"Mr. Potter!" Fudge had never been so sensitive as he was today, and before the door could be opened, he noticed the footsteps behind the door, and the moment he opened the door, he shouted, "You're finally here!" ”

"What's going on?"

He asked, squeezing through his voice.

"Tell me from the Office for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, you've killed someone, or at least twenty or so lives, and even babies!"

"What's going on!"

"I almost brought Scrimgeour to arrest you, if Dumbledore hadn't stopped me"

Harry drew his wand.

Fudge shook his neck and stopped abruptly.

"Don't panic, I'm not going to do anything to you right now." Harry spoke softly.

He wasn't panicking, but this sentence made his heart and voice tremble a little: "Mr. Potter, you are."

"Oh, I'm just taking one thing out." Harry's wand clicked, and the pocket flew out and fell to the ground, and a baby corpse was dragged out.

Cold, stiff, pale.

Fudge's breath is stagnant.

What does that mean?

Use this kind of thing to scare yourself and express that if you don't obey, you will become like a dead baby?

He was quick to dismiss his ridiculous idea.

No. Mr. Potter is not that kind of person.

It's not that he can't have such thoughts, but if Mr. Potter had such thoughts, he would not hint at them in a weird way, but would just draw his sword, put it around his neck, and speak it plainly.

"Mr. Potter." His voice was inevitably a little shaky, and he felt a little more at ease when he leaned closer to Dumbledore's place.

Of course, Dumbledore understood the ambiguity of Harry's words, and he understood why Harry was saying such things.

Fudge wasn't the kind of person who could make him listen if he spoke well.

He didn't like it, but he had to admit that it worked.

"Oh, there's someone outside the door." Dumbledore looked at the map hanging on the wall as if he hadn't heard Fudge's words, "Harry, Hermione is outside, do you want her in?" ”

Harry hesitated, then nodded.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the upper and lower doors opened.

Fudge was uneasy, he looked at Harry, and then at Dumbledore, and only under the protection of the unreliable-looking white-bearded old man could he have some peace of mind.

The room was dull, waiting for someone to come up.

As soon as he stood up with poop and a big belly, he couldn't sit or stand.

The few minutes he had to go upstairs were extremely difficult for him.

When Hermione walked in, Fudge couldn't wait to speak, "Mr. Potter, please speak!" What's going on? ”

"It's Voldemort's trap." Harry and Hermione looked at each other. She saw Harry's pure eyes, and the worry in them subsided a lot—though when she heard that, she immediately "poofed" back.

"Mystery man?" Fudge shuddered, raising his voice, "Mr. Potter, I'm not here to hear you say these ridiculous jokes. ”

"I'm not going to tell jokes." Harry was expressionless, "Also, Mr. Fudge, if you have any questions, wait until I'm done before you ask, okay?" ”

Fudge nodded reluctantly, and he looked around the room and moved a chair to sit down.

Harry continued, "We all know that the Death Eaters have a plot against me. ”

The professors nodded.

Hermione wasn't surprised.

Only Fudge stared at Harry incredulously, then looked back at all the others who weren't surprised at all.

What's going on?

Is there only one person here who is not in the know?

"The incompetence of the Ministry of Magic is indeed beyond my imagination." No one wanted to explain Fugiddo in vain, they were all listening intently to what Harry had to say.

"Someone has cast a portkey magic on the Triumph Cup."

Fudge clenched his fists, he wanted to retort a word, the Ministry of Magic is not incompetent, but when such a thing happens, the Ministry of Magic really does not take care of it.

Harry continued, "There's little Hangelton on the other side of the portkey, you know. It was Senior Tom's father's home. ”

"Who's Senior Tom?" Fudge listened, a little confused. Aren't you talking about something related to the mystery man? Why did an unknown "Tom senior" suddenly come out, just now, or rather, in this matter, was a person named "Tom" involved?

"It's Lord Voldemort." Harry explained to him shallowly, paused, and continued, "Professor, your conjecture is correct, that baby is indeed not his and Crouch's child, or himself. ”

Fudge was startled and jumped to his feet.

Infant?

Is it a mystery man?

The one on the ground?

"Potter, is that the one?" Fudge stretched out his hand, trembling, as if a force 10 wind was blowing towards him.

Harry nodded, "It's him." ”

Fudge wanted to say something more.

Harry waved his wand and hit with a "deadtongue choke", causing Fudge to open his mouth but unable to speak: "Don't worry, he's safe now, can you ask any questions when I'm done?" ”

Fudge cast a plea look at Dumbledore for help.

Dumbledore turned a deaf ear, he looked intently at the baby on the ground, it seemed to be a very interesting thing, drawing all his attention to it.

