"Connelly, I think we should talk"

Dumbledore tried to make a final communication, he really didn't want to make things go wrong.

"There's nothing to talk about between us," but Fudge didn't want to communicate with him, only to see him flick his sleeve vigorously, and the wide wizard's robe swished, "I won't let you succeed, you don't want to remove me from power." ”

"I'm the Minister of Magic!"

His expression was almost in a state of madness, and his mouth kept babbling, like a vicious dog guarding food, constantly shouting at Dumbledore to warn, causing his otherwise kind face to distort again.

Fudge had subconsciously regarded Dumbledore as an opponent, and now he had confirmed that thought.

To him Dumbledore was an enemy, an enemy who wanted to take everything from him.

"From now on, I won't believe even a word from you."

Perhaps finally realizing his gaffe, Fudge straightened his collar to look like he was fine.

Percy, as a secretary, stood behind him with great interest, and the whole process was expressionless, even when he saw Dumbledore, as if he didn't even know the other person, as if he hadn't even blinked an eye since he hadn't graduated from Hogwarts.

For his secretary's attitude, Fudge is naturally 10,000 satisfied.

At least it means that he is true to himself.

This is his most trusted henchman in the Ministry of Magic other than Umbridge.

"Percy, let's go."

"Yes."

Percy said respectfully, following Fudge closely, still not looking back.

The two left the third courtroom one after the other, leaving Dumbledore silent as they watched their backs leave, but his pupils shrank when he saw Fudge leave the courtroom not long after he left, and the two strange wizards who followed behind him.

The presence without warning represents a very clever apparition manifestation, and the whole process is done without the slightest discomfort, and represents complete mastery of the spell.

Without a doubt, these are two very powerful wizards.

The sharp-eyed Dumbledore also noticed that the wands on their hands were not quite the same as ordinary wands, and did not seem to be from Ollivander.

Not an Auror, not a wizard from the Ministry of Magic, maybe not even a wizard from England.

Dumbledore made a judgment in an instant.

I don't know where Fudge got the master.

With what he knew about Fudge, the other party would never be able to recognize such an existence, so who were they?

Did they give Fudge the confidence?

Or did they 'manipulate' Fudge?

Things began to turn out more than he expected, and the original prophecy did not seem to mention these details.

Dumbledore had too many questions for him to answer, maybe someone could

Looks like we're going to have another good phone call tonight.

"Ms. Amelia Bones, please wait a moment."

As the crowd left the arena after the farcical trial, Amelia Bones heard her name called behind her.

It was a wizard who looked to be in his twenties, very young, wearing a characteristic fuchsia robe, and it was a rare thing to be a member of the Wizengamot at this age.

"Mr. Strange, what are you looking for me?"

Amelia Bones responded politely.

She recognized the other person's identity.

Eric Strange, one of the youngest and most promising wizards in the Ministry of Magic, and the director of the Funny Product Patent Office under the Department of Magical Sports, the two have met more than once. Because his good friend Dormam Gargerson is the deputy head of the Office for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, and Amelia Bones is a nominal direct subordinate.

By the way, he is also the strongest contender for the director of the Department of Magical Sports after Ludo Bagman leaves.

Strange always had a touch of greenness on his face, like a big boy who had just graduated from school, shy and embarrassed, but whoever really regarded him as a big boy would suffer a big loss.

Although he was only the director of the Funny Product Patent Office, the directors of the remaining two departments of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports were obedient to him, and those two directors were old fritters who had been with the Ministry of Magic for thirty or forty years.

"Mr. Caro asked me to hand over this item to you."

Strange handed an amulet-like object to Amelia Bones.

"What is this?"

Amelia Bones didn't rush to take it, but asked.

She knew about the Caro family, which had produced two Death Eaters and was currently imprisoned in Azkaban.

Almost five years ago, the family was on the verge of becoming one of the many pure-blood families in the wizarding world, but this year the current head of the family graduated from Hogwarts and took over the position of patriarch from the head of the family, turning things around with an unbelievable ability to save the family.

It is now a model for the wizarding family.

It stands to reason that she has nothing to do with this family, so why should she send something to herself.

"A little amulet." Strange faithfully completed his work as a messenger, and said respectfully to Amelia: "Mr. Caro asked me to tell you that he has recently made a breakthrough in divination, and has made occasional discoveries. You may be experiencing some difficulties in the near future. Mr. Carlo has always admired you as a person, so he asked for this amulet. ”

"You can crush it when you're helpless, and this thing might help you."

Amelia Bones paused slightly when she heard this, and solemnly took the amulet and put it in her pocket.

"Tell Mr. Carlo for me, thank you for his amulet."

Being able to sit in the position of the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones had more than just a high talent for magic, and she immediately understood the meaning of this amulet

What a breakthrough in divination

Divination is the most talented discipline in the world (there is no one), and it is impossible to perceive the future in a lifetime without the blood of a prophet, and as far as she knows, even if the Carlo family goes back a thousand years, there is not half a prophet in the family.

This is a message of friendship to her, a subtle hint that someone is going to be bad for her.

Amelia grimaced her face and returned to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and then went to the Auror office not far away.

She's not a character to sit still.

As the youngest director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement in nearly fifty years, whoever wants to work against her must first weigh whether their abilities are sufficient.

As for who wants to be unfavorable to her, there is already a faint speculation.

There was no doubt that it had to be the Death Eaters.

At the height of Voldemort's power, the Bones family was the most powerful family in the wizarding world at the time, and Voldemort even went to her home to woo her brother Edgar Bones, but brutally killed them after being refused.

It was also from that time that the Dark Lord's name spread throughout the wizarding world.

This is mortal revenge!

(End of chapter)