretending to be deaf and dumb, Minister. Dumbledore said in an unmistakable tone, "The public needs to know about these things. ”

"Listen to me, Connelly. Dumbledore said, taking a step towards Fudge, seemingly radiating an indescribable power, "Silver saw with his own eyes that Voldemort had been resurrected. ”

Fudge took half a step back from Dumbledore, but his expression was still stubborn.

"I beg your pardon, Dumbledore, although I don't think the mystery man is dead, it's unheard of to be resurrected so lightly. ”

"Harry Potter is still unconscious, and we'll have more information when he wakes up. ”

"No, no, no, Dumbledore, since Jack Silver was able to bring Miss Delacour and Mr. Potter back alive, he was definitely not facing a living Voldemort. ”

"He's one of the best Hogwarts students ever, and even Voldemort and I are no more than that's our age, so it's no surprise that he escaped alive from the newly resurrected Voldemort!"

"Perhaps this was a misunderstanding, and Silver may have mistaken the remnants of the Death Eaters for mystery men in his panic. It's no surprise that he's still a kid, and the Aurors are hunting down these criminals. Fudge said huffingly.

"You fool!" cried Professor McGonagall, "and is Mr. Crouch's testimony not enough?"

"That's his madness!" Fu Shi also shouted, his face turning purple. No less angry than Professor McGonagall, "Crouch has gone insane, what crazy things he has said! Little Crouch has already died in Azkaban, how can he come back." It seems to me that you are all determined to create a sense of panic and destroy what we have painstakingly built up for the past thirteen years!"

"Voldemort is back," Dumbledore said again. "Fudge, if you accept this fact immediately and take the necessary measures, we may still be able to salvage the situation. The first and most important step is to free Azkaban from the control of the Dementors—"

"Play the harp!" shouted Fudge, "remove the Dementors, I'm going to be kicked out of the office if I bring it up! Half of us are because we know that there are Dementors standing guard in Azkaban. You can sleep well at night!"

"Connelly, if we know that you let Voldemort's most dangerous friends guard the ones who will serve him at the slightest command, then the rest of us won't be able to sleep soundly!" Dumbledore said, "Those guys can't be loyal to you, Fudge! Voldemort can offer them so much more power and pleasure than you can! Voldemort will return to him with the support of the Dementors behind him." At that time, it will be difficult for you to stop him from regaining the same power that he had thirteen years ago!"

Fudge's mouth opened and closed, as if there were no words to express his anger.

"The second measure you must take—and you must do it immediately," Dumbledore said further, "is to send a message to the giants. ”

"Send someone to deliver a message to the giants?" exclaimed Fudge, and suddenly spoke again, "What kind of nonsense is this?"

"Before it's too late, extend a hand of friendship to them," Dumbledore said, "or Voldemort will draw them over." He'd done this before, out of all wizards. Only he can provide them with rights and freedom!"

"You-you must be kidding!" Fudge gasped in surprise, shaking his head as he backslid back from front of Dumbledore, "If the wizarding world learns that I'm in a relationship with giants - people hate giants to the core, Dumbledore - my career will be over-"

"Cornelius. You are so obsessed with your official position that it makes you lose the judgment you deserve. Dumbledore said, his voice rising and one could feel the aura of power that hung around him, and his eyes burned again. "You value the so-called pure wizard bloodline too much! You have always been like this! You have not realized that it is not what a person comes from, what matters is what kind of person he grows up to be! I will sue you now—just listen to my advice and take some measures, and then the Ministry of Magic and the entire wizarding world will always remember you, and will regard you as the bravest and greatest Minister of Magic of all time. If you don't act - history will remember that it was you who stood by and gave Voldemort a second chance to destroy the world we worked so hard to rebuild!"

"Ridiculous," Fudge whispered, continuing to step back, "crazy ......"

"Moody, who has been locked up in a box for a year, might be happy to share his anger with you, Connelly. If you are so obsessed with going your own way, Connelly," said Dumbledore, "we will have to go our separate ways. You do what you see fit. I-I do what I want. ”

There was not the slightest hint of threat in Dumbledore's voice, it sounded like a statement, but Fudge flew into a rage, as if Dumbledore was approaching him with a wand.

"Yes, yes, Dumbledore," he said, waving a finger menacingly, "I've always given you full freedom. I have always had great respect for you. I may not approve of some of your decisions, but I have always remained silent. Not many people will allow you to hire a werewolf, keep Hagrid, or decide what to teach your students without consulting the Ministry of Magic. But if you're going to work against me—"

"The only thing I want to do against," said Dumbledore, "is Voldemort." If you're against him, Connelly, then we're still on the same side. ”

Fudge couldn't seem to think of an answer. His two little feet were unsteady on his feet, and he swayed back and forth for a moment, spinning his bowler top hat with both hands. Finally, he spoke, with a hint of pleading in his voice, "He's not coming back, Dumbledore, he can't ......"

Another voice answered him.

"Nothing is impossible, Minister, Voldemort has indeed returned, possessed body and mana again, and fear is not an incentive for us to deny the truth. ”

Silver walked in through the door of the principal's office, "I'm not dazzled. ”

"The man is back. ”