Time goes back a few days ago.

The second night of the explosion in the Forbidden Forest.

...

If this happens, it will naturally not be able to hide it from the Ministry of Magic.

The next day they found out what had happened.

Dumbledore personally wrote a note to Connelly Fudge, then Minister for Magic. The letter told him exactly what had happened.

However, we, Mr. Minister, obviously did not grasp the true meaning of Mr. Chancellor.

The Great Glasgow Museum was also ransacked.

Dark wizard attack in the suburbs of London.

Now there's another violent explosion in the depths of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.

One by one, Cornelius Fudge, who had just taken over as British Minister for Magic, was about to drive him crazy.

Nowadays, the voices of the wizarding community questioning the Ministry of Magic are getting louder and louder. And all the doubts finally fell on the head of him, the minister.

All kinds of voices questioning his weakness and incompetence were unbearable. This also made Fudge more and more irritable during this time.

Several times this week, he had scolded his subordinates for no reason or for a trivial matter. This is simply contrary to the image of a good old man he used to show.

The entire Ministry of Magic seemed to be under his clouds.

In this case, could a simple letter from Dumbledore dispel his concerns?

How is this possible...

"Look, look at Dumbledore's excuses."

Inside the Minister's office, Cornelius Fudge was angrily waving a letter from the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

"He even preached that the mysterious man had returned, and he possessed the head of Quirinus Quirrell, the Hogwarts Defence Against the Dark Arts professor."

"Huh." Fudge screamed, as if he had been humiliated. He shouted even more angrily: "Does he think that I am a fool, a puppet at his mercy? ”

"Mr. Minister, I think we should investigate first—" As an Auror, Kingsley Shackel instinctively objected.

But before he could speak, he was rudely interrupted by Fudge.

"You're Dumbledore?" Fudge stared at Kingsley with a fixed eye.

That chilling feeling was the first time Kingsley had felt it in the minister, who was known for being a good old man.

"I..."

"If not, keep your mouth shut."

"It must be a conspiracy, that old Dumbledore thing wants to remove me from power, it's his despicable means." At this moment, Fudge seemed to be in a kind of hysteria, and he kept walking back and forth. I was still muttering something in my mouth.

"He did it all."

"Definitely, the explosions in the Forbidden Forest, and the attacks on the outskirts of London."

"Perhaps poor Quirrell discovered Dumbledore's plot and suffered misfortune." The more I think about it, the more 'reasonable' Fudge seems to have decided that Dumbledore is the mastermind behind all this.

"That's right, Mr. Minister." In the shadows, a man with pale blonde hair and cold, gray-blue eyes walked to the forefront.

He lifted his pale pointed face and said coldly, "A Hogwarts professor died, and as the Headmaster, I don't think Dumbledore could be without a little responsibility. ”

"Besides, even if he can clean himself, I'm afraid the school board won't be indifferent."

The man was none other than Lucius Malfoy, the modern-day head of the Malfoy family.

"That's right, Lucius." Fudge's eyes lit up, and he immediately ordered his subordinates to change his itinerary, and now it was up to him, the British Minister of Magic, to hold him accountable.

"Mr. Minister! Minister—" Kingsley looked at the two men who were leaving in a hurry, a little confused.

Sometimes he really couldn't figure out what was going on in Fudge's head.

How could Dumbledore be behind all this?

Even if he is.

Didn't Fudge even think that he could defeat the most powerful white wizard in the world with his little means?

Kingsley smiled silently, then quickened his pace to follow the fading Minister of Magic.

There has never been a day when Kingsley felt that the world was so absurd.

It's a pity that the protagonist of the most absurd drama, Fudge, who is already confused at the moment, naturally can't think of anything else. Or rather, a reluctance to believe anything.

In order to save his pitiful approval rating, he has already done whatever it takes.

...

The Ministry of Magic has a network of flyways to Hogwarts, which is a special passage to the Headmaster's office.

Although Hogwarts is under the control of the British Ministry of Magic, in fact, Hogwarts has never been controlled by the Ministry of Magic. She has a transcendent status.

Even the minister's visit had to be communicated in advance by letter. This has always been observed by successive ministers, and of course it is also a basic etiquette.

But at this moment, Fudge obviously does not want to abide by this 'ancestral system'.

For the first time, he led Lucius, Kingsley, and several Aurors to visit Hogwarts without informing anyone.

Under the green firelight, Fudge's pale face appeared in the principal's office.

He was cowardly all day long, and finally hardened for a while at this moment.

His gloomy eyes looked coldly at the professors present, and then pointed to a smaller girl and said sharply, "Arrest her for me." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, one of the Aurors behind Fudge waved his wand, and a white chain flew out of the tip of his wand, binding Artoria's hands in a blink of an eye.

Another Auror stepped forward at about the same time, approaching her, looking up and down, intent on snatching her wand.

"Enough, Connelly!"

The sudden scene made the calm white wizard a little angry.

With a wave of Dumbledore's hand, a gust of wind blew the Auror who stepped forward into the air.

The sudden change also stunned the surrounding professors. It was unheard of for the Ministry of Magic to come to Hogwarts to arrest people in such a rude manner.

What does a Fugige want to dare for?

"You... All right! Dumbledore, what are you going to do? Fudge pointed at Dumbledore, his frenzied eyes filled with shock and fear.

The cold wind blew away much of his anger. At this point, he suddenly realized that it seemed that there was something wrong with him coming to negotiate so directly.

"I want to ask you Connelly!" Dumbledore's deep voice exploded in Fudge's ears.

"Have you abused your power to this extent?"

"No, I'm here to arrest Professor Quirrell's murderer." Fudge, who was suppressed by Dumbledore's momentum, reluctantly straightened his waist and defended himself.

"Murderer?" There was a hint of disappointment in Dumbledore's blue eyes.

"I think I made it clear in my report to the Ministry of Magic."

"Quirrell is possessed by Voldemort..."

Before Dumbledore could finish his sentence, he was loudly interrupted by Fudge, his eyes glaring like a mad beast, and there was not a trace of blood on his pale face.

"Don't say that name."

"Also, he didn't come back! It's all your conspiracy!! ”

Fudge's ugly face had twisted into a ball. His eyes were slightly bulging, and he looked hideous like a monster.

"I'll find proof. I will!!! ”

"But now, in the name of the Minister of Magic, I announce her arrest." A strange smile appeared on Fudge's hideous face. Tightly said: "All the causes need to be investigated by the Ministry of Magic, even if it has nothing to do with her, a strange wizard appeared in the United Kingdom, this is also the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic, besides...