"What Senior Tom wants from me is blood." Harry paused for a moment, then continued, "He's prepared twelve Death Eaters for this, almost all of them of Auror's strength. ”

"Moreover, he also taught a black magic, with the black magic mark as the core, sacrificing his life in exchange for more powerful magic."

"It's a bit tricky, but it's a good thing Professor Snape helped me refine the potion, otherwise it would have been hard to take it so quickly."

"What he wants is your blood?" Dumbledore pushed his glasses, a little surprised.

Harry nodded, "Well, what do you have in mind?" ”

"I think of a very old black magic." Dumbledore whispered, "That's about the resurrection"

The word made him lose his mind for a moment.

Soon, however, he calmed down and continued: "There is no resurrection of the dead, but like Tom, there is still a way to resurrect the geists who have lost their bodies but still have their souls and have not become ghosts. ”

"My father's bones have no intention of donating."

"The flesh of the servant, offer it on your own initiative."

"The blood of the enemy, forcibly snatched away."

"Boil them with the body where the geist lodges, and you will grow into a new, healthy body."

Harry nodded, "No wonder those Death Eaters have been trying to attack me, tricking me into lowering my vigilance so I can steal my blood under the guise of a deal with me?" ”

"Well, Tom's plan has failed, and he" Dumbledore glanced at the infant corpse again, which was empty and without a single soul.

"Exploded." Harry was succinct.

Dumbledore was stunned, a little before he could react.

Harry patiently explained, "After I killed the last Death Eater, I wanted to capture him while he was so weak. ”

"But Senior Tom swore to death, he chose to kill himself and blew up his soul."

Fudge breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person slumped back into his chair, and the chair "creaked" with an overwhelming sound of weight.

"But." Harry tossed out the word that everyone didn't want to hear after hearing the good news.

Fudge immediately became nervous again.

"Little Mr. Crouch isn't there."

"Senior Tom said that he would see me again sooner or later."

There was also an outsider like Fudge, Harry didn't say it too clearly, he just pretended to pull his hair casually: "I suspect he didn't really die." ”

Except for the pot-bellied Minister of Magic, everyone else understood what he meant.

Voldemort may have attempted to be resurrected through a Horcrux.

Harry waved his wand and unraveled the spell for Fudge.

"Mr. Potter!" He couldn't stand up, his legs and feet were weak, "I don't know where you made up such a ridiculous story!" But I can tell you responsibly that the Daily Prophet is all compiled! ”

"Rita, that woman, has she ever spoken a word of truth?"

"Barty Crouch Jr. is long dead!"

As he spoke, he paused.

I don't know where the strength came from, so he shouted loudly: "As for the resurrection of some mysterious person, it's even more nonsense, it's definitely a rumor spread by that woman Rita, right?" ”

"She made up the lie that Barty Crouch Jr. is not dead, and did she start making up the lie that Barty Crouch Jr. is helping the mystery man back to life?"

Harry interrupted, "Mr. Fudge, even if Rita is full of lies. ”

"I didn't have Barty Crouch Jr. in the whole thing."

"Don't kid yourself and try to deny Rita by denying what happened to me."

Fudge was stunned, clenched his fists, and his face turned a little red with anger: "Potter, I know you are indeed very powerful, but you are still young, and you have just won the title of the final winner of the Triwizard Tournament. ”

"There's no need to be in such a hurry to come up with a "legend" to add to your reputation. ”

"You are famous now, and the future must be"

He was a little hesitant at first, but the more he continued, the more certain he became in his heart about this thought.

That's right!

There is no way that the mystery man will be resurrected, and Potter must have wanted to make up a legend, like Lockhart.

Harry was expressionless and raised his wand.

"Clear water is like a spring!"

Turbulence poured out from the tip of his wand and slapped him in the face, grunting to interrupt him.

"Clean it up."

Fudge shook his head involuntarily, and the yarke flew away, and together with Qing Shui, he washed his head fiercely.

"Now is not the time for jokes." Harry whispered, "Voldemort could be resurrected at any time. ”

As he spoke, he paused: "Remember that prophecy?" ”

He was referring to the one that Professor Trelawney did in the first divination class in the third grade.

Dumbledore nodded.

He remembers it well.

"What prophecy?" Fudge was confused.

"The one that was deposited in the Department of Mysteries last year." Dumbledore kindly reminded him.

Fudge nodded heavily: "Oh, it turned out to be that." ”

But whether it is from his demeanor or from his expression, there is a strong atmosphere of "knowing nothing".

There's another chapter, I'll post it early