[HP]Hogwarts famous beauties

"Minerva and Severus have no doubt told you," said Dumbledore, "that we heard the confession of Barty Crouch Jr. Voldemort freed him from his father and used him to capture Harry. The plan worked. He has helped Voldemort return."

"Listen to me, Dumbledore," Fudge said, "You can't really believe all this. The mysterious man is back? Needless to say, Crouch Jr. may have thought that he was following the mysterious man's instructions, but How can you take the words of such a madman seriously?”

"Tonight, when Harry touched the Triwizard Cup, he was sent directly to Voldemort." Dumbledore said firmly. "He witnessed Voldemort's resurrection. You might as well come to my office and I will Explain everything to you.”

"Yes, Winter said the same thing when he rescued me." Cedric said softly beside Winter's bed.

"Haha, my boy, this is just what a fourteen-year-old girl said to let the warriors of their academy win the championship!" Fudge stared at Winter, who was still sleeping, with that weird smile still on his face, He looked at Harry again, then turned his gaze back to Dumbledore, and said: "You...are going to take everything you say about these two children, aren't you, Dumbledore?"

There was a moment of silence, and then Sirius barked. He bristled the hair on his neck and bared his tusks at Fudge.

"Of course I believe in my students," Dumbledore said, his eyes shining brightly at this time. "I listened to Crouch Jr.'s confession, and also listened to Harry's account of what happened after he touched the Triwizard Cup. What they both said made sense.”

Fudge still had that weird smile on his face, "Are you ready to believe that Voldemort has returned, to listen to the words of a mentally disturbed murderer and two children, and these two children...them..."

"You must be reading Rita Skeeter, Mr. Fudge," Harry said softly.

Ron, Hermione, Mrs. Weasley and Bill were all startled. None of them noticed that Harry was awake.

"Uh..." Winter called out and slowly opened his eyes. "It's so noisy..." She put her head on her hands, and Cedric quickly sat next to her, "Are you feeling better?"

"What are they arguing about..." Winter said, rubbing his temples.

"In addition, I discovered," Cornelius Fudge looked at Dumbledore and said, "I discovered that you have been hiding certain things about this child from reporting, right?"

"I think you are probably referring to the pain in the scar that Harry has been feeling?" Dumbledore said coldly.

"So, you admit that he has been feeling these pains?" Fudge said quickly. "Headache? Nightmares? Maybe hallucinations?"

"Listen to me, Cornelius," said Dumbledore, taking a step towards Fudge. "Harry is as sane and rational as you and I, and the scar on his forehead does not confuse his brain. I believe that, Harry's scar only hurt when Voldemort was lurking nearby or when he felt particularly murderous."

Fudge took half a step back from Dumbledore, but his expression remained stubborn. "Forgive me, Dumbledore, but I've never heard of Hex scars acting as alarm bells before..."

"I saw with my own eyes that Voldemort was back!" Harry shouted. He struggled to get out of the bed, but Mrs. Weasley held him back. "I saw the Death Eaters with my own eyes! I can name them!..."

"For God's sake, at the end of last year, this boy's head was full of weird stories he was making up! His lies were getting weirder and weirder, and you actually believed them all! This boy could talk to snakes , Dumbledore, and you still think he is trustworthy?"

"I can also testify..." Winter stood up weakly and leaned into Cedric's arms.

"You? Little girl, you didn't even touch that trophy, and you drove away the dementors!" Fudge stared at Winter angrily, his face turning purple, "It seems to me that you are all determined to create a This kind of panic will destroy everything we have worked hard to build over the past thirteen years!"

"Voldemort is back," Dumbledore said again. "Fudge, if you accept this fact immediately and take the necessary measures, we may still be able to save the situation. The first and most important step is to free Azkaban from capture. The control of ghost monsters..."

"Playing the piano!" cried Fudge again. "Remove the dementors? I'll be kicked out of the office if I make this suggestion! Half of us know there's a dementor on guard in Azkaban, and we won't be able to do it until night. Get some sleep!"

"Cornelly, if we knew that you were letting Voldemort's most dangerous best friend guard those who would serve him at the first command, then the rest of us would not sleep well!" Dumbledore said.

Fudge's mouth opened and closed as if there were no words to express his rage.

"Connelly, you are too obsessed with your official position, which makes you lose your due judgment." Dumbledore said, his voice gradually increased, and people could feel the aura of power surrounding him. His eyes were shining brightly.

"You have always been like this! You don't realize that a person's origin is not important, what is important is what kind of person he grows up to be! Let me tell you now, as long as you follow my advice and take some measures, then the Ministry of Magic and The entire wizarding world will forever remember you as the bravest and greatest Minister of Magic ever. If you don't take action, history will also remember that you stood by and gave Voldemort a second chance. Destroy the world we worked so hard to rebuild!"

"Absurd," Fudge whispered, continuing to back away. "Crazy..."

There was a moment of silence. Madam Pomfrey stood blankly beside Harry's bed, her hand covering her mouth. Mrs. Weasley was still standing in front of Harry, holding his shoulders with both hands to prevent him from getting up. Bill, Ron and Hermione all stared at Fudge in surprise, Winter was in Cedric's arms, and Cedric Ke looked at Fudge angrily.

