There was some scary silence around, and everyone looked at Fudge in disbelief.

Fudge still had that strange smile. Before answering, he glanced at Harry again.

"You have to believe the words of the mad killer and a child, what did Duke Voldemort say......?

Fudge glared at Harry again, and Harry understood in an instant.

"You've read the Daily Prophet report about Harry, Mr. Fudge. He said quietly.

Ron, Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, and Bill all jumped.

None of them knew that Harry was awake.

Fudge blushed slightly, but a stubborn look appeared on his face.

"So what?" he said, looking at Dumbledore, "if I find out that you keep something secret about this kid? a Pusselmos, well, always putting on burlesque?——

"I'm sure you mean Harry's pain from his scars?" Dumbledore said coldly.

"You admit his pain?" said Fudge quickly, "Is it a headache? Is it a nightmare? Or maybe it's a hallucination?"

"Listen to me, Connelly," Dumbledore said.

He took a step forward towards Fudge, and once again let out an indescribable force, "Harry is as sane as you and me, and the scar on his forehead doesn't mess his mind. I believe Voldemort had hurt him when he was in close proximity, looking murderous. ”

Fudge took a half-step back, but still stubborn, "You're going to forgive me, Dumbledore, but I've heard of cursed scars as a kind of alarm bell before......"

"I saw Voldemort come back," Harry shouted. He tried to jump out of bed again, but was stopped by Mrs. Weasley. "I saw the ghouls! I can name them, Lucius Malfoy—"

Snape moved suddenly, but when Harry looked at him, his eyes raced to the rule of law.

"Malfoy has been ruled out," Fudge said, visibly offended, "it's an old family that has contributed to a good cause......

"Manaya. Harry continued. "I'm also excluded! Now I'm working for the minister. ”

“...... Carat...... Gore. ”

"You're just repeating the names of those who were declared not corpse eaters thirteen years ago!" Fudge said angrily, "You can find those names in the old records of the trial." For God's sake, Dumbledore—this boy was full of weird stories at the end of last year—and his stories are getting bigger and bigger, but you believe them—this boy can talk to snakes, Dumbledore, do you still think he can be trusted?"

"You fool," cried McGonagall, "Cedric Diggory has not returned, and the death of Mr. Crouch is not the whim of a madman. ”

"I don't see a plan!" shouted Fudge, his angry face flushed against her anger, "for me, you're all determined to stir up a wave of panic and undermine the stability we've built for the past thirteen years!"

Harry couldn't believe what he heard. He had always felt that Fudge was a kind man, a bit of nonsense, a bit of rhetoric, but intrinsically good, but now standing in front of him was a cowardly, angry wizard who bluntly refused to accept the devastation that had arisen in his comfortable and orderly world—not believing that Voldemort could be resurrected.

"Voldemort is back. Dumbledore repeated, "If you accept this fact immediately and take the necessary measures, we may still be able to save the situation, the first and foremost step is to free Azkaban from the Dementors' grasp." ”

"Ridiculous!" shouted Fudge again, "Turn on the Dementors! I'll be kicked out of this position if I suggest that! We know that with Dementors guarding Azkaban, half of them will sleep soundly at night." ”

"The rest of the people don't sleep so soundly, Connelly, if you know that you put Voldemort's most dangerous followers in a group...... He summons the hands of animals that will respond. Dumbledore said, "They won't be loyal to you anymore, Fudge! To be exact, they've never been loyal to anyone, and Voldemort can give them more power and more pleasure! As long as there are Dementors behind him, and Death Eaters coming back, you'll have a hard time stopping him from regaining the power he had thirteen years ago." ”

Fudge's mouth opened and closed, as if his anger could be described in words.

"The first step you must take—right now," Dumbledore continued, "is to send emissaries to the giants. ”

"Send messengers to the giants?" Fudge screamed, as if to say something, "what crazy idea is this?"

"Extend the hand of friendship to them, not too late," said Dumbledore, "or Voldemort will convince them, as before, that he can give power and freedom to people as a wizard." ”

"Y-you're not serious!" Fudge gasped. He shook his head and stepped back to Dumbledore again, "If there is a word in the whole magical community that I'm approaching those people...... People hate them, Dumbledore - that would end my career. ”

"You're blind," Dumbledore said, raising his voice, and there was a distinctly powerful atmosphere around him.

Dumbledore's voice became steady, "You've been blinded by the love of your power, Connelly! You can't see that it's not who is born, it's who they're going to grow up to be. Your Dementor has just destroyed one of the last remaining members of the last pure-blooded family - see how that man will shape his life. I'll tell you now – follow the steps I've just suggested, and you'll be hailed as the bravest and greatest master of magic we know, both inside and outside the position. If you don't, history will remember that you have strayed from the right path and given Voldemort a second chance to destroy the world we worked so hard to create. ”

"Not sober," Fudge cooed, stepping back even more, "crazy." ”

"That's the explanation you gave," Fudge shouted angrily, he had never been so angry, what was Dumbledore coercing him?

He hadn't been threatened in a long time.

Only Dumbledore, damn it, only Dumbledore was still threatening him.

"That's the explanation I gave, you have to do it, Connelly, it's good for everyone. ”

"Benefits?" Fudge sneered, "I think you're lying, Dumbledore!"

"Voldemort didn't come back, he's dead, a man who is dead...... It's nothing more than ......"