HP Magic Biography

The surrounding area was eerily quiet, and everyone looked at Fudge in disbelief.

Fudge still had that odd smile on. He glanced at Harry again before answering.

You have to believe that crazy killer and a child, saying that Duke Voldemort is back? Alas...

Fudge glared at Harry again, and Harry understood in an instant.

You've read the Daily Prophet about Harry, Mr. Fudge, he said quietly.

Ron, Hermione, Mrs. Weasley and Bill all jumped up.

None of them knew that Harry was awake.

Fudge blushed a little, but there was a stubborn, stubborn look on his face.

So what? he said, looking at Dumbledore. If I find out you're keeping something a secret about this kid? A Pselmus (Parseltongue), eh? Always acting Farce?—”

I'm sure you mean Harry's pain from his wounds? said Dumbledore coldly.

Are you admitting his pain? said Fudge quickly. A headache? A nightmare? Or maybe—'a hallucination'?

Listen to me, Connelly, said Dumbledore.

He took a step towards Fudge, again with unspeakable force, Harry is as sane as you and me, and the scar on his forehead didn't confuse him. I believe that when Voldemort was near him, It hurt him once when he looked murderous.

Fudge took half a step back, but still stubborn. You'll forgive me, Dumbledore, but I've heard of cursed scars as a kind of alarm bell before...

I see Voldemort is back, Harry exclaimed. He tried to jump out of bed again, but was stopped by Mrs. Weasley. I saw those corpse eaters! I can name them, Lucius Malfoy—

Snape moved suddenly, but when Harry looked at him, his eyes flicked to Lawyer.

Malfoy has been ruled out, said Fudge, visibly offended, that's an ancient family, dedicated to a good cause...

Menaya, continued Harry. Excluded too! Now working for a minister.

...Clar... Goyle.

You're just repeating the names of people who were declared not to be Corpse Eaters thirteen years ago! said Fudge angrily. You can find those names in the old records of the trial. For God's sake, Dumbledore ——This boy was also full of those weird stories at the end of last year——His story is getting bigger and bigger, but you can believe it——This boy can talk to snakes, Dumbledore, do you think he is credible? ?”

You idiot, McGonagall shouted, Cedric Diggory hasn't come back yet, and the deaths of people like Mr. Crouch are definitely not the random actions of a lunatic.

I don't see a plot either! cried Fudge, matching her anger with his purple face, it seems to me that you are all determined to stir up a panic that will destroy our past Thirteen years of stability!

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. He'd always thought of Fudge as a kind man, a bit of nonsense, a little bombastic, but essentially good, but now standing before him was a timid, angry wizard who flatly refused to accept that in his comfortable and well-organized The destruction that occurred in the pre-ordered world-do not believe that Voldemort can be resurrected.

Voldemort is back, repeated Dumbledore. If you accept this fact at once, and take the necessary steps, we may still be able to save the situation, the first and foremost step being to free Azkaban from the dementors. .”

Ridiculous! cried Fudge again. Turn off the dementors! I'll be kicked out of this job for suggesting that! We know that half the people in Azkaban can sleep at night with dementors guarding them. safe.

The rest did not sleep so well, Connelly, knowing that you put Voldemort's most dangerous follower in the hands of a herd of... animals that would answer his call, said Dumbledore. You are loyal, Fudge! To be precise, they have never been loyal to anyone, and Voldemort can provide them with greater power and more happiness! As long as there are dementors behind him and death eaters who return, you It will be very difficult to prevent him from regaining the power he had thirteen years ago.

Fudge's mouth opened and closed, as if his anger could be described in words.

The first step you must take—now, continued Dumbledore, is to send messengers to the giants.

Send messengers to the giants? screamed Fudge, as if he had something to say. What kind of crazy idea is that?

Extend them a hand of friendship before it's too late, said Dumbledore, or Voldemort will convince them, as he did before, that he alone can give people power and liberty.

You—you're not serious! gasped Fudge. He shook his head, then backed away from Dumbledore in the opposite direction, If word spread throughout the magical community that I approached those people... people hated them, Dumbledore - it would have ended my career.

You're blind, said Dumbledore, his voice raised, and there was a palpable air of strength around him.

Dumbledore's voice became extremely steady, You are blinded by the love of your position, Connelly! You always value the so-called pure blood too much as before. You can't see the key It's not what people are born with, it's what they grow up to be. Your Dementor has just destroyed the last surviving member of the last purebred family - see how that man will shape his life .I'm telling you now - follow the steps I just suggested and you'll be hailed in and out of office as the bravest and greatest master of magic we've ever known. Don't and history will remember you To go astray, to give Voldemort a second chance to destroy the world we worked so hard to create.

Unconscious, Fudge grumbled, and stepped back even more, Crazy.

Is this the explanation you gave? Fudge shouted angrily, he had never been so angry before, why did Dumbledore threaten him?

He hadn't been threatened in a long time.

Only Dumbledore, damn it, only Dumbledore was still threatening him.

That's the explanation I gave, you gotta do it, Connelly, it's in everybody's interest.

Benefits? Fudge sneered, I think you're lying, Dumbledore!

Voldemort didn't come back, he's dead, a dead man...it's just...