"I'll say it last time, the mysterious man was not resurrected at all! There was no party of Death Eaters!"

Minister Fudge was very loud, his face was red, and it seemed that he needed to plug in a fresh oxygen cylinder to breathe.

He waved his arms and said excitedly:

"The Death Eaters are waiting in Azkaban, and there are dementors watching.

Everything is safe and under my perfect control.

The magic world is peaceful, the wizard lives and works in peace, and the whole family is happy!”

"Connelly, you delayed the whole plan. We could have caught the Death Eaters..." Dumbledore said annoyed.

Fuji was shocked, as if someone gave him a left jab in front of him and rubbed him with his right eye.

"Don't mention that damn name! Albus, the mysterious man has long died, he has long died, so be awake!

Have you drunk fake wine?”

Fudge jumped and jumped in place, but he looked like the one who drank fake wine.

"I don't allow any Aurors to go to the so-called cemetery, do you hear, Delis, where have you died?"

"Mr. Minister, I've been watching at the door." Delis walked in.

"Then let's see!" Fudge shouted: "If anyone dares to leave half a step, drive me out of the Ministry of Magic immediately and never hire me!"

Because he lets Black go, Forge always thought that Delix was the second-five-child and Dumbledore's man.

That's why he was asked to stay at the door to prevent him from taking Auror to the cemetery, but behind his back, Kingsley went to look at the others.

But Delis didn't know and was still excitedly saying, "It's Mr. Minister, I'm staring."

The door was opened again, and Mrs. Longbottom walked in in a angrily way.

She was arguing with Umbridge, and Neville followed the last.

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore asked sternly, looking at Umbridge, and then looking at Mrs. Longbottom.

"It's nothing, Professor Dumbledore." Umbridge pinched his throat and smiled.

Dumbledore ignored Umbridge at all, but looked at Mrs. Longbottom and asked:

"Augusta, you should be guarding Batty Crouch Jr...."

Umbridge's face looked a little ugly.

"There is no need to watch him anymore, Dumbledore!" Mrs. Longbottom said angrily, "This Ministry of Magic official ensures this!"

A blush of anger appeared on Mrs. Longbottom's cheek, and her hands clenched into fists, as if she wanted to slap Umbridge.

"She suddenly brought the dementor into the room, and the dementor rushed towards Crouch, and then gave him...a kiss!"

Neville shivered, as if he was still thinking about the terrible scene just now.

"My dear Mrs. Longbottom!" Fudge explained, "It was the dementor I brought to Dolores.

As the Minister of Magic, I have the right to decide whether I am willing to take a bodyguard, because Crouch is very dangerous.”

"But he can't come out to testify now, Connelly." Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

He stared at Fudge sharply, as if he had seen through him clearly for the first time.

"He can't provide evidence of his plans."

"Plan? Hey, this is obvious!" Fuji snorted:

"He is a lunatic, just like Black! When he enters Hogwarts, he just kills people to avenge his master!!"

"He was following Voldemort's orders, Connelly," Dumbledore said.

"Crouch used the Soul-Snatching Spell to control Ludo, Crum, Weasley and Harry.

Voldemort restored his body.”

Umbridge took a breath of air conditioning, seemingly frightened.

"William has gone to save Harry and will bring him back." Dumbledore said firmly.

"They witnessed Voldemort's resurrection."

Fudge turned his head and deliberately did not look into Dumbledore's eyes.

He pinched his collar and said uneasy:

"Dumbledore, I advise you not to listen to the wind and rain, and always want to make big news!

This is fake news, wait for William to come back..."

"It's not fake news, the mysterious man has come back!" Neville, who had been standing in the corner, suddenly said.

"My grandma and I both heard Crouch's words."

Fuji turned his head in shock, and everyone looked at Neville.

Neville's hands were trembling, his empty palms clenched into fists, and he shouted loudly at the Minister of Magic:

"The mysterious man is resurrected! What are you afraid of?!"

"Scared?" Fuji seemed to step on his tail and said in anger:

“Reverse, reverse!

Even a little wizard dared to talk to me, the minister like this."

"You fool!" Mrs. Longbottom shouted: "Bah! Even my grandson is not as good as you!

No, you are far worse than my grandson!”

Fuji's face turned purple and red, as if he was about to suffocate.

"In my opinion, you are all determined to create a panic that will destroy everything we have worked hard to create over the past thirteen years!"

"Voldemort is back," Dumbledore said again, "Connelly, if you accept this fact immediately and take the necessary measures, we may also save the situation."

Dumbledore's voice gradually increased.

“As long as I follow my advice, the Ministry of Magic and the entire wizarding world will always remember you and regard you as the greatest Minister of Magic of All Time.

If you don’t take action, history will hold you firmly on the pillar of shame.”

"Absurd!" Fuji whispered, continuing to step back step by step, "Crazy...you're crazy!"

Dumbledore said disappointedly: “If you keep holding on, we have to part ways.

You are your Minister of Magic. I act according to my will."

Fudge was furious, as if Dumbledore was approaching him with a magic wand.

"Okay, OK, Dumbledore," he waved his arm:

"So, are you going to go against me? Want to compete with me?

I have always respected you. I may not agree with some of your decisions, but I always keep it…”

The door was pushed open again.

"Forget it, professor, you can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep. He is wasting our time."

William took Hermione and walked in quickly, following Professor McGonagall.

William still had blood on his body, and he looked murderous.

"William, are you injured?" Dumbledore cared.

"It's Voldemort's blood... I stabbed him several times and was seriously injured. Maybe he needs a medic now." William said calmly.

Everyone in the principal's office gasped.

But only Dumbledore understood William's words.

It's time to send a gold medal little spy... Professor Snape is here.

"William." Fudge whirled his dome hat, with a hint of desire in his voice, "He won't come back, it's impossible...you...you tell Albus..."

William didn't pay any attention to Fudge anymore, and didn't even look at him.

A minister who can't stay in office for too long is not worth his much trouble.

"Connelly, the only thing we want to do against," Dumbledore said, "is Voldemort. If you object to him, Connelly, then we are still in the same camp."

Fudge couldn't seem to think of how to answer. His two little feet stood steadily, shook for a while, looked up at Dumbledore, and whispered:

"I don't know what tricks you guys are playing, Dumbledore, I've heard enough.

I'll contact you tomorrow and it's time to discuss how this school runs. I have to go back to the Ministry of Magic."

He stopped just after he walked to the door, turned around, strode past the room, and stopped beside Hermione.

"You've won the prize, Miss Granger!" he said briefly, pulling out a large bag of gold coins from his pocket.

"One Thousand King Garon. There should have been an award ceremony, but you took such a short time to win the championship in the hands of the twenty-three warriors.

But in this situation…”
To be continued...