[HP] If youth has an ageless face

Edwina repeatedly recalled Antonio's words, and gradually understood what he meant: the Ministry of Magic couldn't imprison a diplomat in Azkaban Prison, even if he came from a small country.It wasn't just a political game and gamble, but someone...perhaps the Minister for Magic.He was determined to conceal the news of the Dark Lord's resurrection. In contrast, the rumors were still rampant like wild vines, so would he allow this big case to shake the already precarious Ministry of Magic?Won't.

Once he loses popular support, at worst, the reputation of the Ministry of Magic will be questioned; at worst, his ministerial position will inevitably be lost.

Compared with this, what's the hindrance to let an old case that has been silent for many years continue to be silent?

When Edwin was at a loss, an unexpected person came to the door suddenly.

"Fudge has had dealings with Death Eaters, maybe you can use that to threaten him," said Mrs. Parkinson eagerly. "He became Minister a Death Eater—Signus Burst, to be precise. ——The result of adding fuel to the flames. Fudge was afraid of failure after the arrest of Bulstrode, and imprisoned him in Azkaban after a hasty trial. Later, Bulstrode died in prison, and it is said that Fudge moved some hands and feet."

Edwina was silent for a moment, cautiously probing: "Empty words, how could I rashly accuse the Minister of Magic of colluding with the Death Eaters?"

"Of course the physical evidence is long gone." Mrs. Parkinson replied, "But old Mrs. Burst is still alive."

Hearing what she said up to this point, Edwin La has already believed it to seven or eight percent.This matter is extremely difficult. She is facing pressure from the Minister of Magic, not a relationship that money can open up.The information provided by Mrs. Parkinson can be said to be helpful, but her concern is why she has to be so kind——

"I don't like Fudge." This reason was unconvincing, but she obviously wouldn't tell Edwina the real reason.

"Thank you." Edwin said politely.Mrs. Parkinson stared at her for a moment, and finally couldn't help asking:

"What I said is real."

"I know," she replied, "I trust you will not deceive me."

"Will you go to Fudge?" Mrs. Parkinson asked again, "I think... this case is very important to you?"

"It is indeed very important, but I have to consider whether to go to him. After all, it is not an easy task to threaten the Minister of Magic. If I fail, I will be involved."

"Fudge is on the edge of a precipice, and he's going to be smashed to pieces with a slight nudge."

Edwin couldn't help but look sideways at her words: "You seem to hate Fudge?"

Mrs. Parkinson remained silent, wondering if it was a kind of tacit consent.

Everyone has stories they don't want to tell others, whether good or bad, don't want to tell or can't tell.Edwina didn't intend to pursue more details, but at this moment she had a strange desire to confide: "Don't worry, I won't let Fudge easily muddle through this case."

"Is it because of Mr. Zabini?" asked Mrs. Parkinson, "or is it because of your son?"

"Maybe it's both," Edwinra replied. "You see—I just want an explanation."

Mrs. Parkinson nodded, and said something a bit off topic: "Of course memories are good, as long as you can let the past go."

Bright and cold stars filled the sky, making Davis Manor a dome against the night.

Uriah sat under the dome, and he didn't look up at the galaxy.

He sat motionless for a long time.

In the previous ten years, his life path was twists and turns, rough and dangerous, which left him scarred and scarred.He often complains to himself and feels that fate has treated him cruelly enough, but at this moment, he still feels that the current situation is more bewildering than anything before.

He wasn't alone in the room.

"You know—" Constance whispered excitedly, her words were filled with Romanian that no one could understand, most of them were bad words or even dirty words, "he, he, he..."

"Don't get excited." Edwin stood far away by the door with his arms folded, as if he was watching a play with cold eyes, "Yes, I know everything."

"Uriah!" she called out her brother's name, "Why did you come back? Why did you tell her? Are you crazy!"

Finally unable to avoid it, Uriah stretched out her hand to move the wheelchair, and forced herself to look at her long-lost sister: "Long time no see, Constance."

Her words came to an abrupt end.Like in slow motion, Constance's lips began to move, her eye circles gradually turned red, and the muscles on her face twitched and twisted, making her expression look like weeping or smiling.

"Why do you..." She choked up and said, and then couldn't go on.

"We've all changed a lot." Compared with her great sorrow and joy, Uriah's attitude was almost indifferent. After hesitating for a moment, he spat out the already unfamiliar title, "Sister."

"Uriah." Constance let out a sob, stumbled forward and knelt down in front of his wheelchair, "what's wrong with you?"

This is an unanswerable question.Ulea bent down and grabbed her arm to make her look up, and at the same time calmly put a certain distance between the two: "How did you become like this?"

The reunion after a long absence has changed.Edwina should have given them plenty of time to catch up, but this hasty meeting was not just for sensationalism: "I need you to testify in court for me, Uriah."

Uriah is still looking at Constance.In fact, he liked the way she looked at him when he looked away.

"Why?" The person who answered was Constance, she sneered and stared at Edwina, "Why are you so embarrassed?"

"I'm not talking to you." Edwin pulled her eyes away, she knew Uriah would agree.

"Don't promise her, Uriah." Constance grabbed her younger brother's wrist tightly, "Don't let her ruin you!"

"My current situation has nothing to do with Edwinla. I will testify in court." Ulea vaguely remembered the World Cup many years ago.In fact, when he returned to the box after doing his hands and feet, he was already a little uncertain and regretful.However, the players have all entered the field one after another and are preparing to start the game. He cannot stop the game in full view—how should it end?Say there's something wrong with Matthew's broom?Said he was trying to pull a prank?

This is like an arrow that leaves the string, and it is impossible for him to recover it.So there are only two results: one is to hit the target, and the other is to miss.

It's hard to say which outcome Uriah would prefer.He couldn't remember how he felt at the time, and he didn't want to think about the answer.No one is perfect, Uriah consoles himself by saying that he just indulged his dark side.When Matthew fell heavily to the ground, he breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately realized that a mistake had been made, and he had to carry this secret all his life.

Towards evening, a long overdue letter was delivered to Fudge.After reading, he sat in the office for a long time.I just feel chills all over my body, and I can't figure out where the problem is and who betrayed him.

There are many people who will betray him.Fudge knew just how many enemies he had made.In the past, he would definitely try to shut that person up forever.But things were different...he didn't have to look back to know that there must be clouds outside the window.

Finally, he grabbed the letter and threw it into the fireplace, letting the flames burn the paper in an instant and make it disappear.

The next day, Edwina received a notice from the Ministry of Magic that the trial was scheduled to be held on the last day of September.

The author has something to say:

Antonio is a clue character.In fact, I also arranged a little emotional scene, but the setting is a bit similar to the others. Orz