Vol 2 Chapter 457: Minister (modified)

When Dumbledore and Voldemort started a grand duel, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, accompanied by Ron Harris, shuttled through the auditorium and visited the wounded wizards.
Fudge felt that his cheeks were sore. He felt as if he had been pitted by Harris. Whatever you show up when they need comfort most can bring them infinite warmth. What is the minister who sent it on behalf of the Ministry of Magic. Condolences can get people's gratitude and support!
It’s not what they imagined. Those family members can be regarded as finding a way to vent, either begging or threatening harshly, asking the Ministry of Magic to publish the truth and severely punish the troublemakers. In order to appease these people, Fudge's bare head was covered with sweat. .
"Minister, wipe your sweat, it's a bit sultry." Lucius Malfoy beside him thoughtfully took out a handkerchief and handed it to Fudge, who wiped his forehead.
"Lucius, the Ministry of Magic will reply to you as soon as possible for the last application you submitted." Fudge raised his chin, his voice full of goodness.
"That's great, Minister Minister." Lucius leaned slightly, with a smile in his eyes-but that smile was not sincere, it was just a polite smile developed by a pure-blood wizard who practiced countless times.
In fact, in Lucius's heart, instead of joy, he hides deep worries and fears.
His former master made such a big movement, such a big move, and he was not only ignorant, he was not even called by the former master. And since he hadn't received any news 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 it attack the Malfoy family?
Thinking of this, Lucius looked worriedly at his son Draco, who was not far away, who was helping to treat the wounded. His heart was both gratified and terrified. Even Decola’s performance just now was the so-called Allen who made the limelight this time? The Harris training class is also remarkable. It is completely different from last year's stubborn little troublemaker. At least this year's Dekola has already advanced by leaps and bounds in spell strength, far surpassing ordinary peers. However, he clearly explained that he must be cautious at this time and don't blindly do this kind of behavior, but he completely forgot after the mudblood girl gave an order, it was a mudblood!
"Please rest assured that our Ministry of Magic must severely punish the culprit, and all those who planned and participated in this attack will receive the most severe sanctions. In fact, based on the situation on the scene, we have already wiped out this group of thugs!" Fudge assured the righteously that he turned around and graciously praised the elite wizards in the training class who was helping with the treatment, "I have seen your performance just now, a great super armor curse. I will wait for you. After graduation, the Ministry of Magic welcomes you to join."
"Especially you, Miss Hermione Granger." Fudge was glamorous, he was satisfied with his memory. "Even if you were born in Muggle, you can be so good. You just organized everyone. Defense, right?"
Although it was praise, this kind of implicit discrimination among pure-blood wizards in the magical world made Hermione just smile stiffly and nodded as admission.
At this moment, Fudge, who inadvertently caught a glimpse of the referee's bench, stared at the referee's bench. He saw Albert go to the referee's bench with a group of uniformly dressed Aurors.
In the arena that gradually returned to order, Barty Crouch stood on the steps of the audience stand, his face more serious than ever, and his yellowish face had no trace of luster. He was like those adult wizards who were not injured in Pomfrey. Under the command of the lady, he was kneeling on one knee to heal the wizards who were injured in the chaos.
At this moment, the sound of hurried leather boots stepping on the ground came, and people cast their eyes in horror in the direction of the sound. Albert took a few uniformed Aurors and walked straight to Batty? Rauch.
Albert habitually stopped behind Mr. Crouch, and raised his hand to signal that his men would stop intending to directly arrest Crouch.
"Director Crouch, please forgive me. We have captured the planner of this attack, and he used the compound potion to transform into Aristo Moody’s Barty Crouch, who is you. According to the preliminary information we obtained from the capture of him, he successfully escaped with the help of you and your dead wife. In order to prevent him from being discovered by outsiders, you even told our own colleague of the Ministry of Magic. Sarah Jorkins illegally used a powerful amnestic spell, causing her to be irreversible amnesia. Finally, because of your relationship with him and your role in the game, we also suspect that you appeared in these games. Some "accidents" are related to this attack, and now you need to return to the Ministry of Magic to cooperate with the investigation."
Albert, as always, used to lower his voice when speaking to Crouch, but the wand he was holding tightly in his hand proved his master's caution.
