"Well, if it's all right, I think we'll have to go back to the ministry first, Dumbledore. 35xs”

Forced to laugh, Fudge waved goodbye to Dumbledore.

With that, he gave Scrimgeour a look, and the latter ordered the Aurors present to use their wands to control Voldemort's body floating in mid-air.

"Wait, I want to say something. ”

A hoarse, muffled voice rang out, and Fudge, who was about to turn away, shuddered.

From just now to now, Voldemort didn't say a word, he even thought that Dumbledore used some means to make him not say a word, but he didn't expect Voldemort to just don't want to say it at all.

The Aurors stopped, and some even looked at each other curiously, all wondering what the strongest dark wizard in the world was trying to say.

Under the confinement of magic, Voldemort could only barely turn around, and his gaze passed through the crowd and rested on Carl, who was standing at the innermost part of the office.

Stared at him for a long time.

In a matter of moments, Carl was ready for everything, and he wouldn't be surprised if Voldemort directly said about the relationship between the two.

However, Voldemort did not do this.

"Karl, you're doing well," Voldemort whispered, his voice like a whisper.

"Good. ”

With that, he turned his head away and stopped looking at him.

Everyone present was a little puzzled, but Fudge seemed to understand something.

His eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it.

In fact, from the beginning, he wondered why Carl was in Dumbledore's Headmaster's office. 35xs

It is said that as a student, no matter how good he is, Voldemort's arrest has nothing to do with him as a major event related to the future of the wizarding world.

How could Dumbledore call him?

In a trance, combined with Voldemort's words, Fudge thought of a possibility and couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

He looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, as if he wanted confirmation from the old man.

"Dumbledore, is it Carl?"

"It's just as you think, Connelly. Dumbledore nodded at Fudge.

"It was Carl's help that made it so easy for us to discover that Voldemort was lurking among us, and it was because of him that we were able to keep Voldemort under control without causing any substantial damage. ”

At this moment, not only Fudge, but everyone present was shocked.

Rufus Scrimgeour and Amelia Bones looked at each other, both of them looking at each other's eyes in horror.

Professor McGonagall looked at her in disbelief.

"Dumbledore, is this true?

"As you heard, Minerva. Dumbledore looked at her calmly.

"It's really"

Professor McGonagall looked at Carl and then at Dumbledore, as if she didn't know what to say.

Snape's eyes flickered, and although he couldn't tell what he was thinking, he could tell that he wasn't at peace.

Here, Fudge looked thoughtfully at Karl, as if to say something, but Scrimgeour walked over and whispered something in his ear.

"We have to go, Minister, and we can't leave him exposed for too long. ”

With that, he pointed at Voldemort.

Fudge came back to his senses and nodded.

Right now, it's important to get this hot potato in Azkaban as soon as possible.

So, he turned to Dumbledore and said, "We have to go, Dumbledore." ”

Dumbledore nodded, looking at Fudge with a serious expression, "Connelly, I hope that news will appear in the Daily Prophet on time tomorrow morning." ”

The smile on Fudge's face froze for a moment, but he immediately hid it, but it seemed to strengthen his resolve somewhat.

"Of course, Dumbledore. He said.

With that, he gestured to Dumbledore, then waved his hand, signaling for the Ministry of Magic to go first.

He didn't leave immediately, but when everyone rushed out, and only he was the only one left, he suddenly stopped at the door, as if he suddenly remembered something, and turned back to Karl, who was standing in the innermost part, and said.

"By the way, Carl!" said Fudge.

Karl looked up at Fudge.

"I want you to send me. ”

With that, he winked at him meaningfully.

Karl looked up at Fudge, thought for a moment, glanced at Dumbledore and Grindelwald vaguely, saw that the two of them had indifferent expressions, sighed secretly, and nodded.

Carl and Fudge walked side by side in the empty hallway on the eighth floor.

"Carl, Dumbledore said it was up to you to get that man caught. ”

Fudge said nonchalantly, trying his best to make his voice sound like two good friends chatting.

"And not all," Carl shook his head, "I-"

Fudge shook his head, not letting him say more.

Obviously, that's not where his focus is.

"Karl, have you noticed that Dumbledore is a bit of an old fool - let that man lurk at Hogwarts for almost half a year and not even notice at all? ”

Karl was noncommittal and looked at Fudge to hear what the latter was trying to say.

Seeing this, Fudge sighed, apparently, he misunderstood Carl's reaction and thought he had acquiesced.

"Honestly, Carl, I'm optimistic about you. ”

Fudge looked at Carl with burning eyes.

"Dumbledore is old, Karl, and in a few years he will have to step down from his position as Headmaster of Hogwarts. ”

"I think you're almost going to graduate by then—"

"I hope you can take his place!"

Carl looked stunned, his mouth opened slightly, and he didn't react for a long time.

"But Minister, I-"

"I understand. ”

Fudge smiled understandingly, patted Carl on the shoulder, and finished the conversation for him.

"Even if you graduate by then, you'll only be seventeen or eighteen years old, and you won't have the qualifications to take over this position, right?"

"Don't worry, Carl, I'll give you my full back. ”

"And even now—" Fudge smiled meaningfully, "do you think a man who has captured the mystery with his own hands can match Dumbledore's reputation for defeating Gellert Grindelwald?"

"Besides, you're much younger than Dumbledore was back then, and Dumbledore hadn't done anything like you did at your age!" Fudge added with a smile.

Secretly, he quietly held his wand in his hand.

Karl 'apparently' didn't know anything about it.

He seemed to be convinced, and his face had an expression of the death of a confidant.

"Minister, what can I do for you?"

Seeing this, Fudge laughed happily.

But the wand hidden in the sleeve did not put down.

"Carl, you're a smart man. Fudge said.

"The only thing I need you to do is to report back to me on Dumbledore's situation in due course. ”

With that, a drop of cold sweat ran down Fudge's forehead.

He stared nervously at Karl, the wand in his hand almost snapped by his exertion.

"But, Minister," Karl looked at Fudge hesitantly.

This reaction immediately relieved Fudge, and his wand, which was almost deformed, couldn't help but let go a little.

"Dumbledore is old, Carl, I won't be back in the second line in a few years, the future is the world of you young people, I hope that in the near future, the leader is you!"

"I'm optimistic about you. ”