The crowd was restless, and many were already expecting it. The previous biggest black witch in recent years, Vitia Cleona, who suddenly transformed from Moody, caused a lot of commotion, and when she was caught again, she said this with a smile.

No one knows why she gave such a reminder, she and Voldemort were in the same group, didn't she, she escaped from Azkaban, didn't she, and since that was the case, why did she show up, why didn't she resist?

Maybe she's just trying to create panic and chaos, which makes sense from a dark wizard's point of view, but the world isn't in chaos. Even the Hogwarts staff, like Professor McGonagall, couldn't help but think so.

But Dumbledore, Miss Bones of the Ministry of Magic, some Severus, they knew very well that Cleona was not lying.

And now, after being missing for a while, Harry suddenly appears again and tells them that 'Voldemort is resurrected'.

This is the 'Boy Who Never Dies', who defeated Voldemort and saved the British wizarding world from its deplorables.

Fudge clutched his dome tightly, his cheeks flushed, his chest heaving violently, as if he wanted to have a seizure, but he restrained the urge.

Fudge looked left and right, his bewildered faces including the Aurors, the elite of the Ministry of Magic, who looked at him blankly, as if waiting for him to come up with an idea to deal with the situation.

Call. Call.

Beads of sweat rolled down Fudge's forehead, and his face showed signs of turning from red to purple.

The resurrection of the Mystic Man means chaos, killing, death, and war., and he, the Ministry of Magic, cannot deal with it on its own, and must rely on Harry Potter, who once defeated the Mystery. Rely on Dumbledore and rely on Bryan to get closer to them. Even bow your head to hand over the rights!

Fudge tugged at his collar, every thought in his head choking him, he knew that many people were watching him, waiting for the decision of the British Minister of Magic

"I'm sure you're a little frightened, kid. A criminal who was supposed to be imprisoned in Azkaban escaped, causing the accident."

Fudge tried to pull out a smile, he glanced at Brian a few times, but Brian didn't look at him, which made him hate and go crazy This matter is obviously Brian's idea, using a 'fake' to deceive the public, he will endorse the Ministry of Magic, but now, Brian actually stopped talking, leaving the Ministry of Magic to face this matter alone!

"The Ministry of Magic has a duty on us to take a close look after the Black Witch you brought everyone back, it's yours, Harry, I think it's a good reward to give you a Merlin Order of the Second Degree, but. The mystery man is back, huh! ”

Fudge smiled exaggeratedly,

"It's impossible, we all know that you're the one who defeated him, and the mystery man is completely finished, isn't it. I think Minerva's advice is good, you should go to the hospital for a check-up first, it is necessary you see, there are already hallucinations. ”

"Cornelius—"

Ms. Bones said with some worry and helplessness, but Fudge suddenly turned his head, and he completely assumed the majesty of the Minister of Magic, and glared at Bones very fiercely, and the shocked Miss Bones was speechless for a moment.

"That's not an illusion!"

Harry looked at Fudge in amazement, he couldn't understand why the Minister of Magic would be so ridiculous to think he was talking nonsense, couldn't he see old Barty Crouch lying on the ground,

"Voldemort is really resurrected, he. He started out as an ugly dwarf and then used a spell. There is one man who is helping him, and it is Barty Crouch and his son, Barty Crouch Jr.! ”

Harry was furious, Fudge didn't understand what they had seen or what they had been through, and he had escaped with all his life, and Fudge said he was confused.

"Ahhh

Fudge suddenly laughed, and he looked left and right, and put on a ridiculous expression when he heard a joke,

Barty Crouch, Jr. It's ridiculous, he's already dead in the thirteenth year of Mr. Azkabanport, and I sincerely recommend that you stay in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries for a while, because you've started to talk nonsense! ”

"In my opinion, it's you who have a confused brain!"

Sirius was furious, and he rushed in front of Harry, putting one hand around Harry's shoulder, ignoring Fudge as his immediate boss, glaring at him angrily.

"You know Harry isn't lying, you know Voldemort has come back to life, but you turn a blind eye, you're a complete coward!"

"Sirius!"

Dumbledore screamed warningly before the grim-faced Fudge attacked Sirius, and then Dumbledore looked at Amosta, who had changed his usual demeanor and remained silent.

Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed with helplessness, but he suppressed this emotion in the bottom of his heart and said to Fudge,

"Maybe we can hear what Harry has been through before commenting, Connelly. This is not the place to talk in our castle. Come on, Harry, and Ron and Hermione."

Dumbledore suddenly became strong and decisive, and he waved his wand into several stretchers, making Harry and them all lie on the stretcher, and then, convincing Fleur, to let Gabrielle lie on the stretcher as well.

Looking at Old Barty, who had lost his life, a trace of sadness flashed on Dumbledore's old face, but he quickly adjusted his mood, let the unconscious Sparkle lie on Old Barty's body, and led them to the castle together.

The rest of the Ministry of Magic was waiting for Fudge's instructions, and Fudge seemed to want to just leave without listening to Harry's nonsense, but Barty Sr. was still the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, a high-ranking official at the Ministry of Magic, and he had to find out what was going on with his death.

Previously, because of Vitia's appearance, the students were all restrained in the castle and were not allowed to leave the house, and Filch was in the foyer to watch them.

When Dumbledore was seen leading everyone up the marble staircase, the students in the foyer rushed back to the foyer, but they craned their necks in curiosity.

The return of Harry, Hermione, and the others sent the Gryffindor students cheering, but the man with his head dangling over the edge of the stretcher and a hideous wound on his neck sent the students shuddered.

"It's Barty Crouch!"

Fred whispered to the people around him.

"The Aurors and the faculty are on guard in the auditorium."

As the group walked up the stairs, Amosta stopped and said to the Aurors who had followed.

In the British wizarding world, Amosta Blaine has also been a powerful man for a long time, and when he heard the command, the Aurors instinctively stopped and quickly set up their defenses in the auditorium, but when they caught a glimpse of this scene, Fudge, Umbridge and Scrimgeur's faces immediately became ugly, but, due to the situation, they did not say anything.

Sirius and Remus followed, and Professor McGonagall and Snape went upstairs, but Durmstrang's group of students was a little overwhelmed, desperate to know where their headmaster had gone, but they were a group of students who didn't know whether to stay in the auditorium or follow along.

"Victor--"

Amosta beckoned to Krum as he descended the stairs,

"You come up as well and hear what's going on as Durmstrang's representative."

Krum nodded both reservedly and gratefully, and then followed.

Dumbledore arranged a separate ward for Barty Crouch Sr.'s body, and he didn't wake Sparkle for the time being, so he let him accompany Barty Sr., while Harry and the others all stayed in the public room.

Madam Pomfrey's face turned pale when she examined several people, and Professor McGonagall clutched her chest and looked worried, even though most of them were left downstairs, the public wards were still packed, and there was a force that forced people to wait quietly and quietly—

Madam Pomfrey examined it very carefully. Harry was upset because Madam Pomfrey had lifted his clothes in front of so many people and examined some of his wounds, but when it was Hermione's turn, she had thoughtfully drawn the curtain for her.

"No problem, Albus--"

At last, Madam Pomfrey finished his examination, and she said in a tone of rejoicing that she had survived,

"They had a bit of a hit, some skin trauma, but it wasn't a big deal, they just needed a lot of rest."

"Albus, you see they're all fed up, aren't they? Need a break."

Professor McGonagall's thin lips quivered, her hands still clutching her heart as if she were about to cry.

"Nope." Dumbledore said firmly, "You have to figure out what happened as soon as possible before you can respond, say it, Harry"

(End of chapter)