"You must have read Miss Rita Skeeter's article," Harry said softly, and it wasn't until he spoke that the rest of the room noticed that Harry was woken up.

Fudge's face flushed imperceptibly, and it seemed that his face was not so much like that of a city wall. But as soon as such a thought arose, Fudge's face quickly changed to a look of stubbornness and stubbornness.

"And I find out," Fudge said reluctantly, looking at Dumbledore, "I find out that you've been hiding something about this kid from reporting...... He's a snake veteran, right? There is a strange ...... in his mannerisms and behavior."

Louis snorted and laughed, he looked at Hermione, smiled at his normal volume and said in Chinese, "Strange talk, full of farts......

Hermione couldn't hold back either, and laughed out loud, and of course the movement here also caught Fudge's attention.

"Mr. Mountbatten, what are you talking about?" Fudge narrowed his slightly cloudy eyes, and his tone was very bad.

"I said the minister." Louis said happily, looking back at Hermione, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled, all without saying a word.

It's always good to be able to tease Fudge or two, and then ...... Hermione knew Chinese, and she had taught herself in the library when she was fine—Luis, of course. She systematically studied not only Chinese, but also Latin and Greek.

Knowing more, life being more exciting, this is Louis's mantra and it has become their motto.

Before Fudge could attack, Dumbledore coldly diverted the subject, "I guess you're referring to the pain in the scar that Harry has been feeling, right?"

"So, you admit he's been in pain?" Fudge spoke quickly, as if trying to put his theory on hold, "Headache? Nightmares? Probably and—hallucinations, right?"

He looked at Harry as if he were looking at a madman.

"Listen to me, Connelly," Dumbledore said, taking a step towards Fudge, the look in his eyes so determined and fiery that Fudge involuntarily flinched a little, "Harry is as sane as you and I are...... The scar on his forehead didn't paint his brain! I believe that Harry's scar only hurts when Voldemort lurks nearby or feels a special urge to kill."

Dumbledore's emotions were so contagious, and he was so calm that Fudge, a villain with only flies in his heart, took half a step back from Dumbledore, but his expression was still so stubborn.

"I beg your pardon, Dumbledore, I've never heard of a spell scar operating like a alarm bell......

Fudge was also a little nervous as he spoke, as if he had heard some joke, and looked at Harry and Dumbledore with incredible eyes.

"I saw Voldemort come back with my own eyes! , Harry shouted. He struggled to get out of bed, but Mrs. Weasley held him back. "I saw the Death Eaters with my own eyes! I can name them! McNeil!"

As Harry called out his name, he was reminded of the scene from last night, and the Death Eater with his big yellow fangs hanging from him.

"He's been acquitted, Potter." Fudge's tone was unkind, he glanced at Dumbledore, trying to find a commanding look on his face, but unfortunately, Dumbledore's face was expressionless, he didn't see anything, "He's currently working at the Ministry of Magic!" Fudge added.

"Avery! Knott! Crabbe! Goyle!" Harry gasped and shouted, he remembered the names of the Death Eaters that Voldemort had named last night, and he was sure he would recognize them even if they turned to ashes.

"You're just repeating the names of those who have been acquitted thirteen thousand years ago and condemned as not a Death Eater!" Fudge exclaimed, "You can find those names in past trial reports! For God's sake, Dumbledore - I know that at the end of last year, this boy's mind was full of weird stories made up, and his lies were getting more and more bizarre and you still believed them all - I think that's what he pretended to be eyeballs! The boy was able to talk to the serpent, Dumbledore, and you still think he was worth it

Trusted?"

At this, Fudge's whole face turned red, and he glared at Harry viciously with an expression that was incomprehensible to others, as if Harry were his father's killer.

In fact, it is understandable, after all, this is related to the position under the ass, and it is understandable that Fudge is hysterical, but now he has completely lost his personality and completely lost his qi cultivation skills as the Minister of Magic.

"You fool!" Professor McGonagall was full of opinions about the life-hungry Minister for Magic, and she shouted angrily, "Isn't Barty Crouch Jr.'s conspiracy and Barty Crouch Sr.'s attack telling the whole story? This is by no means the casual act of a madman! He even has a plan! Premeditated! Infiltrate Hogwarts in an organized way! I also caused all kinds of accidents in the finals!"

"I don't see why not." Fudge's face flushed, no less angry than Professor McGonagall's, and he argued loudly, "It seems to me that you are trying to create a sense of panic and destroy everything we have painstakingly built for the past thirteen years!"

Harry was stunned, he couldn't believe his eyes and ears, all the while, Fudge was domineering and a little arrogant, but still very kind in nature. But he didn't expect that the angry little wizard standing in front of him at this moment would flatly refuse to believe that his orderly, stable and comfortable world could be ruined in one fell swoop - he didn't understand why Fudge was so adamantly refusing to believe that Voldemort might make a comeback.

"Voldemort is back," Dumbledore said again, "Fudge, if you accept this fact immediately and take the necessary steps, we may be able to salvage the situation. The first and most important step is to free Azkaban from the Dementors!"

"Play the piano!" Fudge shouted again, "Undo the Dementors? As soon as I make this suggestion, I'm going to be kicked out of the office! Half of us can sleep well at night knowing that Dementors are standing guard in Azkaban!"

