Chapter 105 Of Course I Wouldn't Say That

"Thank you, Alastor." Dumbledore looked at Moody and nodded.

Dumbledore is not being polite, he really thinks working with Iger is very hard...

"So, you caught him?" Dumbledore looked at Iger cheerfully.

Reaching out for a lantern, Iger knocked on the lantern and handed it to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore took the lantern and looked it over carefully. Moody and Lupine didn't stay in the room for too long. They greeted Dumbledore and left. They are both smart people. Always be able to erase their curiosity in time.

Looking at the lantern in front of him calmly, it took a long time for Dumbledore to speak slowly: "We meet again, Tom..."

"Go away! Old man..." Voldemort looked terrible...

"What an incompetent guy... how could I have such a sad offspring, look at this man who is neither human nor ghost..." On the wall, Slytherin looked at the spotlight on which Voldemort was imprisoned on the table with a look of disgust.

"Who are you?" Voldemort squinted at Slytherin.

"Salazar Slytherin..." Slytherin sneered, "You can call me ancestor..."

Voldemort: "???"

Are you kidding me?

Are you kidding me?

Iger, who was on the side, almost didn't laugh when he heard the conversation between the two. Voldemort, who has always respected his blood, was rejected by his ancestors. I don't know what Voldemort would think.

"You are just a portrait..." Voldemort still had that defiant look after all: "Even if you were resurrected in front of me, I would not be afraid at all, because I have obtained eternal life that even you cannot have."

"Horcruxes?" Slytherin gave Voldemort a sneering look: "Helbo made something so good, why didn't he try it himself? Do you really think you are the only one who knows about this thing? Thousands of years ago, outstanding wizards were everywhere. Yes, only a fool like you chose this path..."

Inside the concentrated soul lamp, Voldemort was silent.

Iger felt that if he could see his face,

Then his face must be ugly at this time.

In fact, Voldemort was really in a bad mood. Before in Albania, he had vaguely guessed Iger's purpose of arresting him. Sure enough, the secret of his Horcrux was finally discovered.

Dumbledore was also thinking carefully about Trelawney's prophecy, wondering if that prophecy still existed.

Destiny is a very mysterious thing, and sometimes it may change completely because of a butterfly flapping its wings, let alone an iron rod like Iger stuck in the gear of fate...

Iger doesn't know how Dumbledore will deal with Voldemort, but what is certain is that Voldemort will basically stop thinking about jumping in the future...

Now Voldemort's family property has basically been copied by himself, and even the wand has been burned by himself. Unless Dumbledore twitched his head and threw the soul lamp out and smashed it to pieces, Iger didn't think so. Voldemort, a stupid bird whose hair has been plucked by itself, can make any troubles under the eyes of a monster like Dumbledore.

If all of this can be run away by Voldemort, Iger can only say what the hell, Britain gave it to you, and labor and capital will stop playing...

The settlement of Voldemort is a very serious issue. Regarding this issue, even Dumbledore cannot deal with it privately at will, and the first time Iger came back, Dumbledore sent the portrait of Evra to the Ministry of Magic to tell Fudge over this matter.

The shadow of the tree of life, with the name of Voldemort, the Minister came very timely, followed by two Aurors, Kingsley and Dawlish, the two who captured Iger...

"Merlin's beard..." Fudge stared at the spotlight on the table in front of him in horror: "Albus, I want an explanation..."

"This is the wandering spirit of Voldemort..." Dumbledore explained to Fudge exactly what the thing in front of him was, but Fudge didn't seem to believe it.

"This is indeed Voldemort's remnant soul. For some reason, we can't destroy him now..." Iger looked at Fudge with an ugly face and emphasized: "I just captured him from Albania, and she can testify!"

With that said, Iger pointed to Dolores who was chatting with Slytherin in the corner.

"Testimony? A snake?" Fudge laughed as if he heard some joke, but there was a sense of horror in that smile.

