Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Fudge was sitting in his office at this moment. His loose belt could not hold his bulging belly, and his small eyes were filled with shrewdness. He was not at all timid and submissive like he was in front of Dumbledore. Instead, he was full of ambition.

"Are you sure Dumbledore has gone in?"

Kingsley Shacklebolt stood respectfully aside, his magic power restrained, but the occasional fluctuations of magic he emitted were not to be underestimated.

"Yes, Minister, I saw Dumbledore walk into Antarctica and continue to go deeper into it."

"That weird change didn't continue to expand outward, did it?"

"Yes, according to your instructions, I collected several samples and put them into the laboratory, and they are now being studied."

Fudge nodded, obviously everything was under control.

"After you go in, are you sure you can get out?"

Kingsley shook his head. "I'm not 100% sure. That place is too strange. There is no sign of life within a few kilometers, and it is highly contagious."

"Okay? You go and guard there. If Dumbledore hasn't come out after a month, come back and report to me quickly, or go and inform Grindelwald."

"Yes, Minister."

As Kingsley walked out of the door, a fat woman in a pink suit, with short curly hair draped over her thick neck, squeezed into the office with a smile and gave Kingsley a wink.

Kingsley looked calm, nodded, and walked away with big strides.

"What do you think?"

Fudge knew very well that although this woman was unreliable, her only choice for advancement was to follow him, and the loyalty brought by this benefit was what he trusted most at this moment.

"Kingsley Shacklebolt is the most powerful Auror. I heard that his ancestors had some dirty dealings with the Dumbledore family. He is worthy of your trust."

Umbridge was very aware of her own advantages and understood who had brought her the power and status at this moment.

"Have the people behind the various officials in the Ministry of Magic been cleared up?"

"Arthur Velez."

Umbridge raised her head and glanced at Fudge cautiously. She was very panicked inside. Her vision was complicated and intertwined, so how could she see everything at a glance? So she could only tell him what Dumbledore had said clearly and who she could afford to offend.

"Hmm..." Fudge hesitated for a moment, "Then let's go with him."

"Yes--"

Umbridge retreated cautiously, and when he closed the door, he saw the gloomy expression on the face of the current British Minister of Magic. He no longer seemed to be asking the Malfoy family for support from gold galleons, nor was he a puppet following Dumbledore, but a conspirator with his own ambitions and desires.

Umbridge was fanatical inside, like a moth attracted by flames. She believed that as long as she always stood behind the minister, she could get everything she wanted.

She was holding a transfer order in her hand, which allowed her to be transferred to Hogwarts as an investigator. She would do some work while Dumbledore was away and would take up the position tomorrow.

Fudge thought for a while in the office, and then appeared in the British Prime Minister's room. There were two glasses of red wine on the table, and in the middle of the red wine were a variety of British local delicacies, and in the middle was the famous stargazing.

Fudge glanced at him calmly, then laughed softly at the man sitting at the other end of the table, who was obviously trying to please him.

"Thank you for helping us find the traitor and for guiding us in the right direction."

The current British Prime Minister stood up from his stool and walked to the window, seeming to be looking at something.

Fudge's sixth sense told him that something was wrong. It was too quiet here, and the man who used to be servile and submissive now stood up straight. His first sentence made him stunned.

"Why bring it up so early? This is our first pleasant cooperation, and it will also be the beginning of our great journey."

Fudge was making promises to his men, while secretly tightening his wand in his hand. Something was wrong, there was another person in the room.

There were footsteps in the corridor, tap, tap, tap.

This was followed by a rapid knock on the door.

Fudge's wand was instantly drawn from his sleeve and pointed at the Prime Minister, who was standing by the window.

"What do you want to do?" the Prime Minister said calmly.

"I also want to ask what you want to do?"

Fudge immediately stood up from his chair. He had not expected that his sudden thought today would put him in danger. He had not told anyone and had not brought anyone around.

He felt a little regretful at this moment, he should have let Kingsley stay with him.

"Please come in, don't be nervous."

The person who came in was the current British Treasury Secretary. Fudge breathed a sigh of relief. He knew this man. He was the most capable subordinate of the current Prime Minister. The two of them often appeared together.

"Hello."

The Minister of the Treasury came in with his back bent very deeply, while Fudge straightened his back, coughed lightly twice, then tightened the tie around his neck, pretending as if nothing had happened just now.

Then he fell into a coma. The last image before he fell into a coma was the man who came in and pulled out the wand from his sleeve, which went straight to his head without any defense.

Fudge's huge body fell to the floor at once, but without making any sound.

"What do you need me to do next?"

Fudge's body suddenly disappeared from the spot. The man put away the wand in his hand and handed the document in his other hand to the Prime Minister.

"Keep your normal state, and hope you will live up to our expectations."

The Prime Minister touched the tight skin on his face and placed his hand on one side of his chest, feeling the throbbing and energetic feeling inside, feeling the vision that could see eight hundred meters away even without wearing glasses. Thinking of the scene in his memory of turning stone into gold, power, wealth, and now even the health he longed for was within reach. It was nothing more than another layer on his head. Who cared?

Once you reach this position, you can do anything as long as there is enough exchange of interests. Those who are exposed are just losers who were swept out in the struggle, nothing more.

The glass of red wine on the table had not been touched. It stood quietly on the table, watching people coming into the house in waves. When the shadow jumped from its left side to its right side, when the shadow gradually disappeared and the light bulb on the ceiling became the only light, it was finally remembered by people, poured into the sink, wiped carefully, and placed in the cupboard.

When it saw the light again, it was a handsome young man wearing a smart suit and a delicate face. Its pupils did not belong to this world and locked onto the cup. After the light flashed, the cup was no longer a cup.