Hogwarts of a certain magic

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"I'll say it one last time, the mysterious man has not been resurrected at all! There is no Death Eater gathering!"

Minister Fudge's voice was loud, his face flushed, as if he needed to plug in a fresh oxygen cylinder to breathe.

He waved his arms and said excitedly:

"The Death Eaters are all waiting in Azkaban, with dementors watching.

Everything is safe and under my perfect control.

The magic world is very peaceful, so the wizards live and work in peace and contentment, and the family is happy!"

"Connelly, you delayed the whole plan. We could have caught those Death Eaters..." Dumbledore said angrily.

Fudge was shocked, as if someone gave him a left jab and nudged his right eye.

"Don't mention that damn name! Albus, the mysterious man is dead long ago, dead early, so stay awake!

Did you drink fake wine!"

Fudge was jumping and jumping on the spot, he was like the one who drank fake wine.

"I don't allow any Aurors to go to the so-called cemetery. Did you hear that, Dalis, where did you die?"

"Mr. Minister, I have been watching from the door." Dawlish walked in.

"Then be optimistic!" Fudge yelled: "If anyone dared to leave for half a step, immediately expel me from the Ministry of Magic and never hire!"

Because he let go of Black, Fudge has always thought that Dawlish is the second and fifth boy, Dumbledore's.

That's why he was asked to stay at the door to prevent him from taking the Auror to the cemetery, but let Kingsley look at the others behind his back.

But Dalis didn’t know, and he said excitedly: “It’s Mr. Minister, I’m staring at it.”

The door was opened again, and Mrs. Longbottom walked in angrily.

She was arguing with Umbridge, and Neville was behind.

"What's the matter?" Dumbledore asked harshly, looking at Umbridge, and then at Mrs. Longbottom.

"It's okay, Professor Dumbledore." Umbridge squeezed his throat and smiled.

Dumbledore did not pay attention to Umbridge at all, but looked at Mrs. Longbottom and asked:

"Augusta, you should be guarding Barty Crouch Jr. with Neville..."

Umbridge's face was a little ugly.

"There is no need to guard him anymore, Dumbledore!" Mrs. Longbottom said angrily. "This Ministry official ensures this!"

Madame Longbottom flushed with anger on her cheeks, her hands formed into fists, as if she wanted to slap Umbridge.

"She suddenly took the Dementor into the room, and the Dementor rushed towards Crouch, and then gave him... a kiss!"

Neville shuddered, as if still thinking about the scary scene just now.

"My dear Mrs. Longbottom!" Fudge explained, "it was the dementor I asked Dolores to bring.

As the Minister of Magic, I have the right to decide whether I want to bring bodyguards, because Crouch is very dangerous—"

"But he can't come out to testify now, Connelly," Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

He stared sharply at Fudge, seeming to see him clearly for the first time.

"He cannot provide evidence of his plans."

"Plan? Hey, isn't it obvious!" Fudge hummed.

"He's a lunatic, just like Blake! Entering Hogwarts is to kill people, to avenge his master!!"

"He was following Voldemort's orders, Connelly." Dumbledore said.

"Crouch controlled Ludo, Krum, Weasley and Harry with the Imperius Curse.

Voldemort recovered his physical body."

Umbridge took a breath and seemed shocked.

"William has gone to save Harry and will bring him back." Dumbledore said firmly.

"They have witnessed Voldemort's resurrection."

Fudge turned his head away, deliberately not looking at Dumbledore's eyes.

He pinched his collar and said uneasy:

"Dumbledore, I advise you not to listen to wind or rain, always want to make big news!

This is false news, wait for William to return..."

"It's not false news, the mysterious man has returned!" Neville, who had been standing silent in the corner, said suddenly.

"My grandma and I heard Crouch's words."

Fudge turned his head in amazement, and everyone looked at Neville.

Neville's hands trembled a little, his empty palms clenched into fists, and he spoke loudly to the Minister of Magic:

"The mysterious man is resurrected! What are you afraid of?!"

"Afraid?" Fudge said as if he had stepped on his tail, angrily:

"Reverse, reverse!

Even a little wizard dared to talk to my minister like this."

"You fool!" Mrs. Longbottom shouted, "Bah! Not even as good as my grandson!

No, you are far worse than my grandson!"

Fudge's face turned purple-red, as if he was suffocating.

"In my opinion, you are all determined to create a panic and destroy everything we have painstakingly created in the past 13 years!"

"Voldemort is back." Dumbledore said again, "Connelly, if you accept this fact immediately and take the necessary measures, we may still be able to save the situation."

Dumbledore's voice gradually rose.

"As long as you follow my advice, the Ministry of Magic and the entire wizarding world will always remember you and regard you as the greatest Minister of Magic ever.

If you do not take action-history will put you firmly on the pillar of shame."

"Absurd!" Fudge whispered, continuing to step back, "Crazy...you are crazy!"

Dumbledore said disappointedly: "If you continue to insist, we will have to part ways.

You are your Minister of Magic.I-do what I want."

Fudge was furious, as if Dumbledore was approaching him with a magic wand.

"Okay, okay, Dumbledore," he waved his arm.

"So, are you going to fight me? Want to fight me?

I have always respected you.I may not agree with some of your decisions, but I always keep..."

The door was pushed open again.

"Forget Professor, you can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep, he is already wasting our time."

William took Hermione and walked in quickly, followed by Professor McGonagall.

There was still blood on William, and he looked murderous.

"William, are you hurt?" Dumbledore asked concerned.

"It's Voldemort's blood... He was stabbed a few times by me, and he was injured very badly. He may be in urgent need of a medical doctor now." William said calmly.

Everyone in the principal's office took a breath.

But only Dumbledore understood William's words.

It's time to send a gold medal spy... Professor Snape.

"William." Fudge turned his bowler hat with a trace of desire in his voice, "He won't come back, it's impossible...you...you tell Albus..."

William paid no attention to Fudge at all, and didn't even look at him.

A minister who can't stay in office for long is not worth his trouble too much.

"Connelly, the only thing we want to do against," Dumbledore said, "it's Voldemort. If you are against him, Connelly, then we are still in the same camp."

Fudge can't seem to think of how to answer.His two little feet were unsteady and swayed back and forth for a moment. He looked up at Dumbledore and whispered:

"I don't know what tricks you are playing, Dumbledore, I have heard enough.

I will contact you tomorrow to discuss how this school is run.I must go back to the Ministry of Magic."

He stopped short when he reached the door, turned around, strode across the room, and stopped beside Hermione.

"The prize you won, Miss Granger!" He said briefly, taking a bag of gold coins from his pocket.

"A thousand Jin Jialong. There should have been an awards ceremony. In such a short time, you still won the championship in the hands of 23 warriors.

But in this situation..."

Hermione didn't answer, but looked at him coldly, and then took William's hand.

Fudge looked at William, opened his mouth, put Garon on the ground, put the bowler hat on his head, and walked out of the principal's office quickly.

Umbridge glanced back at the people in the office and followed out.

Dumbledore sat in the chair, sighed, and looked at William:

"This incident is my fault, I still have a slight illusion about him..."

"Professor, we should have our own power, otherwise the Ministry of Magic and Auror will not be restricted tonight." William said.

"Yeah, you are right." Dumbledore looked up at Fox.

"Tonight, I need to issue a phoenix order and restart... the Order of the Phoenix!"

Fox's eyes flickered, and it let out a loud whine, then disappeared into the office after a burst of fire.

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