Chapter 1117 Cornelius Fudge’s Ambition

Somewhere in London. Cornelius Fudge's study.

The atmosphere instantly became tense with the arrival of the red envelope.

Connelly glanced at his wife's uneasy expression, and then looked at the red envelope in the woman's hand.

"Dumbledore...but why is it a roaring letter?" He was more frightened than Catherine.

You know, the Ministry of Magic has been making a lot of small moves at Hogwarts during this period, and there are also previous secret agreements with goblins, or house elf spies from pure-blood families... Cornelius Fudge even Not sure what Dumbledore was so angry about.

But Catherine Fudge obviously didn't think too much. She directly thrust the envelope into Connelly's hands and urged anxiously.

"Open it quickly," Catherine said nervously, "There are only a few minutes..."

The corners of the envelope have begun to smoke. If the envelope is not opened before it spontaneously combusts, the howler letter will grow several times in size.

"London, Cornelius Fudge - Dumbledore" The handwriting written in emerald green ink looked full of murderous intent.

Cornelius Fudge stretched out his trembling hand, took the letter from his wife with an anxious expression, and quickly tore it open.

As if there was an explosion, a huge noise instantly filled the study. All the furnishings, books, and chandeliers in the room shook. The dust on the ceiling fell with a shudder. The Fudge couple who were facing the roar felt as if they were being shaken by several people. A ten-meter-high wave hit me.

"Cornelly Oswald Fudge! How dare you do such a terrible thing!"

"The magic world has finally ushered in precious peace. You, a greedy, arrogant and proud guy, secretly united with the European magic world to suppress werewolves on a large scale for your own selfish interests. You want to force the werewolves to completely turn to the dark forces and revive magic. War?!”

This was the first time Connelly heard Dumbledore's roar, which was hundreds of times louder and louder than usual.

Everything in the study was trembling, and the echoes around him were deafening. Cornelius Fudge felt like his eardrums were about to be shattered.

The roaring letter jumped up angrily, got in front of the poor Minister of Magic who was trying to avoid it, and continued to roar menacingly.

"...Werewolves can't just gather together and wait for you to catch them for no reason. The dark forces may have made a comeback. You don't have to go to the Armenian forest. The International Federation of Wizards and I will take over the follow-up matters. Don't commit any major crimes now. Wrong, ask the Aurors to come back immediately to be on guard. This is most likely a trap set by the dark forces! If you plan to continue to launch a war with your own will, don't say that I didn't warn you in advance!"

The roaring stopped, but there was still a ringing in his ears.

The red envelope burned automatically, curling up into a small pile of ashes in the blazing fire.

The Fudges were stunned in the study, as if they had just been violently washed away by a wave of tens of meters high. A wisp of wind blew in from the unclosed window, blowing the curtains and book pages, making a rustling sound. The buzzing sound in the study gradually dissipated and returned to normal.

Catherine Fudge walked to the window, closed it, and turned her back to her husband, seemingly at a loss.

"Well, so this is what you were busy with before? But Connelly, no matter what you become, I-"

"Wait a minute, my mind is a little confused right now."

Cornelius Fudge rubbed his brows, trying to relieve himself from the tsunami-like roar.

What about the Armenian forest, the siege of werewolves, the dark forces, and waging war... Cornelius Fudge could still understand these things if they were separated into individual words, but when they came together and turned into questions in his ears, he I don't understand it at all.

"Katherine, you know me. My greatest wish is world peace. I, I don't know-"

Connelly pointed to the pile of howler ashes, stood up nervously, and took off his top hat from the hanger.

"But no matter what, something big must have happened - I have to go to the ministry to see. Dumbledore must have made something wrong, but if someone is really provoking a war or creating chaos, then this time The enemy must be quite cunning. This is a trap, an extremely terrifying trap. The Aurors are still staying quietly in their respective homes, and I have never privately discussed with other magical governments to encircle and suppress werewolves..."

Cornelius Fudge defended in a panic, but before he could finish speaking, he fell into a warm embrace again.

"I believe you, Mr. Minister. The situation is urgent. You should go to the Ministry of Magic and have a look -"

Catherine hugged her husband gently, then quickly released her arms and helped him straighten his collar and shirt, "Promise me that you will pay attention to safety and don't show off. Didn't you often say that Dumbledore is a bit old and confused? This accident may be your biggest test and opportunity."

"Don't worry, I should be back soon. Just find out what happened and how the rumors came about-"

Cornelius Fudge glanced at his wife, picked up his wand from the desk, put it in his pocket, and walked quickly towards the fireplace in the living room.

