Chapter 457 Minister (Revised)

When Dumbledore and Voldemort were engaged in an unprecedented duel, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, accompanied by Len Harris, walked through the audience to visit the injured wizards.

Fudge felt that his cheeks were aching. He felt as if he had been tricked by Harris. Why did you show up to bring them infinite warmth when they needed comfort the most? Condolences can bring people’s gratitude and support!

It was not what they imagined at all. Those family members found a way to vent, either pleading or sternly threatening, asking the Ministry of Magic to reveal the truth and severely punish the troublemakers. In order to appease these people, Fudge's bare forehead was covered with beads of sweat. .

"Minister, wipe your sweat. It's a bit hot out here." Lucius Malfoy, who was beside him, considerately took out a handkerchief and handed it to Fudge, who wiped his forehead.

"Lucius, for the application you submitted last time, the Ministry of Magic will respond to you as soon as possible." Fudge raised his chin, his voice full of good intentions.

"That's great, Your Excellency Minister." Lucius bowed slightly, with a smile in his eyes - but the smile was not sincere, it was just a polite smile that a pure-blood wizard had practiced countless times.

In fact, in Lucius's heart, instead of being happy, he was hiding deep worries and fears.

His former master made such a big noise and made such a big move, but not only did he not know anything about it, he was not even summoned by his former master. And since he had no information at all beforehand, he was unable to give any warning to the Harris family. Did the Dark Lord and Harris doubt the loyalty of the Malfoy family? Will they take action against the Malfoy family?

Thinking of this, Lucius looked worriedly at his son Draco who was helping to treat the wounded not far away. He felt both relieved and afraid. The performance of Draco just now was even the so-called Alan who was in the limelight this time. The Harris training class is also quite remarkable. Unlike last year when he was still a naughty little troublemaker, this year's Decorah has at least made rapid progress in terms of magic power, far exceeding the average of his peers. However, he had clearly told him to be careful at times like this and not to act like this blindly, but he completely forgot about it after that damn mudblood girl gave her order. That was a mudblood!

"Please rest assured that our Ministry of Magic will severely punish the culprits. All those who planned and participated in this attack will accept the most severe sanctions. In fact, judging from the situation on the scene, we have already wiped out all these thugs!" Fudge promised righteously, and turned around to praise the elite wizards in the training class who were helping with treatment in a graceful manner, "I just saw your performance, great super-powerful iron armor spell. Wait until you Graduation, the Ministry of Magic welcomes you to join us."

"Especially you, Miss Hermione Granger." Fudge said with a smile on his face. He was very satisfied with his memory. "Even if you are born as a Muggle, you can do so well. You were the one who organized everyone just now. Defense, right?”

Although it was a compliment, Hermione just smiled stiffly and nodded in recognition of the implicit discrimination that existed among pure-blood wizards in the magical world.

At this moment, Fudge, who accidentally glanced at the referee's seat, was glazed over. He saw Albert leading a group of Aurors in uniform to the referee's seat.

In the arena where order was gradually restored, Barty Crouch stood on the steps of the spectator stands, his face more serious than before, with no luster on his withered face. Like the uninjured adult wizards, he was in Pomfrey. Under the command of the madam, he was kneeling on the ground to treat the wizards who were injured in the chaos.

At this moment, the sound of hurried leather boots on the ground came. People turned their eyes in the direction of the sound in horror. Albert led several uniformed Aurors and walked straight towards Barty Ke. Rauch.

Albert habitually stopped behind Mr. Crouch and raised his hand to signal his men to stop their intention to directly and roughly arrest Crouch.

"Director Crouch, please forgive me, we have captured the mastermind of this attack, and he is Barty Crouch Jr. who used the compound potion to transform into Alastor Moody, that is you. son. According to the preliminary information we obtained through Legilimency on him, he successfully escaped from prison with the help of you and your deceased wife, and in order to prevent him from being discovered by outsiders, you even targeted our own colleague at the Ministry of Magic, Uncle Sarah Jorkins illegally used a powerful amnesia spell, causing her current irreversible amnesia. Finally, because of your relationship with him and the role you played in the game, we also suspect that you have anything to do with the people who appeared in these games. Some "accidents" are related to this attack, and now you need to return to the Ministry of Magic with us to cooperate with the investigation."

Albert, as usual, lowered his voice when speaking to Crouch, but the wand he was clutching in his hand proved his master's caution.

Crouch just continued to focus on casting healing spells on the injured without saying a word. After the treatment was completed, Barty Crouch stood up, patted the non-existent dust on his knees, and tidied up slowly. Magic robe, finally adjusted his hat, then turned to Albert and said in a deep voice: "Lead the way!"

