Chapter 688 Stubborn Fudge

Harry's words were like dropping a depth charge into a calm black lake, making the atmosphere in the entire principal's office become restless.

Dumbledore frowned and stared at Harry without speaking.

Fudge's expression on the side was almost distorted, and he interrupted Harry's words angrily. "Nonsense! There's no way you've 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 on the side.

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

Harry nodded blankly.

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

"Voldemort said it himself!" Harry responded loudly. "I had a dream. In the dream, I turned into a snake and sneaked into a hut. Voldemort was staying there and he was talking to Peter Pettigrew..."

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

"Ah, it seems that things are very clear..." A sarcastic smile appeared on Fudge's lips. He turned to look at the Aurors and said.

"Did everyone hear it? Mr. Potter is going to tell us that he has had several nightmares these days, dreaming about mysterious people trying to kill him. This may have frightened him so much that he had to sneak to the principal's office in the middle of the night. Seeking comfort…”

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

"This is not the first time, Mr. Minister! I had a dream about him last time. He wanted to send someone to capture me, and then Barty Crouch Jr. threw my name into the Goblet of Fire!" Harry stammered and tried to defend himself.

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

"And...Albus, I think you may need to take a good rest recently to prevent your mind from becoming unclear. I can't believe you would live out a child's nightmare!" Fudge looked at Dumbledore. , said rather dissatisfied.

"Sometimes dreams can also bring some forebodings... Cornelius!" Dumbledore's expression remained calm, but the look he looked at Fudge contained an indescribable power, which made every word he spoke deeply. deep in everyone's mind.

"Otherwise, how can you explain the Dark Mark rising on this year's Quidditch Cup? Peter Pettigrew's escape is also an extremely obvious omen!

The fact is that Voldemort got help from Pettigrew, he became stronger, and he is planning to become even more powerful! "

"That's enough, don't talk to me about this!" Fudge interrupted Dumbledore sharply, his face turned purple, and a burst of anger came out of his heart.

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

Fudge used the sharpest words to refute Dumbledore's every word.

He simply couldn't understand why Dumbledore wanted to arouse everyone's panic. The wizarding world was obviously very peaceful now, but the Dark Lord had been wreaking havoc more than ten years ago, and those extreme Death Eaters were also Imprisoned in Azkaban.

As the Minister of Magic, he has worked hard to maintain this peaceful scene over the years, and 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 the Dark Lord was afraid of. In this case, Dumbledore could take the opportunity to increase his voice and give himself, as the Minister of Magic, Get it down.

The atmosphere in the principal's room remained deadlocked, and no matter what Dumbledore said, he could not shake Fudge's belief.

Ivan who was watching secretly shook his head. 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 think that this was all a political trick played by Dumbledore. The purpose is to compete with oneself for power.

After a period of fruitless negotiation, Fudge angrily tossed his sleeves and left, but at this moment, footsteps sounded outside the door again.

"Barty should be here!" Dumbledore turned to look at the door and guessed.

Fudge stopped walking.

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

After entering the door, Moody's blue magic eye scanned around the principal's office, noticing the expressions on the faces of Fudge and Dumbledore, he grinned and spoke.

"It seems like your conversation didn't go well?"

"Cornelly doesn't agree with what I said..." Dumbledore replied with a raised brow.

"How do you want me to believe you, Albus?" Fogifford said angrily, "The Ministry of Magic is a place that talks about evidence. You can't expect me to tell those Aurors - Harry, the savior of the wizarding world - Potter had a dream, so they have to waste time and effort to find the mysterious man who has been dead for more than ten years!"

"More than that, a lot of evidence has been placed in front of you, Cornelius! It's just that you insist on not wanting to believe it!" Dumbledore said solemnly.

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

"Or are you referring to this charred corpse whose face is unclear? 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. He was also looking at the body covered with white cloth, with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Connelly! He is my son. I can't be mistaken, and there is no need to lie to you... In addition, I think you should listen to Albus's advice carefully. If you don't understand something, , I will be happy to answer it for you..."

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