Harry's words were like dropping a depth charge in the calm black lake, and the atmosphere in the headmaster's room became agitated.

Dumbledore frowned, staring at Harry without speaking.

Fudge's face was almost distorted, and his angry remarks interrupted Harry's words. "! You could never have seen him, you must be lying! ”

"I didn't, sir......" Harry was eager to plead, but before he could say a word, he was interrupted by Umbridge next to him.

"You said you knew the mystery man's plans, Potter?" Umbridge asked.

Harry nodded blankly.

"That's the biggest lie! If, as you say, the mysterious man is still alive and planning a secret plan, then how did you know about it? Umbridge was stern, staring at Harry with viper-like eyes.

"Voldemort said it himself!" Harry replied loudly. "I had a dream in which I turned into a snake and sneaked into a hut where Voldemort was staying and he was talking to Peter Pettigrew......"

Before he could finish, Umbridge laughed mockingly. "A dream?"

"Ah, it looks like things are clear......" Fudge said with a sneering smile on his lips as he turned to look at the Aurors.

"Everybody's heard, right? Mr. Potter intends to tell us that he has had several nightmares these days about a mysterious man trying to murder him, which may have frightened him so much that he had to sneak into the headmaster's office in the middle of the night to seek comfort......"

Hearing this, several Aurors laughed one after another, and the solemn atmosphere in the headmaster's room was swept away.

"This is not the first time, Mr. Minister! I dreamed of him last time too, he wanted to send someone to catch me, and Barty Crouch Jr. threw my name in the Goblet of Fire! Harry stammered to defend himself.

Fudge didn't even pay attention to what Harry was saying, and scolded impatiently. "Listen, boy! This is not a place to play, and I don't have that much time to listen to your ridiculous dreams, and the Ministry of Magic has more important things to attend to......"

"And ...... Albus, I think you might need some rest lately so that your mind doesn't get clear, and I can't believe you're going to live up to a child's nightmare! Fudge looked at Dumbledore and said dissatisfied.

"Sometimes dreams also bring some signs...... Connelly! Dumbledore's expression was still calm, but there was an indescribable power in the gaze that looked at Fudge, which made his every word deeply etched in everyone's minds.

"Otherwise, how would you explain the Dark Mark raised in this year's Quidditch Cup? Peter Pettigrew's escape is also a very clear sign!

The fact is that Voldemort has the help of Pettigrew, he has become stronger, and he is planning to become even stronger! ”

"Enough, don't talk to me about this!" Fudge snapped Dumbledore's words, his face turning purple, and a wave of anger came out of his heart.

"Do you still want to tell me that this kid has the gift of a prophet? And Peter Pettigrew is dead, the Dementors killed him, right in front of me, and I know all this better than you do! The Dark Mark that day was just an accident, the Aurors had already received some news that sooner or later they would catch the troublemakers! ”

Fudge retorted Dumbledore's every word in the sharpest of terms.

He couldn't understand why Dumbledore wanted to stir up panic in everyone, the wizarding world was very peaceful now, the Dark Lord was raging more than ten years ago, and those extreme Death Eaters were also imprisoned in Azkaban.

And he has worked hard to maintain this peaceful scene all these years as Minister of Magic, and has put countless efforts into it!

Fudge even suspected that Dumbledore was deliberately trying to create a crisis, after all, everyone knew that he was the only person the Dark Lord feared, so that Dumbledore could take the opportunity to raise his voice and get himself down as Minister of Magic.

The atmosphere in the Headmaster's room was so deadlocked that no Dumbledore's words could shake Fudge's faith.

Ivan, who was watching from the sidelines, shook his head secretly, he knew very well that unless Voldemort was resurrected in front of them now, it would be impossible for Fudge to accept the reality, but he would stubbornly feel that this was all a political trick played by Dumbledore, in order to compete with himself for power.

After a fruitless discussion, Fudge angrily threw his sleeves away, but just then, there was another sound of footsteps outside the door.

"It's supposed to be Barty!" Dumbledore turned his head to look at the doorway, guessing.

Fudge's pace stopped.

Just as Dumbledore had expected, Crouch quickly walked in through the doorway, Moody following him with a cane.

After entering, Moody's blue MAGIC Eye swept around the Headmaster's room, noticing the expressions on Fudge and Dumbledore's faces, and grinned and spoke.

"Looks like you didn't have a good conversation?"

"Connelly doesn't agree with me......" Dumbledore replied, raising an eyebrow.

"How do you want me to trust you, Albus?" Fudge said angrily, "The Ministry of Magic is a place for evidence, and you can't expect me to tell the Aurors, Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world, that they had to spend time and effort looking for the mysterious man who has been dead for more than ten years!" ”

"More than that, a lot of evidence has been laid out in front of you, Connelly! It's just that you insist on not believing it! Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"Evidence? Where is it? Why didn't I see it? Fudge sneered, then turned his gaze back to the ground.

"Or are you referring to this charred corpse with an unclear face? No one can prove that he is Barty Crouch Jr.! ”

"I can prove it!" Crouch, who had been silent for a long time, took a few steps closer, and he was also looking at the corpse covered with a white cloth, with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Cornelius! He is my son, I can't be mistaken, and there is no need to lie to you...... Also, I think you should listen to Albus's advice, and if there's something you don't understand, I'll be happy to answer for you......"

"No, I don't think so! You're arrested now, Barty! Fudge said coldly, waving his hand, and Umbridge immediately led the men to surround him.