When the letter delivered by Dumbledore's owl arrived on the Minister of Magic's desk, Fudge could barely suppress the shock in his heart.

And after a short period of consternation, he couldn't help but feel a trace of trepidation and uneasiness in his heart.

Peter Pediru is alive!

This former 'hero' is not only alive, but even enough to overturn the events that should have been characterized ten years ago!

His mind was running like he had never been before, and Fudge didn't even feel like he was at the Ministry of Magic, but back to the time when he was studying at Hogwarts and facing major exams.

Since graduating, his head hasn't really turned so quickly, and it's all for one question:

What now?

The incident with Sirius had a serious operational problem, and he knew it well. Obviously, the female madwoman including Igor Karkaroff, Barty Crouch Jr., and Bellat Chris has gone through the formal process and trial, but Sirius Black has not.

The reason for this could not be clearer to Fudge himself - because there is no evidence.

There is no evidence that Sirius was a Death Eater, let alone that he followed a mysterious man.

But the death of the Potters and the prophecy of the Savior had such a grand impact that everyone turned a blind eye.

Everyone wanted the traitors who betrayed the Potters to be punished, so Sirius was imprisoned in Azkaban!

It's that simple!

However, Fudge himself is the biggest beneficiary of this incident!

Although the person who operated it was still Barty Sr., Fudge himself did not use this incident to promote it.

Had it not been for the arrest of Sirius, the 'most heinous' criminal, he would not have had enough capital to compete with Barty Sr. for that position.

After all, it was the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, a hardliner against Voldemort in the first place.

In fact, it was precisely because he was too tough that he had to take a gentle path - to defend the laws of the Ministry of Magic like a joke with his gentle attitude.

"Minister, are you there, Minister?"

Just as Fudge was in a cold sweat reminiscing about the past, there was a knock on his door.

It was Dorelos Umbridge, and her voice really startled Fudge.

But after realizing that it was his cronies, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come in."

After adjusting his expression and making sure that there would be no problems, Fudge spoke.

It was only after getting his permission that the door to the office slowly opened.

Immediately after, a woman who looked a little older, but was still wearing a delicate pink dress, appeared.

"Minister!"

With that smile that looked like it was seventy percent false and thirty percent flattering, Umbridge walked into the office with a stack of papers.

In fact, there is no friendship between her and Fudge - Fudge himself understands this.

However, he is the Minister of Magic, and Umbridge is now attached to him and wants to rely on him to achieve greater power!

Nothing is stronger than that!

After all, this is the status and power of the entire British wizarding world.

Tapping his fingers slowly on his desk, Fudge suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction, and Umbridge's flattery gave him an illusory sense of relief.

And because of this, he didn't want to just let go of this position!

"Dorelos, what's the matter with you?"

"Yes, Minister."

Hearing Minister Fudge call his name, Dorelos smiled even more.

"This is a letter from the International Quidditch Committee, and they want to discuss the details of the Quidditch World Cup with you in two years' time."

"Ah, of course."

Fudge nodded slowly.

Although he wasn't very interested in Quidditch, it was a highlight of his life history.

After all, this edition of the Quidditch World Cup will be held in the UK!

"When is it?"

"If they can, they'll want to make an appointment in two days."

"Two days later, that'll be fine."

With that, Fudge waved his wand slowly, and the black hat hanging on one side slowly came to his hand.

"Dorelos, you go and tell those people in the sports department to cheer up recently, there can be no mistakes in the World Cup."

"Yes, I see."

Umbridge replied with a smile, but her large, round eyes like a toad were fixed on Fudge's hat.

"Are you going out now?"

"Ah, yes."

Fudge said with a smile.

Seeing what the 'cronie' was about to say, Fudge quickly opened his mouth to complete it all.

"I'm going to visit an old friend with whom I have a close personal relationship, and I'm going to have a drink and a nice conversation."

Typical private matter.

At the same time, Fudge's words clearly expressed his refusal.

No matter how thick-skinned Umbridge was, she didn't want to anger a Minister of Magic in this regard.

So......

"I see."

Without asking too much, Umbridge just smiled and replied.

"Oh yes, please pick someone from the Sports Department who can be in charge of the World Cup project."

"I'm coming?"

"Yes."

Fudge replied with the surprise on Umbridge's face.

"I trust your vision, and this matter will be left to you."

"Okay, I'll definitely pick a figure that will please you, Minister."

Umbridge left satisfied, and she had the work and responsibilities entrusted to her by Fudge as the minister.

Hit a stick to give a sweet date, this kind of thing Fudge is also familiar with.

But even so, there were still dark clouds in his heart.

Even though he was now in the Ministry of Magic, he was still like a young baby in front of some people.

"Albus Dumbledore......"

With the old wizard who seemed to be able to call the wind and rain with a raised hand, Fudge's heart became even darker.

Once upon a time, he used to admire this great old man immensely, but when he really touched the power and status in the British wizarding world, he felt a deep restriction.

There's no way to do whatever you want, as if you have to be careful in everything you do.

It's all because of him!

"I can't live in your shadow forever, I can't be like this forever."

Lowering his hat, Fudge walked out of his office with his fat belly, a symbol of a prosperous life.

Through a special passageway, he soon appeared in public telephone booths on the streets of London.

"Apparition shifting!"

When no one was around, his figure quickly disappeared, as if completely absorbed into the air.

After a whirlwind, he was already outside the gates of Hogwarts.