Crouch just continued to focus on casting healing spells for the wounded, without saying a word, until after the treatment, Barty Crouch stood up, patted the non-existent dust on his knees, and tidied them slowly. The magic robe, finally straightened his hat, turned his head and said solemnly to Albert: "Lead the way!"
From a distance, Fudge saw Crouch being surrounded by Aurors headed by Albert. Crouch could no longer maintain the smile on his face, and said to Renn gloomily: "Owen does Premeditated, what does he want to do?"
Before Lun could explain, he tossed his robe angrily and walked away quickly.
Fudge brewed his anger all the way. As soon as he returned to the Ministry of Magic, Owen Harris, who had just issued an order to lift the blockade, invited him to his own minister's office for an interview.
After learning that not only Crouch, but also the entire power of Crouch 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 on the table in front of the subordinate who had been respectful to him before.
"Owen? Harris! Do you still see me as the Minister of Magic?" Fudge's voice completely covered the painful groan of the face on the spine of the book as he woke up.
"Minister, disposing of Barty Crouch is good for you and me." Mr. Harris sat calmly in the position he usually sits when discussing matters with Fudge. "You haven't been at peace with him for a long time? "
"Don't come here with me, you and I know that he is no longer qualified to be Minister of Magic!" Fudge punched the table angrily.
"Do you know that for the first half of the action tonight, at least in the first half, is your close "friend" Dumbledore one of the masterminds? Although the Auror who participated in the action thought he would deal with his remnants-some Death Eaters, But what Dumbledore told me was—the mysterious man is back." Mr. Harris flicked his fingers on the table.
Fudge's body stiffened, and the information that the mysterious man might return made him stiff his body due to anger suddenly wilted again, and he kept chanting: "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 Deng. After Blido passed, he was cast into a circle that prohibits apparition, just like Hogwarts.
Although we have just received the news that they have returned to the stadium safely, we can't confirm what happened. However, Connelly, as a friend, I have to remind you that regardless of whether Dumbledore’s news about the return of the Dark Lord is true or false, if he does return, then the public will definitely be more willing to see Dumbledore become the leader. Against the Dark Lord, after all, he is the greatest white wizard in the world, isn't he? Conversely, if he did not come back, why did Dumbledore tell us this? Connelly, whether or not the Dark Lord really returns, you should think about your position.
Another thing you need to know is that when I started this semester at Hogwarts, I knew that Moody was impersonated by Barty Crouch Jr., and I wanted to arrest him at the time, but Dumbledore It was his suggestion that prevented us from the Harris family and made us wait until now to act. Who knows what he planned for the extended period of time? But it did give me a good opportunity to expand the results of the battle~EbookFREE.me~ Owen’s words silenced Fudge. When Fudge didn’t say a word, Owen continued to bewilder Fudge: "Of course, I The reason for working with him on this matter is to ensure that I can become Minister of Magic in the future, but I am different from you and Dumbledore..."
Fudge, who was in horror, raised his head suspiciously. Looking at Fudge’s dazed expression, Owen couldn’t help but shook his head and continued: "In this regard, my interests are the same as yours. I don’t. I hope that Dumbledore will come to the front desk and live in his shadow. In the future, as you are now, you will need to ask and respect the opinion of a principal for everything."
"Connelly, I am much younger than both of you. I am fully able to wait for you to retire and then take over as a minister. From the current situation of you and Dumbledore, the time left in your political life There is not much left. If you want to realize your plan and maintain power, you must fight. My gains today are enough to guarantee this. In addition, you are different from Crouch. You made no mistakes. The Ministry of Magic is the most powerful. You’re still the character of, my fight with you will only split the Ministry of Magic. My chances of winning are not big, and it’s easy to give outsiders a chance."
After Owen finished speaking, he picked up the face-looking magic book from the desk and flipped through it casually. After giving Fudge some time to digest his words, he added: "In fact, whoever cooperates with is not a cooperation. Well, although I personally tend to have a good relationship with you, the minister I have always had a good relationship with, but it’s not that unpleasant to work with Dumbledore today. If I choose him now, it’s hard to endure for a few years, but I think I can still sit In the position I want, Minister Fudge."