The two bodies were carried ashore, their limbs twisted and swollen, their faces pit and pit as they had been bitten by fish.

Fudge felt breakfast churning in his stomach, but he pursed his lips, turned his head, and asked:

"Who's going to tell me how they died...... Drowning?"

Scrimgeour crouched down beside the corpse, examining his men, and said with a gloomy face:

"Killing Curse!"

"Who's going to do that?" Fudge yelled in disgust, "Peter Pettigrew? Under that kind of restraint, he could still kill three Aurors?"

"If Peter could do it, he wouldn't be Wormtail, but the Dark Lord." A lame man, glaring, said in a rough voice:

"Death Eaters must have rescued him!"

"Death Eaters?" Fudge gasped, and he hurriedly denied it:

"No, Moody...... The Death Eaters have long since entered Azkaban, and under my management, the wizarding world has been safe and sound for the past few years, where did the Death Eaters come from?"

"Isn't Peter Pettigrew a Death Eater?" Moody sneered and said:

"He has been absconding for 11 years, and he has not been arrested, and there may be many comrades who are at large like him.

Like what...... Malfoy?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Fudge fiddled with his top hat uneasily, and he squeezed out a slight smile and said in a small voice:

"Lucius was controlled by the Imperius Curse, and he has long been proven innocent."

"Innocent?" Moody stared at Fudge, his eye rolling in his socket.

Fudge didn't like the eyeball, it reminded him of Moody's killing the Death Eaters, but he continued:

"Besides, Lucius has always been a supporter of the Ministry of Magic. There is still a big gap in the construction of the venue to host the Quidditch World Cup next year, and it is Lucius who generously donated a large amount of gold...... He's a rare good guy."

"Good guys?" Moody's mouth was already crooked, and it would have been even more crooked, and he faked a smile and said:

"If a lot of gold is a good man, then Malfoy does meet the criteria, after all, he never spared Galleon.

Mr. Minister, I would like to ask...... I don't know how much gold I have to donate to change your mind about Malfoy?"

"Moody, you're using me like a chameleon?" Fudge was furious.

"Of course, am I mistaken?" Moody turned the magic eye again, and he suddenly showed a look of surprise and said:

"Well, I did read it wrong, you're not a chameleon, you're a money-hungry ...... Sniff."

Fudge was furious, and he looked around to make sure that there were several Aurors standing next to him protecting him, and then exclaimed:

"Moody, watch your tone, I'm still your minister, be respectful!"

"Not anymore." Moody snarled at Fudge, "I'm retiring, you can't control me."

Moody limped and turned away, and there was a dead silence all around him, save for the sound of the waves washing against the rocks.

After Moody walked away, Fudge, whose face was cloudy, cursed:

"This old thing, Mad-Eye...... Relying on his own qualifications, he relied on the old and sold the old ...... Rufus, won't you leave your men alone?"

"Connelly, Alastor is retiring, what else do I care about him?" Scrimgeour stood up and said:

"Besides, he usually does the same to me."

"You're the head of the Auror Office!" Fudge exclaimed.

"But I'm nowhere near as senior as Moody's." Scrimgeour said neither softly nor hardly:

"He filled half of the cells in Azkaban, and he taught many young Aurors by hand.

If it weren't for Moody's unwillingness, he would have been the head of the Auror Office long ago."

「……」

"I knew I was going to give Peter a kiss!" Fudge said with some annoyance.

"That's what happened after he was caught." Scrimgeour said in a deep voice, "Connelly, it's imperative to send the Aurors to a full-scale manhunt

Peter."

"The Ministry of Magic is also going to hold a press conference to inform all wizards about this and tell them to be careful.

Peter is an illegal Animagus, and he may repeat his old tricks and hide in someone's house as a rat."

Fudge didn't speak.

If the other prisoners had escaped, it would have been Peter Pettigrew.

Capturing Peter and avenging Blake is Fudge's biggest political achievement in the three years since he took office.

He also took advantage of the incident to attack Crouch and suspend the political enemy from his post for investigation.

In order to give himself a long face, during this time, major newspapers, under the hint of Fudge, reported on Peter every day to promote his terrible.

Under the propaganda of various "authoritative" figures and experts, Peter's image in the hearts of the masses is about to become the second-in-command of the Death Eaters, second only to Voldemort.

But now the reversal of the two levels, losing Peter, is bound to cause a huge panic.

He couldn't tell everyone that Peter wasn't really dangerous at all, that he was a minor player in the Death Eaters?

It is not only the backlash of public opinion that encounters it, but at least an incompetent hat must be buttoned up.

What a shot in the foot.

Umbridge glanced at Fudge, knowing what the Minister was thinking, only to see her smile at Scrimgeour with a greasy smile:

"In good conscience, Mr. Scrimgeur, I can really understand your sense of urgency, and we all know that Peter's escape was a terrible and terrible thing, a disaster.

But those of us in government must always prioritize the well-being of all wizards."

"How?" Scrimgeour raised an eyebrow.

"To rashly announce Peter's escape now would cause unnecessary panic among the masses and affect their normal lives.

Next year is the Quidditch World Cup, and at this critical juncture, the scandal of Peter's escape will inevitably affect the holding of the World Cup, and we must focus on the overall situation!"

Scrimgeour scoffed, "So that's it, pretending that Peter Pettigrew has been imprisoned in Azkaban?"

"No, I mean don't spread the word out and keep it down." Umbridge laughed:

"It's best for Peter to show up himself, we can determine his location immediately, and if he doesn't, we'll send the Aurors to search slowly."

Scrimgeour held back his anger and said, "Mr. Minister, do you think so too?"

"Dolores makes sense, I'm thinking about it." Fudge replied vaguely.

Scrimgeour snorted and turned to walk off into the distance, fur cloak curling behind him.

As he walked away, Fudge and Umbridge exchanged a brief look.

"These guys...... No respect for me as a minister!" Fudge was annoyed, and he said to Umbridge:

"Let's keep this thing closed and no one leak it out."

A beetle climbed up Fudge's collar, and the sound of its wings vibrating made Fudge restless, and he patted his clothes and said:

"This matter, you must not let Rita Skeeter know, that woman knows, she will definitely publicize Yang out."

"Yes, sir!" Umbridge said in a greasy voice.

The driven beetle hovered in mid-air, then lingered back and came to rest on Fudge's body.

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