"Whether you believe it or not, he is here, and he will never leave..." Iger spread his hands towards the soul lamp on the table: "Come on, Tom, say something~"

The soul lamp didn't move at all, Voldemort was not a fool, he knew it was best not to say anything at this time.

"I don't know what made you, Albus, come up with such a ridiculous story, a lamp, a little boy, and a snake?" Fudge's face became more and more ugly, and his voice gradually became hoarse.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking Dumbledore!" Fudge yelled, his voice raised sharply.

"So... so, you don't believe what I said?" Iger turned to look at Fudge aside.

"What? A joke?" Fudge tilted his neck and looked at Iger forcefully.

"Minister, although I really don't want to say this... but the two most powerful people in the whole of Britain are standing in front of you, let alone their attitudes, I think their words... are credible..." Kingsley moved closer to Fudge and lowered his voice. Said loudly.

Fudge froze, of course I know it's credible!

But why when I was in office? !

Why did this guy suddenly reappear while I was in office?

Fudge is a qualified politician, but by no means a qualified leader.

Because he is cowardly.

"They're just two lunatics!" Fudge pursed his lips, gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth as he looked at the two in front of him with a pale face: "They just...want...to seize power..."

Fudge is very afraid, even though he only needs to admit that this thing in front of him means that he has made great achievements in front of him, he does not dare to offend that thing in the soul lamp, he just wants to keep himself in a state where he doesn't know anything, and is safe and sound. through this term.

But his blind-eyed attitude angered Iger...

Although there were speculations about Fudge's cowardice, when the facts were in front of him and the old man in front of him was still stubborn, this completely exhausted Iger's last bit of patience and tolerance.

Bai treats you so well, doesn't he? The gold was collected for nothing?

Iger sneered, and picked up the soul lamp at the side: "I'll give you three fucking seconds, if you continue to choose this attitude, I'll smash it, let him go, and nail you to death In the position of minister, when he is resurrected, you can hold your rights and die, how about it, isn’t it perfect? ​​It must be fucking romantic to die in your own job, right? One!”

Fudge's face turned pale instantly, and then he yelled loudly: "Stop him!"

As soon as the words fell, the golden staff behind Iger flew out, Kingsley and Dawlish couldn't fart, and they were knocked out instantly.

"two!"

Iger's face became more and more gloomy, and his eyes scanned Fudge impatiently.

Fudge's eyes changed again and again, as if he wanted to draw out his wand, but he didn't dare.

Standing behind the table, Dumbledore stared at Iger's forced palace against Fudge with great interest. He admired Iger's way of breaking the rules. Although he wanted to do it, he couldn't...

His identity is doomed that he must do things according to the rules.

But Iger doesn't have to...

And not only is he unruly, he is also unreasonable...

This made some difficult things in Dumbledore's eyes easy to solve in Iger's hands.

What's up with the mess? Cut it off with a knife, okay?

Are you having a headache, Minister of Magic? Can you chop off your head?

Iger can let Voldemort go, because he captured it back, and anyone who has any opinions can talk to him alone.

But Dumbledore can't, even if he catches Voldemort, he can't let it go, otherwise it will affect his reputation and reputation.

Although he didn't care much about his reputation and reputation, caring for feathers was very important before Voldemort didn't have a dog leash.

But Iger is different, this guy doesn't have any good reviews and word of mouth...

Besides, the public opinion in the magic world is in the hands of Iger, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet and the boss Jin Jin are both soft-hearted, plus a reporter like Rita Skeeter, even if Iger wants to make Fudge’s reputation stigmatized tomorrow, that’s just one sentence thing...

With cold sweat on his forehead, Fudge stared at the lantern in Iger's hand in horror, and pointed at Iger tremblingly: "You...you can't do this..."

"Three! It's a pity..." Iger sighed regretfully, and was about to throw the lantern out of the window.

"Stop! I agree!" Fudge suddenly shouted.

"That's right..." Putting the lantern back on the table casually, Iger glanced at Fudge contemptuously: "You and Voldemort should be of the same age... He is still a character anyway, look at you..."

Fudge didn't seem to hear what Iger said, but just sat down on the chair in a daze, and then looked at the lantern tremblingly.