There is no doubt that Dumbledore is really a bit confused this time.

He had nothing to do with the questioning content in those shouting letters. This kind of non-existent thing was too easy to expose. At that time, Cornelius wanted to see how Albus Dumbledore would explain and apologize to him for this inexplicable roaring letter.

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Main hall of the Ministry of Magic, London, England.

The light here is much dimmer than during the day, and most of the fireplaces embedded in the walls have no fire.

When Cornelius Fudge arrived at the main hall of the Ministry of Magic, everything was as peaceful as before, and there was no sign of the invasion of the dark forces.

On the dark peacock blue ceiling, the golden symbols that detect various abnormal magical conditions are still moving and changing faithfully.

In the main hall, there was only the endless sound of water from the golden fountain, and streams of kind water sprayed out from the top of the wizard's wand, from the centaur's arrow, from the tip of the goblin's hat, from the two ears of the house elf, and fell on In the nearby pool.

"Mr. Minister, it seems you have also received the news? What happened?"

At this moment, a hoarse, but capable and short voice came from Cornelius Fudge's ear.

Connelly turned his head just in time to see Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Command, stepping out of the fireplace flames on the right. His tawny hair and thick eyebrows were mixed with strands of gray, and his brows were furrowed. Together, the whole person looks extremely serious.

"You mean...Dumbledore's letter? He also sent it to you?"

"Well, werewolf siege, Armenian forest, be wary of the dark forces, exercise restraint..."

Rufus Scrimgeour nodded and rattled off several short words to briefly and neatly describe what he understood.

Although he did not go into too much detail, judging from the livid expression on the face of the "Old Lion" Auror Director, Connelly guessed that the other party had just been scolded by a roaring letter, and he had finished the scolding. I felt very aggrieved and confused afterwards.

"Huh, me too. It seems that Dumbledore is really a little confused."

Cornelius Fudge shook his head, glanced at the peaceful and quiet golden fountain, and breathed out softly.

"Speaking of which, I don't know who is so powerful that he can actually fool Dumbledore. The werewolf army counterattacks? The magical world of many countries secretly encircles and suppresses werewolves? The dark forces are in chaos? Intent to provoke a magical war? You will know all these things if you listen to them. Is it a lie? If we really urgently summoned Aurors as he said, and even hurriedly contacted other magical governments for verification, then it would really be a joke——"

"Uh, actually-"

Scrimgeour's expression was a little subtle, and he hesitated to speak as he looked at Cornelius Fudge, who looked relaxed.

Before he could interrupt Cornelius Fudge, the fireplaces built into the walls of the Department of Magic Hall were ablaze.

Among dozens of green flames, wizards walked out quickly one after another, and in the empty hall not far away, a series of phantom migration sounds also sounded at the same time. In less than five minutes, at least there were More than thirty Ministry of Magic Aurors arrived in the foyer.

"Well, is Albus Dumbledore... crazy?" Cornelius Fudge's eyes twitched.

Just when Fudge began to imagine a pile of shouting letters on Dumbledore's desk, he suddenly heard a slight cough in his ear.

"Well, I informed them - I issued an emergency call-up Auror action order."

said Rufus Scrimgeour. He looked at Connelly sternly and took the initiative to explain before the other party could ask questions.

"Except for the fact that the British Ministry of Magic was not involved, at least half of what Dumbledore said in the letter is true: on certain occasions that we don't know about, most of the Aurors in the European wizarding world secretly united. , launched a collaboration beyond imagination.”

"And their goal, yes, is to encircle and suppress the werewolves - it is said that hundreds of werewolves are gathering secretly in that forest at this time."

"Secret gathering? Hundreds of werewolves?!" Cornelius Fudge was stunned for half a second, "What are they planning to do?"

"I don't know. But there is a very probable reason, isn't there?"

Rufus Scrimgeour shook his head, his face looked a little bad, and he stared at Cornelius Fudge and said.

"A few months ago, we took the lead in carrying out several raids on the werewolf community, and wiped out the werewolf gathering points in the British magical world in a short period of time. This undoubtedly put a lot of pressure on the werewolves - they see Get up and plan to unite together and try to fight back."

"So...their target is most likely us?"

Cornelius Fudge whispered thoughtfully, his smile instantly fading.

"Judging from the information I have received, this is at least one of the reasons." Rufus Scrimgeour said solemnly, "Hate, threat, hope of living and desire for freedom...I have said before, there is no Raiding the werewolf community for any reason may be able to arrest some dangerous werewolf criminals, but at the same time it will also completely push some neutral and harmless werewolves from good people to the dark side——"

"There are no 'harmless' werewolves in this world! We've discussed this before."

