When Fudge emerged from Hogsmeade's Floo network, Dumbledore was the first to get the news. Sirius' escape from Azkaban wasn't really going to be handed over to the Dementors, and he had always been puzzled by Sirius' betrayal of the Potters, especially since he had seen the name on the magical map of Hogwarts last year.

Fudge saw Dumbledore standing at the school gate to greet him suppress the anger in his chest, and a warm smile appeared on his face.

"I'm sorry to bother you at this late hour, Albus."

Dumbledore smiled, there were still a few students in the hallway occasionally, so none of them said anything about the Dementors until they walked into the Headmaster's office.

"Albus, you've overdone this." Fudge said with a look of concern for him.

"You banished the Dementors, what about the fugitives from Azkaban. If he gets into school, it will be even more difficult. ”

"I trust the professors in the school." Dumbledore conjured two cups of hot tea and smiled.

"Hogwarts is too big for the classrooms to be completely defended."

"Isn't that still me?"

Dumbledore's disapproving tone provoked Fudge to hold on to his expression just now.

"If you see it for a while, will you still watch it for a lifetime?"

The smile on Dumbledore's face retracted.

"The fugitives in Azkaban are the fault of the Dementors, and they should be in the hunt instead of hoping that the prisoners will fall into the trap."

"And," Dumbledore looked coldly out the window.

"I agreed to your order, didn't stop the Dementors from surrounding Hogwarts, and suspended all school extracurricular activities, but you should already know the results. If it weren't for Severus, Mr. Will's result I think you know better than I do. ”

"It was an accident, it was him first—" Fudge's words of defense were interrupted by Dumbledore's gaze.

"You mean Magos was wrong to stop the Dementors from attacking the students?"

"That's not what I meant." Fudge tried to explain, but his mouth opened for a moment, but he couldn't find a way to explain it for the Dementors, and scolded them with hatred in his heart.

"But your actions are still too hasty, at least you should have informed me of this first, instead of everyone now knowing."

"I didn't expect Mr. Will to wake up just in time for his friends to visit him, and it was too late for me to know he told his friends everything." Dumbledore said he couldn't help it.

Fudge looked at Dumbledore with an innocent face and wanted to take out his wand and teach him a hard lesson, but when he thought of the gap between them, he was stunned.

"Then you issue a declaration that you will no longer expel the Dementors." After Fudge finished speaking, he was thinking about how to minimize the impact of this matter, and he didn't expect Dumbledore to refuse.

"Nope."

"Okay, then you're... What the? Fudge looked at Dumbledore stunned, a little suspicious that he had misheard.

"I have to be accountable to my students." Dumbledore said lightly.

"Then you disobey the orders of the Ministry of Magic?" Fudge's voice was a little distorted.

Dumbledore shook his head, "It's not up to the Ministry of Magic to decide now. ”

Fudge looked at Dumbledore dismissively,

"Is there any organization above the Ministry of Magic?"

"It's been known to the whole school." Dumbledore said in a heavy voice.

"So what, are those young wizards who haven't grown up yet want to stop the Ministry of Magic's orders?"

Fudge's brow furrowed as he spoke, and then his face turned blue.

"You didn't stop the owls from entering and leaving Hogwarts?"

"Thousands of owls, you can't stop them." The understatement turned Fudge's face from blue to green.

"Dumbledore." Fudge roared.

"Are you determined to go against the Ministry of Magic?"

"It's not that I'm against the Ministry of Magic, it's that some of the Ministry's initiatives I really can't understand."

There was no point in staying and arguing with Dumbledore any longer, he knew that within a few hours the Ministry of Magic would be receiving a barrage of complaints and yelling letters, and now he needed to hurry back to the Ministry of Magic to appease the parents who were worried about their children, and try to let them know that the prisoners who escaped from Azkaban were more dangerous than the Dementors.

Fudge leaves, and Dumbledore opens the Floo network to the Ministry of Magic. He knew that he would face a punishment from the Ministry of Magic, and that it would only be a matter of time before the Ministry of Magic would use its authority to convince the parents of those children.

"Fudge thinks I'm going to shake his position as Minister of Magic." Dumbledore shook his head, he didn't have much to say about his former friend, if he really wanted to sit in that position, he would have to wait until now?

McGoth spent some time in the common room before going to the school hospital, fearing that Madam Pomfrey would not let him leave the hospital if it was too late.

When he was about to arrive at the school hospital, he found that the twins were looking around, and when he saw him, he hurriedly waved his hand to let him pass.

"You're not afraid of being caught by Filch." Magos said with a smile.

"Can he catch us?" Fred's tone was full of disdain.

"Look at this." George took out his last gloves and shook them proudly.

"Did you really make it?" McGoth looked at the two brothers in front of him in surprise, this hands-on ability is a bit strong.

"You try."

As a result, the gloves were put on, and McGoth casually said into the air that our cause is righteous, but the gloves did not move. The twins raised their eyebrows proudly.

Then McGoth thought back to his insistence, and then said the same sentence again.

The gloves slammed into the air in front of them with lightning speed.

"That's amazing." McGoth looked at his fist and said in admiration.

The twins were immodest enough to take McGoss's compliment.

"By the way, you said to help me find a way, but I couldn't find it in the blink of an eye."

George smiled slightly awkwardly,

"I'm too excited to forget, but you haven't made a potion yet."

McGoth nodded helplessly, but he had a clue, but he didn't seem to be able to do it.

"That's fine, that's our idea." As he spoke, he pointed to the full set.

McGoth looked at the gloves a little confused.

"Something like it." Fred added.

After separating from the twins, McGoth thought about their words, a potion with a similar effect to the Iron Fist of Justice? It seems to be a little interesting, but I don't know if it will be the same as the dream potion, not what he can do now.

Lying in his hospital bed, McGoth couldn't help but think about the chaos that might arise tomorrow, knowing that most of the young wizards' in Hogwarts were not from Muggle 'blood' like the Weasleys or McGoth.

"Tomorrow is going to be very lively."