Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Draco squeezed forward and glared at Harry, his face full of shock and anger, as if he had been greatly insulted.

Harry struggled to stand up, looking directly at Draco with a dagger-like gaze: "I am not slandering you, this is the truth, your father surrendered to Voldemort and showed great loyalty, I saw it with my own eyes."

"Nonsense, the mysterious man has disappeared for many years. Stop using those unfounded things to accuse my family. What right do you have to slander us?"

"Slander?" Harry sneered. "Tonight is the final of the Five Powers Tournament, and your father didn't come to watch you play. Why? It's because he wanted to meet Voldemort."

Draco took a sudden step forward and shouted through gritted teeth: "Shut up! Bro-ter! He didn't come to watch the game because a material warehouse in our family caught fire, and as the head of the family he had to deal with it personally. In short, my father is innocent!"

Harry retorted unyieldingly: "Innocent? Your father is innocent. Am I lying, Malfoy?"

Draco's face turned red with anger and he wanted to rush towards Harry, but was held back by Cedric.

"Harry...Draco..." Cedric was extremely anxious. They were obviously close comrades and had just worked together to win the trophy of the Top Five Tournament.

But he didn't know what to say. Harry now accused Draco's father of being a Death Eater, and it was understandable for Draco to defend his father.

Intellectually, he felt that Harry would not lie, but he also didn't want to see Harry and Draco arguing like this.

Hermione was shocked by the conflict between Harry and Malfoy. These two obviously had a good relationship, so why did they quarrel like this? Couldn't they just talk it out calmly?

Ron didn't think much about it. He pulled Hermione and stood silently behind Harry. No matter what, Harry was definitely not wrong.

Draco gripped his wand tightly, as if ready to cast a spell on Harry at any time. Although he looked extremely angry on the surface, he felt a pain in his heart.

It is fate, Harry, that our friendship has come to this.

I also want to stand in the sun, waving my magic wand at the mysterious man with you, but...

He tried hard to control the urge to tremble at the corners of his mouth, and forced himself to continue to attack Harry: "You hypocritical guy! You only know how to hype up the reputation of other people's families and pretend to be a savior! I should have seen your true face long ago!"

"You are just a child who is protected too well, Malfoy! Sooner or later, you will see the facts with your own eyes!" Harry raised his head and looked down on the other person.

The atmosphere at the scene was tense due to the quarrel between the two, and almost no one could get a word in.

Fudge's expression became even uglier. He waved his hand to interrupt the argument between the two and said impatiently, "Enough! Potter, I don't need you to interfere with our normal judgment with these meaningless accusations!"

Draco snorted coldly, straightened his robes, turned and left: "Stop trying to gain attention by slandering others, Potter. From today on, we are no longer friends, let's break up!"

Harry clenched his fists tightly. "Let's break up. I don't want to be friends with the children of Death Eaters, Malfoy!"

Watching Draco's back as he left, Harry felt a wave of pain piercing his heart.

Scenes of the two preparing for the war tournament appeared in his mind, and finally stopped at the first time he learned the brain-blocking technique.

In a trance, he saw Malfoy again, smiling and saying to himself: "I am now a lone beast, haha."

He clenched his fists tighter and tighter, his nails digging into his palms, but it did not alleviate the bitterness in his heart.

I'm sorry, Draco, that you've become a lone beast again.

sorry......

"Potter," Fudge's roar brought Harry back to his senses, "Your accusations against Lucius Malfoy are baseless. He has long been acquitted."

"Mr. Malfoy is a conscientious entrepreneur who has made generous donations to the Ministry of Magic many times. Moreover, after the tax reform, he has never owed a copper knut in taxes. You must not slander him."

"McNeill was also acquitted and is now a fine employee of the Ministry of Magic."

"Besides," Fudge said angrily, "people like Avery, Crabbe, Goyle, etc., whom you mentioned, were judged not to be Death Eaters thirteen years ago. You can check the past trial reports. For Merlin's sake, you should have more trust in the Ministry of Magic!"

"Fudge," Dumbledore stood up, "I believe in Harry, and I also believe that Voldemort is back. We should take necessary measures as soon as possible while the situation is good."

"Nonsense!" Fudge shouted. "Just based on one sentence from this boy, you want me to believe that You-Know-Who is back? I think you are deliberately creating panic and undermining the stability of the wizarding world."

He glanced at Harry and said, "Potter was taken away tonight by someone who released the Dark Mark. He was probably frightened and had hallucinations. You know, when people are extremely frightened, it is easy for them to lose the distinction between imagination and reality in their minds."

"I didn't, I know exactly what I saw!" Harry was really angry this time. He couldn't imagine that the little Minister of Magic would refuse to believe that Voldemort was back.

Not only do they not believe it, but they think I am talking nonsense and deliberately undermining the stability of the wizarding world. This is too ridiculous.

"No! Mr. Potter, you must be hallucinating," Fudge retorted forcefully, "You just said that You-Know-Who called someone Barty Jr. That's impossible."

"Barty Crouch Jr., a subordinate of the You-Know-Who, died in Azkaban more than ten years ago. This has been confirmed by Mr. Crouch himself. Dumbledore, you should know this."

"I'm not mistaken," said Harry, stiffening his neck. "That was the young man who disguised himself as Mr. Barty Crouch and took me away from Hogwarts."

Fudge ignored everything Harry said and just stared at Dumbledore.

"Cornelly," said Dumbledore, "it was Sebastian who brought Harry back. Why don't you wait for him to come back and hear what he has to say?"

"Sebastian?" Fudge's eyes lit up, and he pointed at Dumbledore and said, "If the You-Know-Who really comes back, you should go and save Sebastian immediately instead of talking nonsense here."

You keep saying that the mysterious man is back, but you, Dumbledore, didn't even think about saving Sebastian. This is your biggest flaw.

Aren't you worried that Sebastian will die at the hands of a mysterious man?

"I believe in Sebastian," Dumbledore said quietly, looking at Fudge, "He is very powerful, and Voldemort cannot keep him."

ha?

What nonsense are you talking about?

That's a mysterious man!

No matter how powerful Sebastian is, he can never be a match for the mysterious man.

Fudge looked at Dumbledore with contempt: "I have had enough of your tricks. Now that the savior has returned, I will return to the Ministry of Magic."

"The man who released the Dark Mark is still at large, and the Ministry has a lot of work to do."

"Dumbledore, I find that there are major problems with the way this school is run. We will contact each other later."