"Do you think I'll believe you? Dumbledore, if you're here to tell me this ridiculous news."

"Minister, I'm afraid you have to accept this fact."

Fudge rubbed his face irritably, "Okay, that person who can't even name has his body and has recovered his mana. What's worse is that before that, he sent his loyal subordinates to sneak into Hogwarts, kidnapped Harry Potter, and even made the trophy into a door key, almost killing Jack Silver who won the championship."

"If these things appear in the Daily Prophet tomorrow, I, the Minister of Magic, will have to step down tomorrow. Do you know? Dumbledore." Fudge emphasized.

"But things have happened, and we can't fool them by pretending to be deaf, Minister." Dumbledore said in an unquestionable tone, "It is necessary for the public to know these things."

"Listen to me, Connelly." Dumbledore said, taking a step forward towards Fudge, as if an indescribable force was emitted, "Silver saw with his own eyes that Voldemort had been resurrected."

Forge took a step back from Dumbledore, but his expression was still so stubborn.

"Please forgive me, Dumbledore, although I don't think the mysterious man died, it is unheard of to be resurrected so easily."

"Harry Potter is still in a coma, and we can get more news when he wakes up."

"No, no, Dumbledore, since Jack Silver can bring Miss Dragul and Mr. Porter alive, he is definitely not facing the living Voldemort."

"He is one of the best students in Hogwarts ever, and even Voldemort and I are not that old at his age. It is not surprising that we can escape from the newly resurrected Voldemort!"

"This may be a misunderstanding. Silver may have regarded the Death Eaters' remnants as mysterious people in panic. It is not surprising that he is still a child and the Aurors are pursuing these criminals." Faugi said angrily.

"You fool!" shouted Professor McGonagall, "so isn't Mr. Crouch's testimony sufficient?"

"That's him crazy!" Fu Shi also shouted loudly, his face turning purple and red. His anger was no less than Professor McGonagall. "Crouch is already mentally ill, and he has said something crazy! Crouch has long died in Azkaban, how could it be possible to come back? In my opinion, you are all determined to create a sense of panic and destroy everything we have worked hard to create over the past thirteen years!"

"Voldemort is back," Dumbledore said again. "Foge, if you accept this fact immediately and take the necessary measures, we may also save the situation. The first and most important step is to free Azkaban from the control of the dementor—"

"Play the piano randomly!" Fudge shouted again, "Revoke the dementor? As long as I make this suggestion, I will be kicked out of the office! Half of us know that there are dementors standing guard in Azkaban. We can only sleep soundly at night!"

"Connelly, if we know that you let Voldemort's most dangerous best friends guard the guys who will serve him with a command, then the rest of us will not sleep well!" Dumbledore said, "Those guys cannot be loyal to you, Fudge! Voldemort can provide them with much more power and fun than you can! Once Voldemort has the support of the dementors behind him, his former best friends will return to him one after another. Then it will be difficult for you to stop him from regaining the power of the thirteen years ago!"

Foggy's mouth opened and closed, and there seemed to be no words that could express his anger.

"The second measure you have to take - and you have to do it right away," Dumbledore further said, "is sending someone to deliver letters to the giants."

"Send someone to deliver a letter to the giant?" Fudge exclaimed, and he could speak again at once, "What kind of crazy words is this?"

"Show your friendship is not too late," Dumbledore said, "or Voldemort would pull them over. He had done this before, among all the wizards. Only he can provide them with rights and freedom!"

"You-you must be joking!" Fudge was so surprised that he was breathless. While shaking his head, he retreated from Dumbledore. "If the magic world knew that I had contact with the giants - people hated the giants to the core, Dumbledore - my career would be over"

"Connelly. You are too obsessed with your official position, which makes you lose your due judgment." Dumbledore said, his voice gradually increasing, and people can feel the aura of power shrouded around him, and his eyes shining again. "You value so much the so-called pure wizard blood! You have always been like this! You have not realized that a person's origin is not important, what is important is what kind of person he grows up! I will tell you now - as long as you follow my advice and take some measures, the Ministry of Magic and the entire wizarding world will always remember you and regard you as the bravest and greatest Minister of Magic in history. If you don't take action, history will also remember it: it is you who stand by and watch Voldemort for the second time that we have worked hard to destroy the world we have worked hard to rebuild!"

"Absurd," Fudge whispered, continuing to step back step by step, "crazy..."

"Moody, who has been locked in the box for a year, may be happy to share his anger with you, Connelly. If you are so obsessed with it and will do it alone, Connelly," Dumbledore said, "we have to part ways. You do what you think is appropriate. I-I act according to my will."

There was no threat in Dumbledore's voice, it sounded just a statement, but Fudge was furious, as if Dumbledore was approaching him with a magic wand.

"Okay, OK, Dumbledore," he said, threateningly waving a finger, "I have always given you full freedom. I have always respected you. I may not approve of some of your decisions, but I always remain silent. Not many people will allow you to hire werewolf, keep Hagrid, or decide to teach students without asking the Ministry of Magic. But if you are going to go against me-"

"The only thing I want to do against," Dumbledore said, "is Voldemort. If you object to him, Connelly, we are still in the same camp."

Fudge couldn't seem to think of how to answer. His two little feet were standing steadily, and he shook for a moment, spinning his dome hat with his hands. Finally, he spoke, with a hint of desire in his voice, "He won't come back, Dumbledore, he can't..."

Another voice answered him.

"Nothing is impossible, Minister, Voldemort has indeed returned, and has once again possessed body and mana, and fear cannot serve as a driving force for us to deny the facts."

Silver walked in from the principal's office door, "I'm not dazzled at all."
Chapter completed!