The leader of HP arrives

Four Death Eaters escaped from Azkaban. Such a horrifying news caused an uproar in the UK, and panic even spread to the Muggle world.From the description of Quirrell's letter, it is not difficult to see that there are some hidden and seemingly invisible connections between the British Ministry of Magic and Muggle political institutions, so that the four escapees from Azkaban were described as losing their minds The brutal murderer is at the top of the most wanted list.

The newspaper was sent to Malfoy Manor just after it was printed. Dongfang Bubai finished reading the absurd and ridiculous crimes in the newspaper word by word, gently pressed the creases of the newspaper with his fingertips, and folded the morning paper into a neat look.The photos in the Muggle newspapers are not moving, they are just a few portraits taken from Oro's memory, the light in Azkaban is always dim and gloomy, so the picture looks blurry and gloomy.

Dongfang Bubai's eyes stayed on Bellatrix's thin and pale face, and he could still remember Bella's frantic eyes when she first appeared in Voldemort's Manor, and he could still remember the high-spirited black dress, At this time, what appeared in front of her eyes was just a frail woman.The picture is very simple, simple but straightforward outlines a kind of deep sorrow, a kind of horrifying pride.

A layer of ink stained his fingertips, and Dongfang Bubai took out the napkin on the table and wiped it silently.Fudge sat awkwardly at the dining table. He had just personally delivered the newspaper to Malfoy Manor half an hour ago. He even specially put on the pinstripes that he wore when he first visited Voldemort Manor 12 years ago. Suit and red tie.He was eager to say something and do something to express his loyalty, but His Royal Highness the Heir of Slytherin just focused on wiping his fingers, and Fudge turned his head awkwardly to look at the platinum noble sitting on the other side.The platinum nobleman's always radiant face looked tired and sleepy, he just put down the coffee cup in his hand lightly, shook his head silently and did not speak.Fudge could only look back with difficulty, continue to endure the torment in his heart, and focus on his next response.

It is not a secret to the wizards in the whirlpool of power that the mysterious man has returned to England. The wizards of the Order of the Phoenix have never been able to keep a secret.He even vaguely noticed some hidden connections between Death Eaters and Blood Race, Death Eaters and Saints.Dumbledore has never acknowledged the identity of the mysterious Professor Riddle at Hogwarts, but many people have already guessed the name that cannot be said.The disappearance of the mysterious man was too sudden, which caught everyone by surprise, and made him have to make compromises with the Order of the Phoenix, from the trial of the Death Eaters to the staffing of the Ministry of Magic, from the "Washing the Essence" Disposal of teaching funding to Hogwarts.There is no Dark Mark on his arm, and the Order of the Phoenix seems to have deliberately ignored his surrender to Slytherin, but Fudge knew that Dumbledore had never really let him go.The Ministry of Magic is still half of the organization occupied by Slytherin, but the Order of the Phoenix urgently needs a spokesperson for its interests, and urgently needs someone to collect the unspeakable benefits after the victory. Of course, Slytherin will not allow a wizard of the Order of the Phoenix to occupy the throne of the minister. Dumbledore was even more reluctant to tarnish his decades-old reputation.Like a lifeless puppet, he has become a puppet of the two forces, enduring the torment of the sword of Damocles on his head at any time, awakened by nightmares in countless late nights, recalling his helplessness and fear The possible punishment given by the mysterious man, imagining himself being thrown into Azkaban by Dumbledore.

The clock struck the ninth time, and the powerful bell of the magic clock echoed in every corner of the manor. Dongfang finally asked a question. His voice was very soft, but it revealed a kind of stern majesty, which was different from the indifference of the past. , also different from the usual casualness, "How is Crouch now?"

"Mr. Crouch is now the director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation—" Fudge answered subconsciously, and then realized that the mysterious man was definitely not concerned about the old Crouch of the Order of the Phoenix, his voice trembled, gently Added, "Little Barty has committed suicide in Azkaban, I have visited him - he has always believed that you are coming back, no one would have guessed that he would -"

Dongfang Bubai's fingers holding the coffee cup paused, and still sent the warm brown liquid to his lips. He has always hated this kind of bitter drink, and this taste reminded him of some painful coffee in his previous life. Memory, the prescription that he had to drink in order to cultivate the Sunflower Canon, pushed himself step by step to a point where he could not retreat.He noticed Lucius' worried eyes, slightly raised the corners of his lips to appease the worry of the platinum nobleman, the bitterness of coffee spread on the tip of his tongue, Dongfang Invincible took a last look at Bellatrix on the Muggle Daily Pale photo, "What do you want to get from this seat in exchange, or, what value do you have for this seat to help you again, Mr. Minister of Magic?"

Fudge's face was terribly pale, and his clothes from more than ten years ago looked tense and cramped, which made it difficult for him to breathe, and he could only squeeze out a few words intermittently from his throat, "Department of Mysteries and Magical Things, that secret— —”

"You made this promise as early as ten years ago, Mr. Fudge." Dongfang casually interrupted Fudge's struggle, "I am not interested in these empty words, if this is your sincerity—" Red The sleeves of his sleeves flashed in front of his eyes. Britain did not have the etiquette of serving tea to guests, but Fudge understood the silent movements of the heir of Slytherin.

