Rufus was very interested, and he left the minister's office with his head down.

Now, only Fudge was left in the office, along with Amosta and Dumbledore, and the three of them sat down at a circular conference table in the minister's office.

"What's going on, Minister Fudge?" Amosta asked curiously, "What's the trouble on Scrimgeour's side?" ”

"That dark wizard, Amosta, is the witch you caught--"

Fudge took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat, his expression looked a little unnatural,

"Tonight's attack I mean, the group of wizards in black cloaks who are making trouble, Rufus just ran over and told me that she was the only one captured alive, and that all but a few who died at the hands of the Aurors fled Rufus is interrogating her below, hoping to dig out their mouths what they are doing so, but, oh--"

Fudge glanced cautiously at Amosta and Dumbledore, who were on either side,

"Rufus wants to get permission from me, he wants to check the dark wizard's memory, or use a truth potion or something."

"Is that a problem?"

Amosta pretended to be confused,

"If I'm not mistaken, the Ministry of Magic has some extraordinary means at its disposal to criminals who have committed serious crimes."

"Of course it is, so I agreed to Rufus's request, but the problem is-" Fudge said slightly embarrassed, "the cage you conjured up that trapped the Black Witch, uh. In a sense, it also protected her, and Rufus and his men tried many things, but they couldn't open it."

The Auror Office under the leadership of Rufus Scrimgeour is the most elite force under magic, but it is such a group of wizards who cannot even open a cage that Amosta Bryne has done at will, which is not only a very shameful thing, but also makes Fudge fully realize that Amosta Bryne's power is completely beyond the control of the Ministry of Magic.

"Oh, I see—"

Amosta simply nodded and then shut his mouth, neither agreeing nor rejecting Fudge's request in his words.

And such an attitude undoubtedly roasted Fudge on the fire, so that he was completely overwhelmed, and had to turn his attention to Dumbledore for help.

Dealing with Dumbledore was a hardship for Fudge.

On the one hand, he needed to be wary of Dumbledore's influence and prestige, and on the other hand, Dumbledore was able to make many constructive suggestions when things were difficult.

But at the very least, Dumbledore looked a little more reliable than Amosta Blaine, not because of Fudge's personal bias, but because of the low-key and modest manner that Dumbledore had kept low for more than half a century, making him look less dangerous.

Dumbledore's slender fingers interlaced between his fingers leaning back in his chair, he knew exactly what Connelly was trying to convey with his gaze, but he didn't pay attention. He responded to Fudge's eyes, and his blue eyes gleamed with solemn light,

"What I'd like to know is, Connelly, does the Ministry of Magic have any specific figures for tonight's casualties? How many wizards have been victimized in this upheaval, and how many have unfortunately died? ”

Talking to Dumbledore, Fudge was more casual, and he waved his hand anxiously,

"It can't be that fast, Dumbledore, you know, there are more than 100,000 wizards there tonight, some of them fleeing back to their country as soon as the wizard in the black cloak appears, and most of them stay until the end.

I gave this to Amelia, who took the people to the scene, and Amelia brought me a letter ten minutes before you walked in. Many people were injured, but most of them were trampled while fleeing, and some were affected by the fighting of the Dark Wizards captured by the Ministry, and of course, some were killed! ”

Amosta was not particularly surprised by this result.

Although I don't know why Lucius Malfoy turned back, he recruited those bounty wizards in the underground world to let them create chaos in the World Cup, not to slaughter wizards from all over the world.

Dumbledore nodded,

"So, Connelly, what are you going to do next?"

"Oh, what should I do?!"

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, Dumbledore's question finally made Fudge, who was under a lot of pressure, finally unable to bear it, he was a little hysterical and slammed the handkerchief on the table, and then, with a snap, squeezed away the chair behind him, and walked briskly around the conference table with his hands behind his back, his expression almost collapsed!

"Everyone in the ministry saw me and asked me what to do! And now, you're asking me what to do, Dumbledore, oh, I'd like to ask someone else what the Ministry of Magic should do! ”

Fudge exclaimed,

"Needless to say, we're a laughing stock, aren't we, we can't hide it, and tomorrow morning, the whole world will know what kind of Quidditch World Cup we've held, Daily Prophet. Oh, yes, they'll be singing your praises, Amosta, but what about the Ministry of Magic, how am I going to explain to wizards all over the world that there are so many dark wizards of unknown origin suddenly broke into our supposedly foolproof Quidditch World Cup. Oh, the showdown of the century! ”

The knuckles of Fudge's fists turned white and he gasped violently.

Amosta lowered his gaze, Fudge was now acting like he had expected to go crazy, and Dumbledore, who was already no longer surprised, sighed softly,

"You're the Minister of Magic, Connelly, and of course people will be counting on you to come up with ideas."

Fudge chuckled dryly twice, then stared hatefully at the seat behind his desk, at least for a moment, wishing from the bottom of his heart that he wasn't the Minister of the British Ministry of Magic.

There was silence in the office for a moment, and Amosta knew very well that it was not yet time for him to speak, and Dumbledore had also hidden some of his opinions in his stomach, and judging from all the years of experience, it was best not to make any suggestions before Connelly opened his mouth to ask, otherwise, it would only stimulate his fragile nerves.

In any case, Cornelius Fudge has been in the position of Minister of Magic for more than ten years, and even if he lacks ability, he is certainly qualified as a politician.

After venting, Fudge finally felt a little more comfortable, but his face didn't improve much.

"I think the Dementors of Azkaban need to move, Dumbledore."

Amosta was expressionless, but he smiled inwardly, and the blue pupils behind Dumbledore's half-moon lenses flashed with obvious helplessness, and it was clear that Fudge's proposed method did not escape the expectations of the two men.

"The experience of Capturing Sirius tells us that Cornelius—" Dumbledore said, "the creatures of Azkaban, who are not friendly to life, will do nothing but cause trouble for you. ”

"Well, don't hide it, Dumbledore, if you have any good advice, say it!"

It's not the first day that Fudge has dealt with Dumbledore, and he is clear about some of the tricks that Dumbledore likes to use.

"The aftermath is the most important thing at the moment, the Ministry of Magic must bear the loss, all the treatment costs of those wizards who were injured in the turmoil are borne by the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic needs to send personnel and families to negotiate compensation for the unfortunate victims, my suggestion is that the Ministry of Magic make a public statement, and all the proceeds of the Ministry of Magic in this World Cup will be used for pacification and compensation."

Dumbledore didn't mean to be offended, he said calmly.

"All Proceeds--"

Reparations are a must, and this does not need to be said by Dumbledore that Fudge also knows what to expect, but all the proceeds of hosting the World Cup. The flesh on Fudge's cheeks shuddered a few times, it wasn't something he could decide alone, but I had to say that it was indeed forgiven by many people.

"Well, I'll consider your suggestion carefully, Dumbledore, but the point is, we have to give an explanation, tonight's attack-"

"The group of wizards who attacked the arena, the witches who came later, and the ugly wizards who finally appeared in the arena, they were a group of people, and this is something that the Ministry of Magic needs to emphasize to the public."

Amosta's cold words stunned Fudge and silenced Dumbledore.

(End of chapter)