From a distance, Fudge saw Crouch being surrounded by Aurors headed by Albert and Crouch was leaving. He could no longer maintain the smile on his face and said to Lunn gloomily: "Irving has something." It was premeditated, what did he want to do?"

Before Lun En could explain, he shook his robe angrily and left quickly.

Fudge had been simmering with anger all the way. As soon as he returned to the Ministry of Magic, he was invited to his own minister's office for an interview by Owen Harris, who had just issued an order to lift the blockade.

After learning that not only Crouch, but the entire Crouch's power in the Ministry of Magic had been annexed and replaced by Owen Harris, Fudge could no longer bear it. He stood up and put a book on the spine. The thick publication with a human face was slapped hard on the table in front of the subordinate who had always been respectful to him.

"Owen Harris! Do you still have eyes for me, the Minister of Magic?" Fudge's voice completely covered up the painful groan of the human face on the spine of the book as he was thrown awake.

"Minister, it would be good for you and me to get rid of Barty Crouch." Mr. Harris calmly sat down in the seat where he usually sat when discussing matters with Fudge. "You have been at odds with him for a long time, haven't you? "

"Don't play this trick with me, you and I both know that he is no longer qualified to be the Minister of Magic!" Fudge punched the table angrily.

"Do you know that your close "friend" Dumbledore is one of the masterminds of tonight's operation, at least the first half of it? Although the Aurors involved in the operation thought they were going to deal with his remnants - some Death Eaters, But what Dumbledore told me was - You-Know-Who is back." Mr. Harris flicked his fingers on the table.

Fudge's body stiffened. The information about the mysterious man's possible return made his body, which had been upright with anger, suddenly slump again. He kept mumbling: "This is not true, this is impossible, the mysterious man is dead." …”

"Is it true? I think he will take the initiative to contact you soon, Minister. According to the current situation, when our Auror was preparing to go to the scene to cooperate with the operation, he found that the place was between Harry Potter and Dun After Bledo passed by, someone cast a magic circle that prohibited phantom transference just like Hogwarts.

Although we just received the news that they have returned to the stadium safely, we can't confirm what exactly happened now. However, Connelly, as a friend, I have to remind you, regardless of whether Dumbledore's news about the return of the Dark Lord is true or false, if he does come back, then the public will definitely be more willing to see Dumbledore become a leader. Fight against the Dark Lord. After all, he is the greatest white wizard in the world, isn't he? On the other hand, if he didn't come back, why would Dumbledore tell us this? Connelly, whether the Dark Lord is really back or not, you should carefully consider your position.

Another thing you need to know is that I knew that Moody was impersonated by Barty Crouch Jr. at the beginning of this semester at Hogwarts. I wanted to arrest him at that time, but Dumbledore It was his advice that stopped us, the Harris family, from waiting until now. Who knows what he was planning by prolonging his time for so long? But it did give me a good opportunity to expand my results. UU Reading www.uukanshu.netｔ”

Owen's words made Fudge fall silent. Seeing that Fudge didn't say a word, Owen continued to bewitch Fudge: "Of course, the reason why I cooperated with him on this matter is to ensure that I can naturally become a magician in the future. Minister, but I am different from you and Dumbledore..."

Fudge, who was in shock, raised his head in confusion when he heard this. Looking at Fudge's blank expression, Owen couldn't help but shook his head and continued: "In this regard, your interests and mine are consistent. I am also not interested. I hope that Dumbledore will come to the front and live in his shadow. In the future, you will need to ask and respect the opinion of a headmaster in everything like you do now."

"Connelly, I am much younger than both of you. I can completely wait for you to work until you retire and then naturally take over the position of minister. Judging from the current situation of you and Dumbledore, the remaining time of your political life is There is not much left. If you want to realize your plan and maintain power, you must fight for it. What I have gained today is enough to ensure this. In addition, you are different from Crouch. You have not made any mistakes. The Ministry of Magic is the most powerful. The real person is still you, and my fight with you will only start to split the Ministry of Magic. Not only do I have a slim chance of winning, it will also easily create opportunities for outsiders."

After Owen finished speaking, he picked up the magic book with a human face from the desk and flipped through it casually. After giving Fudge some time to digest what he said, he added: "In fact, cooperating with someone is not cooperation. Well, although my personal preference is you, the Minister, with whom I have always had a good relationship, working with Dumbledore today is not that unpleasant. If I choose him now, I will probably have to endure it for a few more years, but I think I can finally sit down. Get the position I want, Secretary Fudge."