After a moment of dizziness, Dumbledore walked out of the fireplace and entered the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

He came to the Ministry of Magic quite often.

When discussing matters related to the Triwizard Tournament before, he would come to Fudge or Bagman for meetings almost every once in a while.

However, this time when he returned to the Ministry of Magic, he could feel a clear difference.

The reception girl who used to smile when she saw him turned a blind eye to him today, and even frowned in disgust and rolled her eyes at him when he passed by.

It's like he's some disgusting, dirty thing.

The striker in charge of the security check at the entrance of the magic elevator also changed his respectful attitude toward him today. He grabbed him and checked him several times. He spoke harshly and had a ferocious expression, as if he wanted to find some contraband on him. .

Not to mention other Ministry of Magic staff.

Dumbledore knew many of them and even taught them personally.

But now, their attitude towards Dumbledore is particularly cold.

Many officials even deliberately pretended not to see Dumbledore and quietly walked around.

What's more, when he saw Dumbledore being stuck at the security checkpoint and being searched repeatedly, he would sneer and watch the fun.

And all this was clearly done to deliberately humiliate him.

Dumbledore knew very well that these people were all influenced by Fudge.

Fudge made no secret of his dissatisfaction with him.

This time alone, his request to visit Fudge was rejected five times, and it took him half a month to get approval.

After he came to visit today.

Even before Fudge even met him, he was made things difficult and humiliated in every possible way.

This made Dumbledore, who had not been angry for a long time, feel a hint of anger in his heart.

However, what should be done should still be done, and what should be said should be said appropriately.

Dumbledore boarded the magic elevator expressionlessly and arrived at Fudge's office.

"Dumbledore, long time no see. Please sit down and tell me what you want to see me for this time."

Fudge sat behind his desk and talked lazily.

He didn't even have the inclination to stand up and greet Dumbledore.

He didn't know the inside story of John's departure from Hogwarts.

In his opinion, this incident was simply because Dumbledore couldn't stand the pressure he put on him and was forced to fire John in order to protect his own wings.

Dumbledore's "submissive" reaction also made Fudge's confidence a little overwhelming.

Dumbledore is indeed a tough enemy that needs to be vigilant, but he is by no means invincible!

At this time, Dumbledore's patience had been exhausted by Fudge's previous difficulties.

He didn't even bother to sit down.

He walked directly to Fudge and said:

"Fudge, I must remind you. Voldemort has returned, and he is gathering his former subordinates, the Death Eaters. We have reason to believe that he will go to Azkaban to pick up his followers..."

"Wait! Dumbledore!" Fudge frowned, "I've had enough of you! When will you stop your unrealistic fantasies and have other agendas? Or are you already suffering from dementia and even hallucinations? ?”

"That's not an illusion, Fudge, it's a reasonable conjecture..."

"That's enough! Dumbledore! How many times do you have to tell me before you understand? That mysterious man who must not even be named died more than ten years ago! He will not come back!"

Dumbledore paused.

He stared at Fudge for a long time and then said:

"Fudge, Fudge, you are even more stupid than I expected."

"Am I stupid? You are insulting me!" Fudge slammed the table and stood up. "I said that you are Alzheimer's and like to fantasize to give you face! To help you cover up! You think I don't know what's going on in your mind?

Are you thinking about something?

You are jealous that I took away your power and fame! You are jealous that people no longer respect you and start to love me!

So you spread the news of the mysterious man's return everywhere, trying to spread terror to every corner of the wizarding world in the country!

Because only in this way will people remember you again, the most powerful white wizard of this century!

In order to protect themselves, people will respect you again and put you on the altar!

But let me tell you!

You are wrong!

Your plot will not succeed!

The Ministry of Magic is more powerful than you think!

We don't need you anymore!"

Dumbledore didn't speak, but looked at Fudge as if he were a fool.

This look undoubtedly hurt Fudge.

He gasped, nodded heavily, pointed at the desk in front of him and said:

"Let me tell you, Dumbledore. The mysterious man has not been resurrected, and Azkaban will never be attacked! There are dementors stationed there, let alone the lessons of Sirius Black.

Finally, we also strengthened our defense!

It's absolutely safe there! If the Death Eaters there can still escape from Azkaban or be rescued! I will eat this table!"

After saying that, Fudge sat back on his chair and looked at Dumbledore with a provocative look.

This made Dumbledore even more speechless.

At this moment, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

Umbridge ran in with small steps.

She looked at Fudge and then at Dumbledore, somewhat hesitant to speak.

"Say it, Dolores. Don't be afraid of Dumbledore, he is already old!"

Fudge said proudly.

Hearing this, Umbridge swallowed and gasped:

"Mr. Minister, I just received the news... that ten Death Eaters have escaped from Azkaban."

The air in the office seems to have solidified here.

Fudge stared at Umbridge blankly, his eyes full of disbelief.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, let out a long sigh, with a more depressed look on his face.

If Fudge hadn't deliberately delayed it for so many days because he wanted to embarrass him.

If Fudge was smart enough to believe the warning he gave.

Then things will never develop to this extent!

Annoyed, Dumbledore's eyes were slightly cold, and he stepped forward and tapped the table twice.

"Dongdong——"

The clear voice woke Fudge from his shock.

Of course he understood that Dumbledore's actions were signaling to him that it was time to eat from the table.

Fudge's face instantly turned red, then turned blue-black again, and his body was shaking violently.

"It's you! Dumbledore! It's you!"

He roared angrily, "It was you who attacked Azkaban! I really didn't expect that in order to spread false news about the mysterious man's return and to regain power, you would go so crazy and crazy!"

Dumbledore never expected that Fudge would react like this.

Even now, Fudge still wants to put the blame on him.

At this moment, Dumbledore began to feel that the really stupid person was himself.

Because he actually had some expectations for Fudge before.

Now it seems that the only ones who are truly reliable are himself and everyone in the Order of the Phoenix.

"Fudge, you are hopeless."

Dumbledore shook his head and sighed, then turned and left.

Fudge was slumped in his chair, his whole body still shaking violently.

Umbridge waited for a long time and saw that Fudge still didn't respond. Then she stepped forward nervously and asked:

"Mr. Minister, are you okay?"

Fudge's expression finally changed.

He turned to look at Umbridge, seemed to have thought of something, and said in a hoarse voice:
Chapter completed!