"Connelly, if we knew that you had Voldemort's most dangerous friends watch over those who would work for him at the slightest command, then the rest of us wouldn't be able to sleep soundly!" Dumbledore persuaded earnestly, trying to get Fudge to turn back, "Those guys can't be loyal to you, Fudge! Voldemort is able to provide them with far more power and pleasure than you can - after all, you are not like Voldemort who has no bottom line and can give him souls at will...... Once Voldemort has the support of the Dementors behind him, his former friends will return to him, and it will be difficult for you to stop him from returning to the power he had thirteen years ago!"

Fudge's mouth opened and closed, as if there were no words to express his anger.

"The second step you have to take and you have to do it immediately," Dumbledore said further, "is to send a message to the giants."

"Send someone to deliver a message to the giant?" Fudge exclaimed, and suddenly he was able to speak again, "What kind of nonsense is this?"

"Before it's too late, extend a hand of friendship to them," Dumbledore said, "or Voldemort will draw them over." He's done this before, and of all wizards, he's the only one who can offer them rights and freedom!"

"Y-you must be kidding!" Fudge gasped for breath and shook his head as he stepped back from front of Dumbledore, "If the wizarding world learns that I'm in a relationship with giants—people hate giants, Dumbledore—my career is over!"

"Connelly, you're so obsessed with your official position that it's made you lose your proper judgment." Dumbledore said, his voice rising and one could feel the aura of power that hung around him, and his eyes burned again. "You value the so-called pure wizard bloodline too much! You've always been like that! You don't realize that it doesn't matter where a person comes from, what matters is what kind of person he grows up to become!"

"I'll tell you now—just follow my advice and take some steps, and the Ministry of Magic and the wizarding world will always remember you, and they will all see you as the bravest and greatest Minister of Magic of all time. If you don't act – history will remember it too: it was you who stood by and gave Voldemort a second chance to destroy our hard work

Build this world! For this, you have to bear historical responsibility!"

Dumbledore's words hit Fudge's heart like a hammer, "Ridiculous," he whispered, continuing to step back, "crazy...... It's crazy, I didn't think I'd think you'd be crazy, Dumbledore......

There was silence as Madam Pomfrey stood beside Harry's bed, her hand over her mouth. Aunt Molly was still standing in front of Harry, holding his shoulders with both hands, not letting him get up. Bill, Ron, and Hermione all glared at Fudge in surprise.

"You should have asked Weatherby to come over and see, oh my God......" Ron said to Louis beside him in a very small voice, "Look at what kind of worms the Ministry of Magic bureaucrats he admires, oh my God......

Louis gave Ron a funny look, it's been almost a year, why haven't you forgotten the "Weatherby" meme?

"If you're so obsessed with going your own way, Connelly," Dumbledore said, "we'll have to go our separate ways. You do what you see fit. I will do what I want."

There was not the slightest hint of threat in Dumbledore's voice, it sounded like a statement, but Fudge flew into a rage, as if Dumbledore was approaching him with a wand.

"Yes, yes, Dumbledore," he said, waving a finger menacingly, "I've always given you full freedom. I have always had great respect for you. I may not approve of some of your decisions, but I have always remained silent. Not many people will allow you to hire a werewolf, keep Hagrid, or decide what to teach your students without consulting the Ministry of Magic. But if you're going to work against me......

"The only thing I want to do it," Dumbledore sighed deeply, "it's Voldemort...... If you're against him, Connelly, then we're still on the same side."

Fudge didn't seem to think of an answer, in fact, deep down, he still believed what Dumbledore and Harry said about "Voldemort's return". Because of this, he didn't want to offend Dumbledore to death at all, after all, only Dumbledore could deal with Voldemort.

His feet were a little unsteady on his feet, after all, Dumbledore's words really shocked him, and he swayed back and forth for a moment, spinning the bowler top hat he wore on his head with both hands. Finally, he spoke, with a hint of pleading in his voice, "He's not coming back, Dumbledore, he can't ...... Absolutely impossible ......."

Everyone knows that this begging is not for anyone, but for the refusal to accept the truth that may come. Voldemort's return is not limited to his precarious position, in fact, if that madman is in this world, even if he is the Minister of Magic, his life is in danger.

At the same time, he knew better than anyone that Dumbledore was actually right, the Dementors were unreliable, they had no discipline at all, and whoever had no bottom line, they would listen to whomever they wanted, and now it seemed that ...... Voldemort was the best fit for their allegiance - after all, a homicidal demon like Voldemort didn't mind providing them with a steady stream of souls, which was enough to make them die.

Dumbledore glanced at Snape, who immediately turned and walked out of the medical wing, and a moment later, just as Fudge was pacing back and forth anxiously, Snape returned, dragging a figure that was so familiar to Fudge in his hand.

[In view of the general environment,

It's Barty Crouch Jr.

He was restrained by Snape's spell, and could only walk honestly in front of him. But to be honest, Snape could only restrain him from using magic, but when he saw Fudge, he threw himself at him, causing Fudge to retreat again and again, only to be unable to stand still, and he tripped and fell.

Fortunately, Ron's eyes were quick and he was able to hold Fudge's fallen body, otherwise his ugliness would not have been limited to this.

「Iedinta！ (Obstacles)" Louis snapped and pointed his finger at Barty Crouch Jr., which made him stop his lunge.

Louis glanced at Professor Snape, not knowing if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see a flash of schadenfreude in Mr. Professor's eyes.

He dared to conclude that his own professor was definitely deliberate...... He definitely let Barty Crouch Jr. loose the spell the moment he entered the house, and he must have deliberately scared Fudge so that he could make a foreign appearance.

It seems that Snape has a lot of resentment against Fudge, and Louis is very gloating in his heart. It's not that he has an opinion about Fudge, but that he's just a funman.