Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

As Voldemort blasted open the gates of Azkaban, Cornelius Fudge was leisurely working overtime in the Minister for Magic's office.

His desk was covered with documents, and a magic quill hovered in the air, ready to record his brilliant decisions. Fudge, however, picked up a cup of steaming coffee, took a slow sip, and his face was filled with a complacent smile.

"During the Christmas holidays, the entire Ministry of Magic is empty, with hardly anyone on duty," he thought smugly, "but I, as the Minister for Magic, am still diligently guarding my post."

He hummed softly, inwardly praising his dedication, even secretly feeling that there was no Minister for Magic more dedicated than himself.

"With me, Cornelius Fudge, as Minister, it's truly a blessing for the entire wizarding world. I must get the 'Daily Prophet' to publish a special report and start a wave of learning from the Minister for Magic in the wizarding world."

He put down his coffee cup, cheerfully opened a document, and was just about to bury himself in work when a rapid ringing sounded from his pocket.

He took out his magic phone and saw that it was the President of the Magical Congress of the United States of America calling.

What does this guy want from me?

Is he going to send Christmas greetings? Or has he heard of my heroic act of sticking to my post even during the holidays and is preparing to express his admiration?

Fudge smiled, pressed the answer button, and put the receiver to his ear.

However, before he could say "Hello," a deafening roar came from the receiver.

"Cornelius Fudge! What the hell is your British Ministry of Magic doing! Are you deliberately sharing false information to harm us?"

The piercing roar came from the magic phone, making Fudge's ears ache. He moved the phone slightly away from his ear and was just about to ask what the other person meant when he heard them continue to shout.

"Didn't you keep saying that the Dark Lord hadn't returned? You bastard, you've screwed us over."

The Dark Lord?

Fudge's heart leaped into his throat, and the smile on his face vanished. He swallowed hard, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

"W-wait a minute, what exactly is going on..." He just opened his mouth when he was interrupted again.

"You still dare to pretend to be confused! Do you know how many people have died? Do you know that Ilvermorny Headmaster Agilbert has also been killed?! It's all because of your incompetence and false information!"

Fudge's face changed from flustered to pale, and he almost couldn't hold the magic phone in his hand. He felt his mind go blank, and he could only listen to the continuous stream of curses coming from the receiver.

The other party cursed for a full ten minutes, and after finishing, didn't even bother to say another word, directly cutting off contact with Fudge.

The busy tone coming from the receiver left Fudge sitting blankly in his chair, unable to recover for a long time. He stiffly put down the magic phone, as if the whole world had suddenly lost its color.

The Dark Lord had really returned and had gone to cause trouble in the American wizarding world.

Because of the Dark Lord, almost all of America's elite Aurors were dead, and Ilvermorny Headmaster Agilbert had also died.

Merlin's beard!

This can't be real, right?

How could this happen?

Fudge's eyes were unfocused, and the cold sweat on his forehead dripped down his temples, as if he heard the sound of his world collapsing, and the silence in the office made this fear even clearer.

Suddenly, he jumped to his feet and began to pace frantically around the office.

Think of a solution quickly, this news is too big, it definitely can't be hidden!

But how should he tell the wizarding world? Should he contact Dumbledore?

No! He can't contact Dumbledore, even if he resigns, he can't contact him, that guy is just waiting to see a joke.

Fudge began rummaging through drawers and cabinets, finding a letter of resignation that he had prepared long ago.

Alas...

Now that things have come to this, the only path he can take is to resign and take responsibility.

Fudge sighed and was just about to see if he needed to revise the letter of resignation when he heard a continuous series of explosions.

He angrily opened the door and grabbed a wizard on duty, asking, "What's going on? Where are these explosions coming from?"

"I don't know, Minister, I just came out too..."

Fudge released the other person and walked angrily towards the elevator.

"I'm going to see which idiot has caused this mess, don't they know I'm in a bad mood right now."

Just as he reached the elevator, he heard the alarm blaring throughout the Ministry of Magic.

Maximum security alert?!

Who is setting off the maximum security alert without my permission?

Suddenly, Fudge's heart leaped with panic.

Could it be that the Dark Lord has attacked? Isn't he in the American wizarding world?

Ding—

The elevator in front of him opened, and the frantic captain of the Auror squad ran out.

"Minister, I was just looking for you, the Dark Lord has attacked with Death Eaters." Without explanation, the squad captain directly pulled Fudge into the elevator.

"Nonsense! You're lying, aren't you?" Fudge said, his face pale, gnashing his teeth, "All the Death Eaters are in Azkaban, guarded by hundreds of Dementors, how could the Dark Lord bring them to attack?"

"This is an undeniable fact, Minister." The squad captain released his grip on Fudge, saying coldly, "The Dementors have likely betrayed us, and I must remind you, the Dark Lord has already taken people to the Ministry of Magic's atrium."

"An emergency help signal has been sent out, you need to stall the Dark Lord until reinforcements arrive."

Stall the Dark Lord?

Me?

Fudge's mind went blank, and before he could say anything, he was dragged out of the elevator by the squad captain and arrived at the Ministry of Magic's atrium.

The Ministry of Magic's atrium was in chaos, with many Death Eaters waving their wands and bombarding various facilities.

It was a mess. The once magnificent marble floor was now covered with charred cracks and deep explosion craters, as if torn apart by the claws of a dragon.

Some floor fragments were even blasted high into the air, hanging on the magical chandeliers on the atrium's dome, precarious and ready to fall at any time.

In the center of the atrium, the fountain sculpture symbolizing the authority of the Ministry of Magic no longer existed. The metal wizard and house-elf statues had been blasted into countless fragments, scattered everywhere.

The Death Eaters waved their wands, wantonly destroying everything in the atrium.

Their laughter, spells, and fanatical shouts echoed in the space, mixed with the roar of magical explosions, forming a suffocating noise storm.

Some unlucky Ministry of Magic employees failed to escape in time and were cowering in the corners, trembling. Their faces were filled with terror and despair, but they didn't dare to make a sound, fearing that they would attract Voldemort's attention.

Bellatrix stepped on the shattered floor, surveying the mess with satisfaction, her face filled with a crazy smile. "Well done, my friends! Let the entire wizarding world know that we have returned!"

She shot a spell at the ceiling, and the magical chandelier originally hanging on the atrium's dome finally couldn't hold on, crashing down with shattered metal and glass, making a deafening noise on the ground.

Looking at those ragged Death Eaters, with their hideous smiles and wanton destruction, Fudge's face was completely devoid of color.

As if sensing Fudge's arrival, the Dark Lord turned around, staring at him with his scarlet eyes. He slowly opened his mouth, his voice low and with a strange magnetism.

"Cornelius Fudge, I am very pleased to see you here..."