He was well aware of his situation, there had never been a prison escape from Azkaban, no prisoner had ever escaped from the dementor guards.However, during his term of office, such a thing happened, and he didn't know how it happened, or even whether there would be more Death Eaters fleeing Azkaban in the future.This is not the most important thing. The worse thing is that Dumbledore insisted on using the Order of the Phoenix personnel installed by the Ministry of Magic to pass the news to the Muggle Prime Minister.The old wizard's explanation for this is that weak Muggles need to be more entitled to know the dangers they are about to face, and the population base of Muggles is also more conducive to discovering the traces of the four Death Eaters.But for the Ministry of Magic, he never worried about the maddened Death Eaters massacring a dozen or even hundreds of Muggles, and now he doesn't even worry about that crazy woman from the Black family rushing into Hogwarts, the only thing he needs to worry about is The Wizengamot's indictment.Any wizard who discloses important secrets of the British wizarding world to the official institutions of the Muggle world without the approval of the House of Elders will be regarded as treason.

Dumbledore will not extend a helping hand to him, and the mysterious man has refused to provide asylum, so only the fate of Azkaban awaits him.Fudge's sturdy body stood up precariously, and he slowly took the top hat from the house elf. It was an old black top hat. It was the same hat he wore when he walked into Voldemort's manor ten years ago. Once, the mysterious man accepted his surrender.

The atmosphere in the manor seemed dignified and bleak. Dongfang Bubai had already stood up and left the room. Lucius coughed lightly.Everything was as expected by the master, the rights in Fudge's hands had been completely squeezed by Dumbledore, and nothing else could be handed over except these illusory promises.Naturally, neither Malfoy nor Slytherin need such empty promises. What he needs is just an opportunity, an opportunity to drive Fudge to the point of nowhere, an opportunity to make him realize that nothing but Slytherin A time of no choice, a time when the wizard, who had been compromising for ten years, could not stand it anymore and stand up against Dumbledore.

"It wasn't you who decided to throw Black into Azkaban back then, Fudge." Lucius thought for a while, and finally found a suitable opening sentence, "It wasn't you who put Little Barty into Azkaban, Fudge, the master's departure was so sudden that you and I didn't have enough time to prepare for this battle without gunpowder. Dumbledore had already occupied the absolute seat on the Wizengamot. Many ancient Slytherin families It's not your fault that you lost your heir because of lack of preparation, Fudge, I don't think the master will punish you for it."

Lucius drank a cup of coffee, and the warm liquid moistened his voice, making the gorgeous voice sound more cordial and gentle, "Any rational wizard can understand your situation, Slytherin chose to hibernate, waiting for the master You also chose to hibernate, and although Dumbledore tried repeatedly to control the Ministry of Magic, you still abide by the last limit and did not let him succeed."

Fudge took a deep breath, and he saw a glass of sweet currant wine on the table. This is not a drink that should appear in the morning, but platinum nobles are always considerate to take care of the needs of guests.Lucius' voice was very soft, but Fudge's eye sockets were slightly red. For more than ten years, since the first day he became the Minister of Magic, he has not enjoyed a day of comfortable mood.Slytherin's condemnation, Dumbledore's coercion, financial burden, most people think that he is just a farce product of the seesaw between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters, and everyone thinks that his political performance is terrible, but no one likes it. Lucius so earnestly understood the pain and embarrassment he endured.

"Dumbledore is old, Fudge." The wizard in front of him showed a shaken expression, Lucius curled his lips calmly, and continued to lure the poor Hufflepuff Minister of Magic step by step into the elaborate room. Trap made up, "Dumbledore may have been a great white wizard, but he is old, since the war with Grinwald, you have also seen, what did he bring to Britain? The Great Depression, the Civil War , even Hogwarts, the wizard's last home, has been reduced to the battlefield of Slytherin and Gryffindor under his control. Dumbledore has turned the conflict between himself and Grinwald into A conflict between Germany and England, turned into a conflict between pure-blood wizards and half-blood wizards, into a conflict between wizards and Muggles. We must not allow him to do this anymore, Fudge, you remember when we were born, England How prosperous the wizarding world is, how depressed the Muggle world is, and now? Dumbledore is a great wizard, but he has never been a qualified politician."

"But—" Fudge looked at Lucius hesitantly. The well-maintained young face of the platinum aristocrat looked noble and handsome. He was not older than Lucius, but the pressure of life had caused him to fall into baldness and depression many years ago. In the trouble of getting fat.

"If, Dumbledore is not as noble as he is, if the justice of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​not as fair as advertised—" Lucius knocked on the table, and the house elf respectfully held a newspaper and put it in front of Fudge .

It was just an ordinary daily Prophet, and the Weasley family was distraught as Fudge, who was laughing at the photo, had read this newspaper many times before the four Death Eaters escaped from prison. Caban did, but apart from Sirius Black's hatred for the savior, he really couldn't think of any other reason for these Death Eaters to take the risk of leaving Azkaban after more than ten years of silence.

"If I told you that this mouse is Peter Pediru's Animagus form, what would you think of?"

Lucius' voice was very low, and the low Fudge had to rack his brains to figure out those vague words.Peter Pedillo was dead, killed in the battle against Sirius Black, only the remains of a finger were found at the scene, and the two heirs of the Black family were thrown directly into Azkaban without trial.But now Lucius tells him that Pediru is still alive, not only alive, but also protected by the backbone family of the Order of the Phoenix. living in a corner—

Fudge squinted close to the photo in the newspaper, the bald and fat gray mouse was struggling to run away from the head of the Weasley family's youngest son, and a distinct part of the claw was missing from the raised paw.If, this is really Pietro Perudi—

So is Sirius Black really the wizard who betrayed the Order of the Phoenix?Did that prophecy really come from Trelawney?Is Dumbledore really still the white wizard who stood above justice?

Lucius watched as the stumbling Minister of Magic climbed into the Ministry of Magic's carriage, and the black carriage drove silently away from the gate of Malfoy Manor.The seeds of doubt have been planted, and it will not be long before the vines of conspiracy will flourish in the soil of pain and suffering.