"What's wrong, Dumbledore?"

Fudge's purple pointy boots "kicked" the ground, and his long black cloak fluttered behind him, and he strode in with a displeased face, blushing like a balloon that had been blown up.

"You used a truth potion on a house-elf? Although he is the property of Hogwarts, I have to say, Dumbledore, the use of truth potion in any case requires the approval of the Ministry of Magic-"

He walked straight up to Dumbledore, and although the difference in height was noticeable, Fudge still tried to tilt his head back to make himself look taller.

"Although...... You know I'm behind you, Dumbledore...... But you have to tell me that I'm the Ministry of Magic/zhang, and I have the right to know anything here-"

"I was about to tell you all this, Connelly."

Dumbledore said calmly, and as soon as he spoke, Fudge closed his mouth and said nothing, but stole his eyes at Harry, who was sitting behind.

"Moody, who used to teach at school, was Barty Jr.? Crouch pretended to be a Death Eater through and through, who had been working for Voldemort. ”

"Ahh

Fudge's expression was panicked, and he hurriedly withdrew his gaze from Harry and looked at Dumbledore, slightly distracted

"Little, little Barty? Crouch? Isn't he already dead? Well, I believe you- Dumbledore, maybe you really asked something from that house-elf, and I need you to write a report to the Ministry of Magic, so we can draw conclusions about this matter? ”

He took a deep breath, his expression finally relaxed, and spread his hands, trying to make fun of the way he was best at adjusting the atmosphere

"So, it's the Death Eaters who are causing some mess in our Triwizard Tournament, right? Don't worry, I'll give the Dementors an order tomorrow to get this damn creature back to Azkaban, and everything will be back to normal, and everything will be under the control of the Ministry of Magic-"

"Barty Jr. has made his plan, he has succeeded in his plan to make Voldemort's comeback, and Voldemort has recovered his flesh/shen."

Dumbledore's words poured cold water on Fudge's head, and Harry watched Fudge languid in a visible posture, staring at a pair of cloudy gray eyeballs, and his mouth grew in panic

"You...... What did you say...... Mystery Man...... Coming back? No kidding, Dumbledore......"

"I'm sorry, Connelly—"

Dumbledore stared at Fudge with his penetrating eyes, but Fudge's gaze was dodging everywhere, as if there was nowhere to put his gaze in the huge Headmaster's office, and he subconsciously took a few steps back to keep himself away from Dumbledore, as if the Headmaster of Hogwarts was going to do some demagogic sorcery on him.

"It can't be...... Dumbledore, you ...... How can you say such nonsense, everything tonight is clearly the work of the Death Eaters...... They...... They're just a bunch of crazy people, just like in the World Cup, when they see the Ministry of Magic in a mess, they secretly laugh......"

Fudge's words were hesitant, and Harry looked at his swaying body, worried for him that he would lose his footing and fall headlong.

"But...... Why, the mystery man is back this kind of joke, but it's too much, Dumbledore, how can you be like a child-"

"I saw with my own eyes, Wormtail brought Voldemort back to life with my blood, his flesh, and Voldemort's father's bones, and I saw with my own eyes—"

Harry couldn't help but cry out, his heart was somehow filled with anger, Fudge's performance seemed to be a total denial of the pain he had suffered tonight, which made Harry feel unspeakably aggrieved.

"Oh dear, Dumbledore—that's what you are, take the word of a little kid, don't you? You took Harry Potter's words as they were, didn't you? ”

As if offended, Fudge's face turned red again, his short body seemed to be inflated, one hand was straddled on his waist, the other hand trembled, pointed at Harry, and said quickly:

"You've always had such paranoid trust in Harry Potter, and as far as I know, you've been hiding a lot about him, aren't you? He's a parseltongue, right? There is a strange way of behaving and behaving—"

Sirius leapt out from in front of Harry, barking fiercely at Fudge, the hairs on his neck standing on end, and his fangs baring in a terrifying cold light.

"Scared—"

Fudge took a big step back in fright, cold sweat seemed to be oozing from his forehead, and Harry could see that this Ministry of Magic/Zhang really didn't want to stay in this room for a moment.

"Listen to me, Connelly—"

Dumbledore took a step forward, as if radiating an indescribable power, a power that made people want to obey, admire, subconsciously obey him, not magic, but a thousand times deeper, Fudge seemed to be very frightened and followed back five or six steps in a row, and was almost to the edge of the oak door.

"Don't say it, Dumbledore, it's time for you to stop joking, it's not funny at all, when will the Headmaster of Hogwarts be going to listen to a crazy kid's instructions, just because...... Just because he's the boy who won't die? ”

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

"Enough, enough, Dumbledore—I don't want to hear that from you anymore-"

Fudge tried to cover his ears with his hands, shaking his head and his terrified eyes roaming back and forth between Dumbledore and Harry, as if he had decided that the two men were crazy.

"Connelly, you know, the Dementors are Voldemort's most natural allies, and Voldemort is able to give them so much more power and pleasure than you can! Once Voldemort has the support of the Dementors, his former friends will return to him, and it will be difficult to stop him from returning to the same power he had thirteen years ago! ”

The argument seemed to alarm the people waiting outside the door, and the oak door was pushed open, and Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron, and Hermione rushed in, watching in a panic at what was happening in front of them, not knowing what was happening.

"Ridiculous ......"

Fudge glanced back at Mrs. Weasley and the others who rushed in, and continued to retreat step by step.

"Connelly, recognize the reality, Voldemort is back, if you don't take action, the whole wizarding world will fall apart, Voldemort will get a second chance, destroy this world that we have worked so hard to rebuild, and you will be nailed to the pillar of shame of history for standing idly by."

