The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

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"Hmm...the house-elf is awake, and the attacker is Barty Crouch Jr."

Dumbledore pondered for two seconds, and said the news he had just received.

"This is impossible! Little Crouch has long..."

Fudge yelled loudly, but after only half a sentence, he closed his mouth tightly again.

That's right, the old man sent his son to Azkaban with his own hands, and it didn't take long for him to die.

But what's twisted and twisted inside, who can say for sure?

You must know that old Batty was the director of the Law Enforcement Department back then, and there might be some means to fish out his son silently.Or maybe, little Crouch might not have entered Azkaban at all.

For a moment, Fudge's mind was a little messy, and then he felt inexplicably happy as if he had lifted a boulder that was pressing on him.

Bah, I didn't expect him to be such an old thing, it's a pity that I was upset about it for a long time back then.

But Fudge's joy came and went quickly—the matter of Sirius couldn't be suppressed anymore.

For the executor of the law, justice that is not absolute is absolute injustice.A favoritism law enforcement chief, everything he does will be re-examined.

The story of Crouch will definitely be spread later, and the source of any delay and inaction at that time will be slapped on the edge of the cliff by one-sided public opinion.

No, after it's not needed, I'm afraid the news is already flying all over the sky, and maybe there are already roaring letters on the way.

As if thinking of the scene where the roaring letter exploded, Fudge shrank his neck, feeling the urge to run away immediately.

But can't.

In order to save the credibility of the Ministry of Magic, not only could he not continue to hinder Sirius' restoration of his reputation, but he had to actively promote cooperation, otherwise Fudge's reputation, which he didn't have much, might directly drop below freezing point.

One mishandling and Secretary Fudge could pack up and leave, so he had to do something.

"Is the news credible, Albus? We all know that house-elves are very loyal to their masters. If this is true, old Crouch will certainly not allow it to reveal any information."

Fudge still had a little illusion that if Sirius was really returned to the head of the Black family, a deep rift would inevitably be torn between Fudge and the family that supported him.

In that case, Secretary Fudge is not far from packing up and leaving.

Before Dumbledore could reply, another silver light and shadow entered through the wall, but this time it stopped in front of Aini.

"Yeah, house-elves are loyal to their masters, so the Auror used old Crouch's safety as an introduction, and it didn't take much effort to get the news out of the little elf named Winky."

Aini looked at Fudge with a half-smile, and extinguished the unrealistic fantasy in the other party's heart.

"Oh, Crouch, old Crouch, little Crouch, oh my God, why is this happening."

Fudge turned in a circle on the small open space, his swinging arms brought out the whistling sound of the wind.

Suddenly, Fudge's movements stopped abruptly, and his scattered eyes became firmer. He looked at Dumbledore as if he wanted to say something, but an uninvited guest pushed him back into his stomach before he could start speaking. .

"Department, Minister..."

The staff of the Ministry of Magic who hurried over were obviously Fudge's confidantes. When they entered the door and saw that Dumbledore was also there, after a little hesitation, they went to Fudge's side and whispered the secret message.

Although the two great wizards were face to face, the behavior of the staff was as if they were covering their ears and stealing the bell, which had no practical effect other than a formal cover-up, but Minister Fudge was obviously satisfied with his subordinate's attitude and listened to the report with a smile on his face.

But every time he heard a sentence, the muscles on his face became stiffer.

Merlin's pants!Isn't that what Dumbledore and Ernie said just now? !

Why did he, the Minister of Magic, be the last to get the information from the Auror investigation?

Waving his hands to signal his subordinates to go out, Fudge lowered his head in a thoughtful state to conceal the anger and fear that was about to overflow from his eyes.

But just like the behavior of the staff just now, in front of the Legilimency master, his cover-up is also just self-consolation like deception.

"He's back, Fudge."

Dumbledore's magnetic voice sounded, but Fudge, whose anger had not dissipated, still did not look up.

In other words, as the chief wizard of the Wizengamot spoke, Fudge's anger was slowly being converted into anxiety in proportion.

"I know you have always wanted to deny his return, and I can understand your intentions."

"But today is different, he is recovering faster and faster, and he is no longer willing to sink in the dark forest of Albania."

"Fudge, what do we know, he has put his tentacles into Hogwarts, and is Hogwarts the only one? What we don't know, or how much we know but ignore?"

"A Death Eater who has been controlled in the basement for many years, his loyal servant was freed not long ago, and got the opportunity to continue serving him. Is this really just a coincidence!"

The old man's tone became more and more powerful, "Think about it, Fudge, England is very close to war."

Fudge had already raised his head in astonishment, and stared straight into Dumbledore's eyes. He no longer had to be afraid of his disrespect being discovered by the other party, because at this time the shock and fear had already covered everything, and the effect was better than his own bowing his head. The cover-up is even better.

However, this "brilliance" made Fudge feel confused, only to feel that a big hand was pressing down on him in the darkness, and was about to pinch him into another shape.

A shape he didn't want to be.

"Dumbledore, I...I..."

Fudge spoke several times, but in the end he didn't make any promises.

How could it be worse?There is not only England in the world, if you can stay in the position of minister for one more day, you will stay for one more day.

If you stay one more day, you will earn one more day.

Earn one more day, and you will have more capital in the future.

more capital...

It's not that he doesn't want to protect England and benefit the wizards, but he wants to be happy for himself.

"Albus, I will urge my subordinates to restore Mr. Black's reputation as soon as possible and correct Crouch's past mistakes. As for other matters, we will discuss them later, let's stop here for now, okay?"

Fudge looked at Dumbledore pleadingly, the matter had come to this point, and the only way to minimize the impact was to turn over Black's matter quickly.

Aini knew Fudge a long time ago, and knew that Dumbledore's persuasion would probably be useless. After hearing his expected answer, he shook his head and walked out of the room first.

Things in the house have nothing to do with him.

Aini has done what he can, and how the story develops next depends on God's will.

However, Aini was very optimistic in this regard. He touched the magic pocket on his chest - which contained a golden arrow that had grown a little, and said silently.

The world loves me.