The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"This is Karkaroff...he did it with other Death Eaters!" Fudge blushed, showing extreme repulsion on his face, "Look...Jorkins is like this dead..."

Everything seemed reasonable, and in Fudge's view, Jorkins was being used by Karkaroff.

"Obviously, that's how Barty Crouch Jr. found out... He got the information about the Triwizard Tournament from Ms. Jorkins. It's them... These Death Eaters are conspiring!"

"So you think I'm lying to you?" Dumbledore said coldly, he took a step forward lightly, as if there was an invisible pressure, making Fudge back again and again, being supported by Umbridge.

"So...there are those Death Eaters?" The Minister saw Moody running from Durmstrang's boat.

"We saw Voldemort with our own eyes, saw those Death Eaters with our own eyes, and I can even... say his name!" Cyrus' voice became louder every time he said, "Like... Lucius Malfoy!"

Snape moved his body, looked at the auditorium, and then at Fudge.

"Impossible...he is innocent..." Fudge looked at Amos' gradually clenched fist, and said stubbornly, "That is an ancient family dedicated to the magic world... .”

"Dedication? I think it's monopoly and exploitation!!" The blood on Cyrus's face was a bit inconsistent with his calmness, "I think you are just relying on it, and you don't want to believe it!"

"Mike Neil, Eliver, Nott...Malfoy..."

"No, you are reporting names that were not once Death Eaters...the real Death Eaters are all in Azkaban! Isn't it? Ladies and gentlemen...you can always trust the judgment of the Ministry of Magic"

Hermione said those names, but Fudge repeated that they were deliberately creating panic, spreading rumors, and spreading facts that were not good for the wizarding world.

He repeatedly looked at the people around him, trying to scatter them...but it didn't help, the entire Quidditch pitch was focused on a serious, panicked atmosphere, all because of 'the man''s name.

Cyrus looked at Malcolm and raised a finger slightly.

"Connelly, you are so obsessed with your position...Why do you value the so-called wizard blood? You don't realize that a person's origin is not important! Crouch is a very old family, so the reason for his choice Woolen cloth!"

Dumbledore's volume increased a lot, and his powerful aura forcibly suppressed Fudge and the people around him, just like he was facing a powerful dark wizard, without flinching.

"absurd!"

Moody took out a small bottle, and he stuffed it forcefully to Snape. The professor opened the lid, and gently flapped the top of the bottle with the palm of his hand. His aquiline nose moved a little. The smell alone was enough for him to judge.

That's what those potion ingredients he stole did.

"It's compound potion, I'm pretty sure..." Snape ignored the minister's angry eyes and said to himself.

Karkaroff was just a smokescreen, he was really just going to get the wine that night, but Moody stared at him and ignored the 'Polyarco'... Polyjuice Potion was meant for Barty Jr.

No one cares about a little wizard, let alone little Barty lives on Durmstrang's boat...

"Leave it to the Ministry of Magic, I'll let the dementors guard him," Fudge said, while Umbridge in pink praised him repeatedly.

"I'm afraid not...Connelly, if you insist on doing what you think is 'right', then...I can only follow my will." Dumbledore did not threaten, but it also made Fudge furious.

"Dumbledore!" He even forgot his honorific title, "The prisoner must be handed over to the Ministry of Magic...this is a rule! I will bear with you and respect you, even if you hire Hagrid and a werewolf Allowed!"

werewolf?Professor Lupine shrank his thin body unnaturally.

"You just have to admit...it's back," said Hermione calmly. "By the way, it's been a bit of a mess at Little Hangleton tonight, and we have a lot to deal with."

Perhaps because of something, Hermione's temperament made the people in front of her voluntarily give up a passage, and her disregard for the Ministry of Magic made that Umbridge very angry.

However, due to the home court, they dare not say anything.

"Whether you believe it or want to be an ostrich, it's the truth." Cyrus played with the alder wand. Although it was not suitable for black magic, it was very handy when using other magic.

The silent spell, in this night's battle, is extra fast!And deadly!

"Cyrus....right? My son always mentions you." Amos straightened his back again and laughed, "Thank you... Anyway, that's my son, I don't care who!"

"Mr Diggory...I will do justice, for Cedric..."

"I'm sorry, Minister Fudge, that's my - son - son!" He turned his head, stared at him blankly, and said word by word, "I don't care who it is...even if it's really Malfoy!"

Mystery man?Malfoy?Gore?He didn't care about that, Amos Diggory only knew that without Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and the two students, his son might be gone tonight.

His usual mirth disappeared at this moment, and even Arthur Weasley felt strange.

"Look at this... have you seen this?" Snape looked at Dumbledore, and when he saw Dumbledore nodding, he immediately rolled up his sleeves and said hoarsely, "This is what every Death Eater would have ! It's becoming more and more obvious..."

When Voldemort summoned his entourage, the mark would take on a charred black color, a signal...that the Death Eater must 'Apparate' back to him immediately.

He, Karkaroff, both, and the crowd took a noticeable step back when Snape showed his marker.

Cyrus looked at Professor Snape's calm expression, and felt a little admiration for a moment... This is the era of Voldemort's return, even if he has Dumbledore's guarantee, his reputation will be somewhat damaged.

"Ridiculous! I think you're holding dead things to cause panic! They...are right at all..." Fudge tidied up his clothes in frustration, and left directly.

That's it... how does Dumbledore get back into the Minister's position?First of all, he had to stir up panic and remind the wizarding world of him again, didn't he?

He just thinks that Dumbledore is meddling in the Ministry of Magic....

"Wake up!" Cyrus looked at the dull group of people who didn't know what to do, and became angry, "You have never had real peace! That is false...It was deliberately captive Your method!"

"But...even if that person does come back, what can we do?"

It was a student of Durmstrang who said this. Not only was Krum unconscious that day, but they also learned that the real Poliako had disappeared... maybe left...

A heavy, dead silence like a dark forest shrouded their heads.

"Then what is the wand in your hand for? Don't you just count on Dumbledore alone!" Cyrus yelled loudly, "We need to unite! When the war comes, no one can get out!!"

There is no neutral option, and not choosing 'neutral' is itself a choice.

"It's Krum today, and Harry tomorrow! It's the lords!"