Cornelius Fudge raised his hand, interrupted Scrimgeour impatiently, and muttered to himself in confusion.

"But... why do other magical governments secretly hunt down werewolves, and... what exactly does Dumbledore want to do?"

"Obviously, this is a great achievement. I heard many of them put their jobs on the line for it."

Rufus Scrimgeour sneered, "Today happens to be the night of the full moon. They can accurately pinpoint who the werewolves are and arrest hundreds of werewolves at once. You know, our previous 'Werewolf Operation' was in There are many voices in the wizarding world. If they can take this opportunity to clear out most of the werewolves in Europe, it will be as big an event as defeating the goblin rebellion, and as for Dumbledore..."

"I understand, he still wants to protect the werewolf -"

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in Cornelius Fudge's mind.

Unlike the British wizarding community, other wizarding governments in Europe view Dumbledore more as the chief of the International Federation of Wizards.

Because of this, if this "encirclement and suppression" was initiated by the British Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore's position would be very awkward when he arrived.

On the other hand, Dumbledore's word "take over" in his roaring letter seems to have some meaning now.

The werewolf problem that has lasted for thousands of years in the magical world, no matter who solves it, will definitely leave its footprints in history forever.

"Well, I think so too - Dumbledore was originally very dissatisfied with his last action..."

Rufus Scrimgeour nodded in agreement, "If I guess correctly, wizards from the International Confederation of Wizards will arrive at the scene around dawn with other Aurors, and according to Dumbledore's character, he will definitely do his best. Possibly ensuring that 'innocent' werewolves are not apprehended."

"So... most of those werewolves who gathered in the Armenian jungle and plotted revenge against the British Ministry of Magic will be released directly?"

"The reason for the gathering of werewolves is just speculation. In comparison, I care more about the second thing Dumbledore mentioned..."

Scrimgeour frowned slightly and looked around at the Aurors gathered around the two of them waiting for orders. "I have an uneasy feeling, as if there is an invisible force hiding in the shadows waiting for an opportunity. The werewolves may be there." It's a trap, so I urgently summoned most of the Aurors to prevent dark wizards from taking advantage of it. As for Dumbledore on the Armenian side, there's no need to worry too much..."

"Really? But I think exactly the opposite."

Cornelius Fudge thought for two seconds, shook his head, and said.

"Dumbledore's grasp of the situation is obviously not as comprehensive as that of the Ministry of Magic. He even thought that we were also in the ranks of 'encircling and suppressing werewolves'."

"This is not surprising, after all, this was originally initiated by the British Ministry of Magic. And the purpose of his hurried letter was more to want us to 'retreat' from the Armenian forest, rather than to remind us to be wary of any dark wizards. A sneak attack. To be honest, even if the dark forces really come back, there is no reason to raid the Ministry of Magic in the middle of the night - except for the cumbersome documents, there is nothing worth stealing from the Ministry of Magic."

"However, Scrimgeour, your judgment in issuing the emergency summons was very correct..."

The Minister of Magic rubbed the wand at hand and looked at the Aurors surrounding the foyer.

"I have decided, Kingsley, that you, Mr. Scrimgeour, and a few Aurors will be stationed in the ministry. The other Aurors will follow me. This is a milestone event that will eliminate the werewolf threat in the magical world for thousands of years. British Magic The Ministry should not be absent——"

"As for the reasons..."

Cornelius Fudge thought for a few seconds, then turned his head and looked around.

"Aurors, or the Ministry of Magic, are there any recent incidents related to Armenia and werewolves?"

"Gilderoy Lockhart, he was interviewed over there in Armenia a few days ago—"

After a brief silence, a young witch with pink hair raised her hand cautiously.

"In the interview, he claimed that the book "Wandering with Werewolves" was based on an old Armenian wizard. At that time, we originally wanted to summon him to trial for "malicious spellcasting," but he used the words "Wandering with Werewolves" to be interviewed by the public at the place where the crime occurred. Reason for temporary postponement..."

"Very good, that's it! This reason is so suitable!"

Cornelius Fudge was overjoyed and nodded with satisfaction.

Werewolves, suspects, Armenia, and it involves Hogwarts, it's just perfect.

As for why they dispatched so many Aurors, and why they participated in the werewolf siege after arriving in Armenia, Dumbledore's roaring letter gave Cornelius Fudge a hint: This is a secret operation launched by the British Ministry of Magic. .

"May I have your name?"

"Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks."

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Great!