I abducted HP's friend on his wedding day

As the current minister, Fudge was probably the most uncomfortable person recently. He took off his bowler hat, took out a crumpled handkerchief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The sky was gloomy, the wind was loud, and this cliff was particularly deserted. Fudge could even hear the sound of waves crashing on the rocky cliffs behind him.

"Isn't Dumbledore here yet?"

Fudge looked at the person behind him. Behind him was Scrimgeour, the current director of the Auror Office. This serious-looking man was leaning on a cane. He didn't know if it was because he had been standing for a long time. He looked down at himself. foot, the injured foot.

He raised his head after hearing Fudge's words, and his tone was particularly solemn: "Believe Dumbledore..."

But, can you still trust Dumbledore?

Fudge wiped the sweat that kept coming out of his forehead and stared at the people in the distance. They were Death Eaters, each wearing a mask and hiding under a dark cloak. However, Fudge was very sure that some of them had figures that He felt that it looked particularly familiar, but at this time, how could he have the courage to point it out?

"Okay..." Fudge turned his head and glanced at the woman behind him on the other side, feeling a little awkward.

"Miss Burst, please pay attention to your safety for a while. We'd better stay away."

Monica frowned slightly, seemingly not hearing Fudge's voice. She stared into the distance, looking a little indifferent.

This made Fudge a little uncomfortable. After all, although this lady was not active in the Ministry of Magic, she usually seemed to be an agreeable girl, but he soon figured it out.

Yes, no one is willing to come here to witness the peerless battle between Voldemort and Dumbledore. This event indeed looks very powerful, and it can be said to be an event destined to enter the annals of history. However, it is also full of dangers, and there are almost no The wizard dared to come over. Originally, Fudge wanted to bring one of his most loyal female subordinates. Unfortunately, her cat suddenly lost control and scratched her face. As a last resort, Fudge had no choice but to replace her.

Just when Fudge was thinking wildly, Dumbledore and his party arrived.

In order not to affect the normal operation of Hogwarts, Dumbledore only brought Snape with him on this trip, and Aberforth, who suddenly came over to collect his body.

As for what Abforth was thinking, Dumbledore didn't want to know.

The Death Eaters on the opposite side were a little commotion when they saw that Dumbledore didn't have many people around him, but they soon calmed down.

One of the Death Eaters suddenly said: "Aberforth Dumbledore?"

He didn't wait for Aberforth to speak and continued: "As far as I know, you and Albus Dumbledore have broken up, right? You will appear here?"

Aberforth just glanced coldly at the hidden Death Eaters over there and said nothing.

"I seem to smell something strange."

Dumbledore frowned and looked at the other person in confusion.

"Is that August? I recognize your voice. So, kid, what do you mean by that? What weird smell?"

"What a shame! Just peel him off!" A woman walked out of the Death Eaters' team, and she didn't hide her malice at all.

"Instead of Aberforth Dumbledore, how about Mr. Brown Jr.?"

As she spoke, she recited a spell specifically designed to cancel the effects of Polyjuice Potion.

Aberforth rolled his eyes, and then said arrogantly: "You are really very thoughtful. I am Albus's only relative. Why is he coming here to engage in a duel? Why can't I be so kind as to collect his body?" "

There was a commotion among the Death Eaters, and then a man who looked very short and whose cloak couldn't hide his wretched temperament was kicked out. He rolled around and tried to escape, but Snape stepped on the hem of his robe.

"I don't know... I really don't know... I just overheard that Brown asked Aberforth Dumbledore for his hair... I saw it! I really saw it!"

Then he pleadingly said to Snape: "Forgive me, I dare not resist that person..."

Snape recognized who this person was, retracted his foot in disgust, and then spat in anger.

"Mundungus! You insidious sewer thief! Get out!"

But Mundungus didn't dare at all. He knelt at Dumbledore's feet and begged: "Believe me, Albus, I didn't mean to betray you!"

Albus sighed and touched the top of Mundungus' head: "I know, I won't blame you. Who wouldn't be afraid when faced with a presence like Tom's? I forgive you, Mundungus... "

Aberforth glared at him fiercely, and then Mundungus almost rolled and crawled away towards the distance.

"How can you tolerate such a despicable guy? Albus, you will die here one day!"

Aberforth looked at Dumbledore with disgust.

Aberforth, who was proven to be himself, sneered and walked towards a few people from the Ministry of Magic who were acting as spectators. He looked down at a few people and curled his mouth in disdain.

"I didn't expect that he would actually give up coming here. He really just let you come by yourself, Dumbledore."

At this time, Voldemort came out very leisurely.

Dumbledore sighed: "This will make me misunderstand. You also really want Mr. Brown to come here. You obviously refused him to come here, Tom..."

Voldemort just sneered.

"Don't you wish he were here more? After all, if he is here, your chance of survival will be greater."

Dumbledore just sighed and looked at Voldemort with regret.

"Tom..."

"Shut up! You old fool!"

Voldemort waved his hand impatiently and looked at Dumbledore fiercely.

Then he seemed to see something, stood there in disbelief, and then quickly came to his senses.

"I see, have you made a plan? He's going to kill that Tom, and you're going to kill me?"

Dumbledore frowned.

"Tom?"

Snape seemed to have thought of something and said, "Brown wants to kill that Riddle at Hogwarts?"

Voldemort's face was dark, and Dumbledore's expression wasn't much better either.

"Whether you believe it or not, Tom, I never thought that one day we would be in this situation with you."

Dumbledore never thought that he might have to kill one of his students with his own hands.