When Dumbledore said this, Mrs. Weasley and Bill let out an exclamation, and suddenly heard the news of Voldemort's return, which shocked their hearts, and the worried eyes of Ron and Hermione fell on Harry, who was still sitting in the chair behind Dumbledore.

"I won't listen to you continue, the ministry will discuss this matter in detail and give a final solution and conclusion......

As if paralyzing himself, Fudge muttered to himself, as Bill and Mrs. Weasley turned sideways to make way for him to retreat to the door.

"If you do this, Connelly," said Dumbledore, "we will have to go our separate ways, you do what you see fit, and I—do what I will." ”

Fudge's shoulders trembled, as if he was completely furious because of Dumbledore's words, and the suppressed power in his short body finally exploded, and he screamed, waved a finger, and shouted threateningly:

"Good, good—Dumbledore! All right! His voice changed, it became sharp and thin, and his rapid tone was mixed with heavy breathing, and it sounded a little less like a human voice.

"Parting ways? Well, Dumbledore, it seems that you don't care about all the respect I have for you, you don't care about it at all...... Kindness! Have you forgotten who gave you so much freedom to run this school? Think about it! Who will allow you to hire a werewolf and keep Hagrid? But you- you've decided to fight me now! ”

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

Fudge seemed to have exhausted all his anger in a matter of seconds, when he was like a deflated ball, limp, his little feet almost unsteady, swaying back and forth, putting his bowler hat back on his head, straightening upright, looking at Dumbledore expectantly, and said:

"He's not coming back, Dumbledore...... Impossible ...... come back"

"Recognize the reality, Connelly, it's not too late, remove the Dementors, and then send someone to deliver a message to the giants, and before Voldemort can do anything, draw them to our side first, and there is still room for redemption—"

The last trace of pleading flame in Fudge's eyes was extinguished, and he shook his head as if he had lost his soul, muttering, "Impossible, there's no way he'll come back—"

Ignoring Dumbledore, he stepped forward, dropped a bag of gold coins on the desk behind Harry, ignored Sirius' bared teeth at him, and sleepwalked back and forth in the Headmaster's office, then returned to the door of the oak door, and whispered without looking back:

"Dumbledore, I don't know what you and your people are up to, but I've heard enough, I don't want to say anything more, I'll contact you again tomorrow to discuss how this school is run, and now, I have to go back to the Ministry of Magic."

With that, he walked out of the headmaster's office, the oak door slammed shut, and he could hear the sound of rapid footsteps behind the door "stomping" purple pointy boots on the ground, as if Fudge was desperately trying to escape from here, just as he had come.

There was silence in the office, and after a moment's hesitation, Mrs. Weasley finally asked:

"Dumbledore—what you just said is true?" Her face was pale, and her lips were bloodless.

"Yes, Molly, if I'm not mistaken, I think I can count on you and Arthur, right?"

"Of course no problem!" Mrs. Weasley's face was bloodless, but she replied firmly

"Great, we're going to send a letter to Arthur, and the Ministry of Magic has some people who aren't as short-sighted as Connelly, and we're going to let everyone know if they can be persuaded by us."

……

Harry watched Dumbledore methodically give orders, and a sense of tension about the impending war began to creep through his body, Voldemort returned, but Fudge was still running away, he had never liked this happy guy before, even though he seemed to care very much about himself.

Harry didn't know what the future would hold, he just felt his eyelids start fighting, he almost couldn't help but fall asleep, he was so tired, tiredness hit his brain like a wave.

He heard Dumbledore say something like, "Know each other's true colors—" and then Snape's shouts, and Mrs. Weasley's screams, a large hand rubbing his hair, and Harry opened his eyes to see the Godfather standing in front of him, and he didn't know when he had changed back to being a wizard.

"Harry, it's time for you to go get some rest."

"No, I'm not tired—"

Ron and Hermione both appeared in front of him, and the two men supported him

"Go get some sleep, Harry, you need to rest—"

"Leave it to Professor Dumbledore here."

"No, I'm going to stay until the end—"

Harry cheered up, he was going to stay here, he had been here for so long, he was going to make sure that Dumbledore had nothing to ask himself, that everything was in order, and then he was leaving, he was going to do it, because he knew that everything was going to be different from today.

"Sirius, I want you to see Remus at once? Lupin, Arabella? Feige, Emmeline? Vance, you hide in Lupin's place for the time being, and I'll get in touch with you there. ”

Dumbledore also seemed intent on keeping Harry here to listen, Harry looked at his godfather, he really wanted Sirius to stay with him, he really needed his godfather right now.

"I promise, Harry, I'll see you again soon—" Sirius rubbed Harry's hair, then turned into a black dog, picked up the oak door, and slipped out of the office.

"Severus," Dumbledore turned to Snape and said, "You know what I'm going to tell you to do, if you're okay...... If you're ready......"

"No problem," Snape said, his eyes glinting with a cold, eerie light

"But before I do that, I want to do one thing first...... About the guy we mentioned earlier......"

Dumbledore frowned

"Don't act rashly, Severus, we can't be sure ...... yet"

Snape's throat stirred up and down a few times, and said coldly, "Don't worry, I just wanted to ask him something." ”

****

At the same time, in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, Karkaroff was panting, he didn't know how long he had been running, his right arm was still very hot, that mark, he was terrified, he had a feeling of cornered, nowhere to escape.

It seemed as if a few Death Eaters would rush out at any moment and kill him with a Death Reminder Charm.

"Headmaster Karkaroff—" Just then, a boy's voice came from behind him, and he jerked his wand up and turned his head.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, I'm just here to deliver a letter to you—"

The boy was startled, his expression was a little panicked, and Karkaroff breathed a sigh of relief, he remembered that it seemed to be a student of Hogwarts, a child of the Malfoy family, and he had some friendship with Lucius, so he was still a little impressed.