"Damn you... Fudge..." Voldemort's spiteful voice sounded.

He had no doubt that if Fudge didn't approve just now, Iger would definitely throw himself out.

Although he was likely to find it again, Voldemort was confident of escape if the lantern was broken.

He has always been very confident in himself.

Fudge shuddered when he heard that, and looked at the lantern on the table with a horrified expression.

"It's all right now? If you don't help us, you will be killed when he comes back to life. Why do you have to push yourself to a dead end?" Iger looked at Fudge in front of him gloatingly and laughed. He smiled happily, and finally At least this time the Ministry of Magic can no longer hold back...

Even for himself, Fudge would do his best to kill Voldemort.

Fudge stared blankly at the soul lamp in front of him for a long time, and then yelled hysterically: "The Ministry of Magic will not let you get away with it! I will definitely stop you! Want to escape? Dreaming, you bastard!"

For a moment, several people were caught off guard by Fudge's sudden outburst, especially Voldemort.

Weren't you still so cowardly just now?

It is said that the rabbit is in a hurry and needs people. Fudge is in such a state now. He has been completely pushed by Dumbledore and Iger. It is good that Voldemort does not speak, but once he speaks, the little luck in Fudge's heart is completely extinguished...

And then there's the hysterical madness...

"I'm going to imprison you in Azkaban! You'll never even think about turning over!" Staring at the soul lamp in front of him, Fudge roared with the veins on his neck exposed.

"Unfortunately, he can't go anywhere except the principal's office! With all due respect, Azkaban may not be able to lock him up." Iger said bluntly.

"Then! Put it! Here!" Fudge stared at the soul lamp in front of him bitterly, and said panting.

"I don't quite understand. Dumbledore is so much stronger than Voldemort. It seems that you would rather be afraid of Voldemort than Dumbledore? Is this a way for a gentleman to deceive you?" Iger sneered and looked at Fudge: "I hope you In the future, I can clearly realize one thing, Mr. Fudge...Although Dumbledore is a gentleman, I am not..."

"Are you a threat?" Fudge looked straight at Iger and asked palely.

"'If you think so, I can't help it...' Of course I wouldn't say that!" Iger grinned and looked at Fudge: "Yes, I'm threatening you."

Fudge is gone...

Walk away angrily...

Because Iger not only threatened him, but also asked him for the medal of Sir Merlin...

Fudge said that the matter of the mysterious man could not be informed to the public for the time being, so even if he wanted to award Iger with a medal, it was unknown, and then he left in a hurry.

Behind him floated two unconscious subordinates...

Seeing that the matter came to an end, Iger didn't stay any longer, and stuffed Dolores, who was chatting happily with Slytherin in the corner, into his arms, and then turned around amidst Slytherin's righteous protest disappeared with a bang.

Tonight's Granger's house is more lively than usual, because Iger brought back a new member: Dolores...

Although the Granger family was used to the strange things around Iger, the sudden appearance of a two- to three-meter-long boa constrictor still frightened the Granger couple.

Jane leaned against the kitchen counter with a pale face, holding the shovel firmly in her hand, squinting her eyes and not daring to look at Dolores beside her, and shouted anxiously: "Iger! What is she doing?"

"She is saying hello to you. I told her that you have the highest status in the family. She seems to like you very much..." Iger grinned and stood aside to explain to Mrs. Granger.

"I know! I know! Get her out of here quickly..." Mrs. Granger's voice subconsciously carried a bit of crying: "Please, get her out of here quickly..."

Chris rubbed his head with some headaches: "Okay, Iger, stop making trouble..."

Hermione at the dining table looked at Chris with disdain: "Dad...can you get off the table first?"

It's just a python. In Hermione's opinion, although its appearance is a bit unacceptable, it is much safer than the Winged Demon in terms of danger. No matter how much Iger teases Hermione, that thing is determined not to take a step closer.

I don't know how my parents will feel when they learn that there is a creature comparable to a dragon living in the house...

Probably... going crazy?

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