Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

"See what they named themselves?" said Fudge softly. "Army of Julius."

"—Julius!" Fudge's round face gradually paled, he coughed slightly, then turned around and took a few steps back, his right hand holding the list trembled slightly. "Julius Army, damn it, how could it be called that name!"

"Tsk tsk," Augustus sighed slightly, stood up from his seat, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay, okay, it seems that I was completely discovered."

"Do you need me to submit a written certificate to the Ministry of Magic committee? Minister Connelly." Augustus had a smile in his eyes, and tapped slightly with his left hand in his robe pocket.

"Proof? No, what?" Fudge was already a little incoherent, looking at the signature of the iconic Julius Army on the list, cold sweat broke out on Fudge's forehead one by one.

"Of course, Minister, the Julius Army," Augustus nodded and smiled as a matter of course, "it's not some kind of magic guidance student union, nor is it some after-school spell practice student department, it's just the Julius Army, the family's private army .”

"But—but—" Fudge's face suddenly came to light.He took a step back in horror, and with a cry, jumped away from the fire again.

"You?" he whispered, stomping on his smoldering cloak again.

"This is the army you recruited for the family!" Fudge pointed at Augustus in shock, his fat face huddled into a ball.

"Please pay attention to the wording, Minister. In theory, this should be a private army I recruited for myself. Of course, it can also be said that this is the subordinate army of the Julius family when I become an adult in the future." Augustus There is a gentle smile on the face that is harmless to humans and animals.

"You're recruiting members of the school's pure-blood and mixed-blood families to join your private army!" Fudge asked, stammering, pointing at Augustus.

"Yeah, that's right," Augustus responded cheerfully.The right hand was casually placed in the robe pocket.

"Mr. Augustus!" Harry was about to speak when Augustus patted him on the shoulder with his usual smile on his face.

"Of course, I was planning to test the loyalty of these people tomorrow, so I used a simple and interesting little spell. Unexpectedly, Miss Marietta was the first to be eliminated. Tsk tsk, fortunately, the formal enlistment ceremony has not yet started. It's really impressive Sorry." Augustus moved slightly with his fingers in his pocket.Standing in front of him, Marietta looked blankly at Fudge, then nodded slightly.

Fudge looked at her, then at Dumbledore, and finally at the crowd around him, at the unflappable Augustus, his chest heaving. "I have known for a long time that you have always wanted to use the school's various family resources to push your family's power over the Ministry of Magic. Since Umbridge came to this school, your secret plan has been hindered by investigators. So, in the end, you have to take this move and build your own private army! I'm right!"

"That's very good, Minister." Augustus agreed happily, as if standing in the award ceremony and facing the leader who presented the certificate.

"No!" Harry yelled.Dumbledore coughed lightly, motioning Harry to silence.

"Fine, fine, fine—I was just trying to take down an illegal student organization tonight," cried Fudge.

"Unexpectedly, you discovered a bigger conspiracy." Augustus smiled happily, "The successor of the Julius family is plotting to establish an organization above the Ministry of Magic."

"Weasley!" cried Fudge, now trembling with joy, "Weasley, have you written all this down? Have you written down what he said, what he said?"

"Yes, sir, I think so, sir!" said Percy earnestly.His nose splattered with ink as he made a quick note.

"He is using family resources to build a private army to fight against the Ministry of Magic and prepare to establish a new political system. Is this recorded?"

"Yes, sir, I took note, yes!" said Percy, gleefully scanning the record.

"Very well, then," said Fudge, now glowing with delight, "copy your record, Weasley, and send a copy to the Daily Prophet at once. We can still get a speedy owl Catch up with this morning's edition!" Percy quickly ran out of the house, slammed the door behind him, and Fudge faced Augustus, waving his arms bossily and said, "You are going to be escorted to the Ministry of Magic now. There you will be formally charged and sent to Azkaban to await trial!"

"Tsk tsk," Augustus said with a bright smile on his face, "the script is so perfect that it is full of awe. Everything has progressed to this point, should I, as the number one villain, sit in the middle of the court according to your instructions, face to face?" The interrogation of the wizards of the Wizengamot Alliance, and then, if the evidence is clear, sent to prison."

"En?" Fudge's face was a little uncertain, he coughed lightly, and said, "Isn't it?"

"Tsk tsk, tsk tsk, look, Minister Fudge, we have all made a common sense mistake. We all think that the evidence of the crime is conclusive, sent to court, escorted to prison, everything is a reasonable and logical process. But, look. You You should think about who I am, the youngest warrior at Hogwarts, the wizard who wiped out hundreds of dementors in one fell swoop. Tskaban, tell me, outside public opinion and the media will comment, this kid is an idiot!" Augustus smiled respectfully, with a gentle smile like a gentleman on his face.

Umbridge's face was getting redder; she looked as if she had been flooded with boiling water.Fudge stared at Augustus with a goofy look on his face, as if suddenly beaten up, and couldn't believe that this had happened.He softly made a choking sound, turned his head to look at Kingsley and the man with the short gray hair. So far, among the people in the room, only this man has remained silent.The latter nodded resolutely at Fudge, and took a few steps away from the wall.