I was expelled from Hogwarts?

The two corpses were carried ashore, their limbs were twisted, their bodies were swollen, and their faces, which had been bitten by fish, were already pitted.

Fudge only felt that the breakfast was churning in his stomach, but he forced himself to tighten his lips, turned his head, and asked:

Who will tell how they died... drowned?

Scrimgeour knelt down beside the corpse, inspecting his subordinates, he said with a gloomy face:

Killing Curse!

Who would do that? Fudge yelled in disgust. Peterina Pettigrew? How could he kill three Aurors back under that restraint?

If Peter could do it, he wouldn't be Wormtail, but the Dark Lord. A crippled man, with his eyes wide open, said in a rough voice:

Some Death Eaters must have rescued him!

Death Eaters? Fudge gasped, and he quickly denied:

No, Moody...the Death Eaters have already entered Azkaban. Under my management, the wizarding world has been safe for the past few years. Where did the Death Eaters come from?

Isn't Pettigrew Peter a Death Eater? Moody sneered and said:

He has been on the run for eleven years, but he has not been arrested. Maybe there are many accomplices like him who are at large.

Like... Malfoy?

Don't talk nonsense. Fudge fiddled with his top hat uneasily, he forced a smile, and said in a small voice:

Lucius was controlled by the Imperius Curse back then, and he has long been proven innocent.

Innocent? Moody stared at Fudge, who rolled the magic eye in his socket.

Fudge didn't like that eyeball, it reminded him of Moody killing the Death Eaters, but he went on self-consciously:

Besides, Lucius has always been very supportive of the Ministry of Magic. The Quidditch World Cup will be held next year, and there is still a large gap in the construction of the venue. Lucius generously donated a large sum of gold... He is a rare good man .”

Good guy? Moody's mouth was already crooked, and it will be even more crooked. He pretended to smile and said:

If a person who donates more gold is a good person, then Malfoy does meet the standard, after all he never spared Garen.

Mr. Minister, I would like to ask... I don't know how much gold I should donate to change your view of Malfoy?

Moody, do you take me for a chameleon? Fudge was furious.

Of course, did I see it wrong? Moody turned the magic eye again, and he suddenly showed a surprised look and said:

Okay, I did read wrong, you are not a chameleon, you are a greedy... Sniff.

Fudge was furious. He looked around and made sure that there were several Aurors standing around him protecting him, and then he yelled:

Moody, watch your tone, I'm still your minister, show some respect!

Not anymore, Moody growled gruffly at Fudge. I'm retiring, and you can't control me.

Moody took a limping step, turned and left, and there was a dead silence all around, only the sound of the waves washing over the rocks.

After Moody walked away, Fudge, whose face was cloudy and uncertain, cursed:

This old bastard, Mad-Eye... just relying on his seniority to sell his old... Rufus, don't you care about your subordinates?

Connelly, Alastor is about to retire, how can I take care of him? Scrimgeour stood up and said:

Besides, he usually treats me like this.

You're the Head of the Auror Office! Fudge shouted.

But my qualifications are far inferior to Moody's. Scrimgeour replied neither soft nor hard:

Half of the cells in Azkaban are filled by him, and many young Aurors are also taught by him.

If it wasn't for Moody's unwillingness, he would have been the head of the Auror office long ago.

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I knew I would give Peter a kiss! Fudge said angrily.

That's after he's caught. Scrimgeour said in a deep voice, Connelly, the most urgent task is to send Aurors to hunt down Peter.

The Ministry of Magic will also develop a press conference to inform all wizards of this matter and make them be careful.

Peter is an illegal Animagus, and he might do the trick again, hiding in someone's house as a mouse.

Fudge said nothing.

If other prisoners escaped, that's fine, but it happened to be Pettigrew Peter.

Catch Peter and get revenge for Blake, which is Fudge's biggest political achievement since he took office for three years.

He also used this incident to attack Crouch and suspend the political opponent for investigation.

In order to give themselves a good face, during this period of time, the major newspapers, under the hint of Fudge, reported on Peter every day and publicized his horror.

Under the propaganda of various authoritative figures and experts, Peter's image in the hearts of the masses is about to become the second-in-command among the Death Eaters, second only to Voldemort.

But now that the two levels are reversed and Peter is lost, it will inevitably cause a huge panic.

Can he tell everyone again that Peter is not dangerous at all, just a small character in Death Eaters?

Then what you encounter is not just a backlash from public opinion, at least a hat of incompetence will definitely be put on it.

It's really shooting yourself in the foot.

Umbridge glanced at Fudge, knowing what the minister was thinking, she smiled at Scrimgeour and said:

Mr Scrimgeour, in good conscience, I can really understand your sense of urgency, and we all know that Peter's escape is a terrible and bad thing, a disaster.

But those of us in politics must put the welfare of all wizards first.

How? Scrimgeour raised his eyebrows.

Rushlessly announcing Peter's escape now will cause unnecessary panic among the masses and affect their normal life.

Next year is the Quidditch World Cup. At this critical juncture, the scandal of Peter's escape is bound to affect the holding of the World Cup. We must focus on the overall situation!

Scrimgeour sneered, So let's leave it at that, and pretend that Pettigrew Peter has been imprisoned in Azkaban?

No, I mean don't spread the word and suppress this matter. Umbridge laughed:

It's best for Peter to show up by himself. We can determine his location immediately. If he doesn't show up, we will send Aurors to search slowly.

Scrimgeour suppressed his anger and said, Mr. Minister, do you think so too?

What Dolores said makes sense, I'm thinking about it. Fudge responded vaguely.

Scrimgeour snorted, turned and walked away, the fur cloak rolling behind him.

After he was gone, Fudge and Umbridge exchanged a quick look.

This group of guys...have no respect for me as a minister! Fudge became annoyed, and he said to Umbridge:

Seal this matter first, and no one is allowed to leak it.

A beetle crawled up Fudge's collar, and the sound of its wings vibrating made Fudge restless. He patted his clothes and said:

You must not let Rita Skeeter know about this matter. If that woman finds out, she will definitely spread the word.

Yes, sir! Umbridge said curiously.

The driven beetle circled in the air, then wandered back and landed on Fudge.

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