Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Harry's words were like dropping a depth bomb in the calm black lake, making the atmosphere in the principal's room agitated.

Dumbledore frowned, staring at Harry without speaking.

Fudge's expression on the side was almost distorted, and he interrupted Harry's words angrily."Nonsense! You will never have seen him, you must be lying!"

"I didn't, sir..." Harry eagerly wanted to defend, but before he could say a few words, he was interrupted by Umbridge.

"You just said you knew the mysterious man's plan, Potter?" Umbridge demanded.

Harry nodded blankly.

"This is the biggest lie! If, as you said, the mysterious man is still alive and planning a secret plan, then how did you know the news?" Umbridge's words are very harsh, a pair of poisonous snakes. Normal eyes fixed on Harry.

"Voldemort said it himself!" Harry responded loudly."I had a dream, in which I became a snake and sneaked into a small room where Voldemort was staying. He was talking to Peter Pettigrew..."

Before he could finish speaking, Umbridge laughed mockingly."A dream?"

"Ah, it seems that things are already clear..." Fudge's mouth also raised a sneer smile, he turned to look at the Aurors, and said.

"Everyone heard it? Mr. Potter intends to tell us that he has had a few nightmares these days and dreams of mysterious people wanting to murder him. This may scare him so much that he must sneak into the principal's room in the middle of the night Seek comfort..."

Hearing this, several Aurors laughed one after another, and the solemn atmosphere in the principal's room was swept away.

"This is not the first time, Mr. Minister! I also dreamed of him last time. He wanted to send someone to catch me, and then Barty Crouch Jr. threw my name into the Goblet of Fire!" Harry stammered to explain.

Fudge didn't even pay attention to what Harry was saying, and scolded impatiently."Listen, kid! This is not a place to play, and I don't have so much time to listen to your ridiculous dreams. The Ministry of Magic has more important things waiting for me to deal with..."

"Also... Albus, I think you may need to take a good rest recently, lest your mind become too awake, I can't believe you would have a nightmare of a child!" Fudge looked at Dumbledore , Said quite dissatisfied.

"Sometimes dreams also bring some indications... Connelly!" Dumbledore's expression was still calm, but there was an indescribable power in his eyes looking at Fudge, which made every word of him deep. Deep in everyone's mind.

"Otherwise, how would you explain the Dark Mark raised in the Quidditch Cup this year? Peter Pettigrew's escape is also a very obvious omen!

The fact is that Voldemort has got the help of Pettigrew, he has become stronger, and he is planning to become stronger!"

"Enough, don't talk to me about this!" Fudge interrupted Dumbledore's words sharply, his face rose to purple, and an anger rose from his heart.

"Do you still want to tell me that this kid has the gift of a prophet? And Peter Pettigrew is dead, the Dementor killed him, right in front of me, I know all this better than you! The dark mark that day was just It's just an accident. The Aurors have received some news, and they will catch the troublemakers sooner or later!"

Fudge retorted every word of Dumbledore with the sharpest words.

He simply couldn’t understand why Dumbledore wanted to arouse people’s panic. Obviously, the magic world is very peaceful now. The Dark Lord’s wreckage has been happening more than ten years ago, and the extreme Death Eaters are also Was imprisoned in Azkaban.

As the Minister of Magic, he has been painstakingly maintaining this peaceful scene over the years, and he has devoted countless efforts to this!

Fudge even suspected that Dumbledore was deliberately trying to create a crisis. After all, everyone knew that he was the only person afraid of the Dark Lord. In this way, Dumbledore could take the opportunity to raise his voice and give himself the Minister of Magic Get it down.

The atmosphere in the principal's room has been stalemate like this, no matter what Dumbledore says, Fudge's faith can't be shaken.

Ivan, who was watching, shook his head secretly. He knew very well that unless Voldemort was resurrected and appeared in front of them, Fudge would not be able to accept the reality. Instead, he would stubbornly feel that this is Dumbledore’s political trick. The purpose is to compete with oneself for power.

After the negotiation for a while, Fudge flicked his sleeves angrily and left, but at this moment, there was another sound of footsteps outside the door.

"It should be Batty here!" Dumbledore said, guessing, turning his head and looking at the door.

Fudge stopped.

As Dumbledore had expected, Crouch quickly walked in from the door, and Moody followed him with a cane.

After entering the door, Moody's blue magic eye swept around in the principal's room, noticed the expressions on the faces of Fudge and Dumbledore, and grinned and spoke.

"It seems that your talks are not going well?"

"Connelly doesn't agree with me..." Dumbledore replied, raising his brows.

"How do you want me to believe you, Albus?" Fudgefu said angrily. "The Ministry of Magic is a place for proof. You can't expect me to tell the Aurors-Harry, the savior of the magic world- Potter had a dream, so they had to find the mysterious man who had been dead for more than ten years!"

"Not only that, a lot of evidence has been placed in front of you, Connelly! It's just that you insist on not believing it!" Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"Evidence? Where is it? Why didn't I see it?" Fudge said with a sneer, then he turned his gaze to the ground.

"Or, do you mean this scorched corpse with a blind face? No one can prove that he is Barty Crouch Jr.!"

"I can prove it!" Crouch, who had been silent for a long time, took a few steps closer, and he was also looking at the corpse covered with white cloth, his expression a little complicated.

"Connelly! He is my son. I can't make a mistake, and there is no need to lie to you... Besides, I think you should listen to Albus's advice carefully. If there is anything you don't understand , I am happy to answer for you..."

"No, I don't think it's necessary! You're arrested now, Batty!" Fudge said coldly. He waved his hand, and Umbridge immediately surrounded him with people.