HP Magic Biography

The surroundings were a bit quiet and terrible, everyone looked at Fudge in disbelief.

Fudge still had that strange smile. Before answering, he glanced at Harry again.

"You have to believe that crazy killer and a child, what do you say that Duke Voldemort is back? Alas..."

Fudge glared at Harry again, and Harry understood instantly.

"You have read about Harry in the Daily Prophet, Mr. Fudge." He said quietly.

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

None of them knew Harry was awake.

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

"So what?" He looked at Dumbledore and said, "If I find out that you keep secrets about this kid? A Purselmos, eh? Always acting Funny show?—"

"I'm sure you mean Harry's suffering from the scar?" Dumbledore said coldly.

"Did you admit his pain?" Fudge said quickly. "Is it a headache? A nightmare? It could also be-‘illusion’?

"Listen to me, Connelly," Dumbledore said.

He took a step towards Fudge, and once again uttered an indescribable force, "Harry is as sensible as you and me, and the scar on his forehead did not confuse his mind. I believe that Voldemort is near him. It hurt him when he was murdered."

Fudge stepped back, but was still so persistent, "You have to forgive me, Dumbledore, but I have heard of cursed scars as a kind of alarm bell..."

"I saw Voldemort coming back," Harry called. He wanted 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 quickly swept Law.

"Malfoy has been ruled out," Fudge said, clearly feeling offended. "That's an old family that contributes to a good cause..."

"Minaia." Harry continued. "Also excluded! Now working for the minister."

"...Kara...Gall."

"You're just repeating the names of people who were declared not corpse cannibals thirteen years ago!" Fudge said angrily. "You can find those names in the old record of the trial. For God's sake, Dumbledore ——This boy was full of those weird stories at the end of last year——His story gets bigger and bigger, but you still believe it——This boy talks to snakes, Dumbledore, do you think he can be trusted ?"

"You idiot," McGonagall called. "Cedric Diggory has never returned, and the deaths of people like Mr. Crouch were never random by a lunatic."

"I don't see any tactics either!" Fudge yelled, his angry face was the opposite of her anger. "For me, you are all determined to stir up a panic and destroy our past. Stability created in 13 years!"

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. He always felt that Fudge was a kind person, a little bit of nonsense, but essentially good, but now standing in front of him is a timid and angry wizard, he bluntly refused to accept that he was comfortable and well-organized. The destruction that appeared in the prefaced world-do not believe that Voldemort can resurrect.

"Voldemort is back." Dumbledore repeated, "If you accept this fact immediately and take the necessary measures, we can still save the situation. The first and foremost step is to get Azkaban out of Dementor's control. ."

"Absurd!" Fudge cried again, "Turn off the Dementor! I will be kicked out of this position when I mention this suggestion! We know that there are dementors guarding in Azkaban. Half of the people sleep at night. Stable."

"The rest are not sleeping so securely, Connelly, if you know that you put Voldemort's most dangerous followers in the hands of a group of animals... that he will respond to when he calls." Dumbledore said, "They won't be right again. You are loyal, Fudge! To be precise, they have never been loyal to anyone. Voldemort can provide them with greater power and more happiness! As long as there are dementors behind him, and Death Eaters who come back, you It will be difficult to stop him from regaining the same power he had thirteen years ago."

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

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

"Send messengers to the giants?" Fudge screamed, as if he had something to say, "What crazy idea is this?"

"Extend a hand of friendship to them before it's too late," Dumbledore said. "Otherwise, Voldemort will persuade them as before that he can give people power and freedom as a wizard."

"You—you mean it!" Fudge said panting. He shook his head and backed away to Dumbledore. "If the whole magical community spreads that I am approaching those people... People hate them, Dumbledore-that will end my career."

"You are blind," Dumbledore said, his voice raised, there was a distinctly powerful atmosphere around him.

Dumbledore's voice became extremely calm, "You are blindfolded by the love of your authority, Connelly! You always put too much emphasis on the so-called purebred blood as before. You can't see the point. It's not who they were born, but who they will grow into. Your dementor just destroyed the last remaining member of the last purebred family-see how that person will shape his life ~www.readwn.com~ I will tell you now-follow the steps I just suggested, and you will be hailed as the bravest and greatest magic master we know, both inside and outside your position. If you don’t do it, history You will remember that you have deviated from the right path and gave Voldemort a second chance to destroy the world we have worked hard to create."

"Not awake," Fudge grumbled, stepping back even further, "crazy."

"This is the explanation you gave?" Fudge cried angrily. He had never been so angry before. What did Dumbledore do to threaten him?

He hasn't been threatened for a long time.

Only Dumbledore, **** it, only Dumbledore was threatening him.

"This is the explanation I gave. You have to do it, Connelly. It's good for everyone."

"Benefits?" Fudge sneered. "I think you are lying, Dumbledore!"

"Voldemort has not returned, he is dead, a person who has died... this is just..."