"If you persist in this way, Cornelius," said Dumbledore, "we shall have to part ways. You do as you think fit. I do as I will."

There was no threat in Dumbledore's voice. It sounded like just a statement, but Fudge was furious. "Okay, okay, Dumbledore, I've always given you full freedom. Not many people would allow you to hire Werewolf, keep Hagrid, or decide what to teach the students without consulting the Ministry of Magic. But if you are going to go against me..."

"The only one I want to fight against," said Dumbledore, "is Voldemort. If you fight against him too, Cornelius, then we are still on the same side."

Fudge couldn't seem to think of a reply. Unsteady on his little feet, he rocked back and forth for a moment, twirling his bowler hat in his hands. Finally, he spoke, with a hint of pleading in his voice, "He won't come back, Dumbledore, he can't possibly..."

Snape strode forward, past Dumbledore, lifting the left sleeve of his robes as he went.He held out his arm to Fudge, who shrank back in horror.

"Did you see it?" Snape said hoarsely. "Did you see it? The Dark Mark. Every Death Eater has the mark left by Voldemort. This is a way for Death Eaters to identify each other, and it is also a way for Voldemort to identify himself. A coded signal to summon them back to him. When he touches a Death Eater's mark, we must immediately apparate to him. Over the year, the mark becomes more and more obvious. Karkaroff's too. Like this. Why do you think Karkaroff ran away tonight? We both felt the mark burning. We both knew he was back."

At this moment, Winter felt that Snape's figure suddenly looked particularly tall.

Fudge kept shaking his head, seemingly not hearing what Snape said clearly. His eyes widened, clearly frightened, and then he looked up at Dumbledore and whispered: "I don't know what you're up to, Dumbledore, but I've heard enough. I'll get back to you tomorrow. , Dumbledore, to discuss how this school should be run. I must go back to the Ministry of Magic."

He stopped just as he reached the door, turned around, strode across the room, and stopped beside Harry's bed. "Your winnings," he said shortly, pulling a large bag of gold coins from his pocket and tossing them on Harry's bedside table, "are a thousand galleons."

He walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. As soon as he left, Dumbledore turned to look at the group of people around Harry's bed.

"There's some work to be done," he said. "Molly... I can count on you and Arthur, right?"

"Of course, no problem," said Mrs. Weasley. Her face was pale and her lips were bloodless, but her expression was very determined.

"Well, I need to send a letter to Arthur," said Dumbledore. "To all those who can be persuaded to understand the situation by us, we must immediately inform that Arthur has access to those in the Ministry of Magic." Not someone as short-sighted as Connelly.”

"I'm going to find Dad," Bill said, standing up.

"Cedric, I'm sorry to disturb you both." Dumbledore turned to Cedric and said, "But I would like to see Hagrid in my office. And... Madam Maxime... if she would like to come too."

"No problem, Professor." Cedric stood up and walked out.

"Poppy," Dumbledore said to Madam Pomfrey, "please, could you go to Professor Moody's office? There you will find a house elf named Winky. Take her with you. Come down to the kitchen. I think Dobby will take care of her for us."

Dumbledore made sure the door was closed before speaking again. "Now," he said, "the two of us can know each other's true colors. Sirius...can you please go back to your normal self?"

The big black dog looked up at Dumbledore, then transformed into a man.

Mrs. Weasley screamed and backed away from the bed. "Sirius Black!" she screamed, pointing at him.

Snape didn't scream or flinch, but the expression on his face was a mixture of anger and fear.

"Hmph!" He glared at Sirius, who had the same look of disgust on his face.

Dumbledore looked at them both in turn and said, "I trust both of you. Now it's time for you to put aside your old differences and trust each other."

"In the short term," said Dumbledore, with a hint of impatience in his tone, "I will be satisfied as long as you are not openly hostile to each other. You might as well shake hands. You are on the same side now."

Sirius and Snape shook hands, but looking at the expressions on their faces, it seemed as if they were still hoping that the other would disappear in the next second.

"That's more like it." Dumbledore said, standing between them again, "Now you both have a mission. Sirius, I need you to leave immediately. You go and inform those old seniors. You go back Winter, I will contact you there."

"But -" said Harry.

"Cough cough cough!" Winter suddenly coughed violently, almost coughing out his lungs. Several people hurriedly ran forward because everyone saw that Winter was coughing up blood.

"I'm fine..." Winter picked up a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "I'm really fine... You go and do your work..."

Sirius came to Winter with concern, "How can I feel relieved when you are like this..."

"Mrs. Pomfrey is here, okay, go quickly..." Winter pushed Sirius.

Sirius stood up and left helplessly, nodded to Dumbledore, then turned into the black dog again, ran to the door, twisted the door handle with one paw, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Severus," Dumbledore said, turning to Snape, "you know what I am going to tell you. If you are okay with it...if you are ready..."

"No problem," Snape said.

"Severus!" Snape knelt down gently in front of Winter, "Be safe..." Winter said.