Chapter 478 Are You Afraid of Death? I'm Just Afraid of Delaying the Dark Lord's Great Cause!

Thinking of this, Fudge glared fiercely at the tall and thin Auror in front of him.

The latter stood there tremblingly, his face ashen, and he knew that his career was over.

"Connelly, I think now is not the time to hold people accountable. Finding the whereabouts of Peter Pettigrew as soon as possible is the first priority." Dumbledore interrupted Fudge's thoughts of reprimanding the other party.

"Of course I know this!" Fudge said impatiently.

He hated people telling him what to do, but Fudge also understood that Dumbledore was right, so he immediately ordered his Aurors to search the entire island in batches with dementors. !

Unless Mrs. Peter brought two illegal door keys, Pettigrew shouldn't be able to run too far!

After Fudge gave a few instructions, he turned to look at Dumbledore, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he suddenly remembered something.

"Albus, how come you appear here by such a coincidence?"

Fudge was very confused. It had only been ten minutes since Mrs. Peter attacked the execution ground. Even he only learned about what happened here after receiving a report from Auror Arnold.

Why could Dumbledore arrive before him?

Could it be that Arnold was Dumbledore's mole in the Ministry of Magic, so before he reported it to the Ministry,

Or is it that Dumbledore simply knew Mrs. Peter's overall plan but refused to reveal it to him, so now he came here specially to watch the joke, or even take the opportunity to oust himself as the Minister of Magic?

Thinking of this, Fudge looked at Dumbledore with an increasingly evil look.

But Dumbledore quickly gave the answer.

"Cornelly, I don't want to fight with you. This is meaningless! Trelawney gave a new prophecy, which is related to Pettigrew and that person. For this reason, I came here specially. !" Dumbledore stared at Fudge and said seriously.

"Prophecy?" Fudge felt ridiculous and said with a sneer. "Ah, you want to tell me that a crazy woman happened to predict that someone would break into prison and rescue Pettigrew?"

For some reason, Fudge deliberately avoided the person Dumbledore spoke of, with a faint tremor in his words.

"I think you know that too, don't you? It's time to face reality, Connelly! Another of her prophecies is still kept in the Ministry of Magic."

Dumbledore had no intention of beating around the bush with Fudge. He directly repeated the content of the prophecy he learned from Harry.

"She said to me: Darkness is approaching, a huge shadow is covering the sky, and the servants of the Dark Lord will escape. The magical world is about to undergo great changes."

"No, that's impossible!" Hearing the words from Dumbledore's mouth, Fudge felt a chill run down his spine, and he retorted angrily.

Then, Fudge turned around suddenly, and he was relieved when he realized that the Aurors with him were all looking for Peter, and no one heard their conversation.

"Why do you always keep an eye on that man's affairs?! He is dead, Albus! He has been swept into the trash heap of history! He will never come out!"

Fudge suppressed his voice and spoke hysterically. After a pause, he continued. "And the Ministry of Magic now is no longer the Ministry of Magic it used to be. We have the ability to protect the safety of the magic world!"

I'm afraid you don't have this ability.

Dumbledore looked at Fudge with pity, and did not make any comment on his remarks, but just gave him an indifferent reminder.

"There is no use escaping. One day we will face him again! This day should be coming soon."

Fudge froze on the spot, his livid face changing again and again, and Dumbledore in front of him had disappeared in a burst of fire.

A few hours later, the searching Aurors gradually returned. Zuichi reported the situation, and also brought the Auror who had been knocked unconscious by Mrs. Peter in Azkaban.

"So you didn't find the whereabouts of Peter Pettigrew? What a waste!"

Fudge, who was already in a bad mood, immediately vented all his anger on these Aurors, and the abuse lasted for more than half an hour before stopping.

Several Aurors involved were punished by Fudge for serious dereliction of duty!

After venting his emotions, Fudge began to have a headache about the subsequent impact of this incident. If the news of Peter Pettigrew's escape spread, it would definitely be a major blow to his reputation as the Minister of Magic.

"No one is allowed to tell anyone what happened today. Peter Pettigrew died under the kiss of a dementor at noon today! Do you understand?" Fudge stared at the Aurors in front of him.

All the Aurors nodded solemnly.

Fudge didn't say anything when he saw this. This time he brought some trustworthy people. Without his order, naturally this matter would not be spread randomly.

Immediately afterwards, Fudge waved his hand and asked the Aurors to expand the scope and continue searching for the whereabouts of Peter Pettigrew.

However, Fudge knew in his heart that finding a small mouse in such a large area was simply a fantasy.

Not to mention that the other party may have already left through the door key.

Even if Mrs. Peter didn't bring the second portkey, Pettigrew only needed a wand and could use Apparition to leave Azkaban without entering the interior.

"Come out, they're gone!"

At the same time, from a prison deep in Azkaban, a hoarse and deep female voice rang out.

A mouse slowly came out of her sleeve and squeaked a few times, as if to thank her.

The Auror's search operation was very strict before, and they swept almost the entire Azkaban. If the other party hadn't let him hide in his clothes, and the other Death Eaters pretended to be crazy, they could have deceived him. Aurors on patrol.

"Don't thank me so early Wormtail." The woman leaning against the wall looked very haggard. She smiled deeply, with a crazy and fierce look in her eyes.

"We didn't save you in vain. We were only saving ourselves by saving you." Crazy shouts also came from the cell at the other end of the prison.

"We need you to find the Dark Lord, help him. And then come back and save us."

The words that kept coming from everywhere made Peter curl up and tremble, and he murmured. "I don't know what to do. I don't remember anything. I'll be arrested as soon as I get out! Those Aurors won't let me go."

"Are you scared?" The crazy woman grabbed Peter's tail and looked at him fiercely.

Peter shook his head violently and quickly expressed his loyalty to the Dark Lord.

What does death mean?

He was afraid of delaying the Dark Lord's great cause.