"Well...the house elf has woken up, and the attacker is Barty Crouch Jr."
Dumbledore pondered for two seconds before telling the news he had just received.
"This is impossible! Little Crouch has long..."
Fudge yelled loudly, but after half a sentence, he closed his mouth tightly again.
Yes, the old man personally sent his son to Azkaban, and soon there was no one left.
But what twists and turns are inside, who can say for sure?
You must know that Old Barty was the director of the Legal Enforcement Department at the time, so maybe there is some way to fish out his son without a trace. Or perhaps, Crouch Jr. may not have entered Azkaban in the first place.
For a moment, Fudge's mind was a little confused, and then he felt inexplicably relieved as if a huge boulder had been lifted from his body.
Bah, I didn't expect him to be such an old guy. It's a pity that I was worried about this for a long time.
But Fudge's happiness went away just as quickly as it came - Sirius' matter couldn't be suppressed anymore.
For the enforcers of the law, justice is not absolute, but it is absolute injustice. A selfish director of the law enforcement department will have everything he does will be re-examined.
The Crouch incident will definitely be spread out later. At that time, the source of any delay or inaction will be severely slapped on the edge of the cliff by one-sided public opinion.
No, after I don’t use it, I’m afraid the news is already flying all over the sky, and maybe there are already roaring letters on the way.
As if thinking of the scene of the roaring letter exploding, Fudge shrank his neck and had the urge to run away immediately.
But no.
In order to save the credibility of the Ministry of Magic, he not only could not continue to hinder Sirius's restoration of reputation, but also had to actively promote cooperation, otherwise Fudge's already low reputation might fall below freezing point.
One misstep and Secretary Fudge could pack up and leave, so he had to do something.
"Is the news credible, Albus? We all know that house elves are very loyal to their masters. If this is true, Old Crouch will certainly not allow it to reveal any information."
Fudge still had some illusions. If Sirius was really allowed to return to the head of the Black family, it would inevitably open a deep rift between Fudge and the family that supported him.
In that case, Secretary Fudge is not far away from packing up and leaving.
Before Dumbledore could reply, another silver light came through the wall, but this time it stopped in front of Ani.
"Yes, house elves are loyal to their masters, so the Auror used Old Crouch's safety as a bait and took out the news from the elf named Winky without much effort."
Aini looked at Fudge with a half-smile, extinguishing the unrealistic illusions in his heart.
"Oh, Crouch, Crouch Sr., Crouch Sr., oh, my God, why is it like this."
Fudge spun around in a small open space, his waving arms making a whistling sound.
Suddenly, Fudge's movements stopped abruptly, and his scattered eyes became firm. He looked at Dumbledore as if he wanted to say something, but a certain uninvited guest pushed him back into his stomach before he could even begin his speech.
.
"Department, Minister..."
The staff from the Ministry of Magic who came in a hurry were obviously Fudge's confidants. When they entered the door, they saw that Dumbledore was also there. After a little hesitation, they walked over to Fudge and gave him a secret report.
Even though the two great wizards were in the presence of each other, the staff behaved as if they were deceiving others and had no actual effect other than a formal cover-up. However, Minister Fudge was obviously very satisfied with his subordinates' attitude and listened to the report with a smile on his face.
But every time I heard it, the muscles on my long face became harder.
Merlin's underpants! Isn't this what Dumbledore and Arnie just said?!
Why was it that he, the Minister of Magic, was the last to get the information from the Auror investigation?
Waving his hand to signal his subordinates to go out, Fudge lowered his head as if thinking to hide the anger and fear in his eyes that were about to overflow.
But just like the behavior of the employee just now, in front of the master Legilimency, his cover-up was just like self-comfort.
"He's back, Fudge."
Dumbledore's magnetic voice sounded, but Fudge, whose anger had not dissipated, still did not raise his head.
In other words, as the chief mage of the Wizengamot spoke, Fudge's anger was slowly being converted into anxiety in equal proportion.
"I know you have always wanted to deny his return, and I can understand your intention."
"But this time is different from the past. He is recovering faster and faster. He is no longer willing to lurk in the dark forests of Albania."
"Fudge, what we know is that he has put his tentacles into Hogwarts, and is Hogwarts the only one? How much do we not know, or do we know but ignore it?"
"A Death Eater who has been controlled in the basement for many years, and one of his loyal servants was freed not long ago and got the opportunity to continue to serve him. Is this really just a coincidence!"
The old man's tone became more and more powerful, "Think about it, Fudge, Britain is very close to war."
Fudge had already raised his head in astonishment and looked directly into Dumbledore's eyes. He no longer had to worry about his disrespectful emotions being discovered by the other party, because at this time, the shock and fear had already covered everything, and the effect was better than if he had lowered his head voluntarily.
The concealment is even better.
However, this "brilliance" made Fudge feel so confused that he felt a big hand coming from the darkness and was about to crush him into another shape.
A shape he didn't want to become.
"Dumbledore, I...I..."
Fudge spoke several times, but never made any promise.
No matter how bad it is, so what? There is more than England in the world. If you can stay in the position of a minister for one more day, just one more day.
One more day to stay, one more day to fish.
One more day of fishing will lead to more capital in the future.
More capital...
It's not that he doesn't want to protect England and benefit wizards, but he wants to be happy himself.
"Albus, I will urge my men to restore Mr. Black's reputation as soon as possible and correct Crouch's mistakes. As for other things, we will discuss them later. Let's stop here for now, okay?"
Fudge looked at Dumbledore with a pleading look on his face. The matter had come to this, and the only way to minimize the impact was to quickly turn over the story of Black.
Ani had already known Fudge, and knew that Dumbledore's persuasion would most likely have no effect. After hearing his unexpected answer, he shook his head and walked out of the room first.
What happened in the house had nothing to do with him.
Ani has done what he can do, how the story develops next depends on God's will.
However, Aini was very optimistic in this regard. He touched the magic pocket on his chest, which contained a slightly larger number of golden arrows, and said silently.