A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Alastor was under the Imperishable Curse, a very long Imperishable Curse."

"Besides, his mental state wasn't good to begin with; some even said he was a mentally deranged murderer, always suffering from paranoia." Fudge gave a strange smile. "Dumbledore...you can't really completely believe a child, can you?"

“Of course I believe Harry,” Lupin said immediately.

“Mind your place, Lupin,” Fudge said impatiently. “You’re only standing here because the eldest daughter of the Klein family vouched for you.”

Forgive my bluntness, but I find some of the things werewolves believe to be rather unbelievable.

After a moment of silence, Sirius barked and barked at Fudge, revealing his sharp fangs.

“I believe Harry too,” Dumbledore sighed. “At least it explains everything that happened after Bertha Jorkins disappeared last summer.”

“Okay, okay, so what’s the evidence?” Fudge glanced at Harry Potter. “So far, it’s just a kid’s side of the story.”

Alastor has mental health issues, and his testimony is highly unreliable. As for Barty Jr. and Sirius Black, they are even less likely to be trusted; in most people's minds, they are dead.

“I saw Voldemort return with my own eyes, and my scar is still throbbing,” Harry said angrily, realizing he might have misjudged the Minister of Magic.

In the past, Fudge seemed a bit arrogant to him, but he was essentially kind and approachable to everyone.

But now he actually refuses to believe Voldemort's resurrection, which is too self-deceptive. Doesn't he know what the Dark Lord's reappearance means for the wizarding world?

“I’m sorry, child,” Fudge said stubbornly, “this is the first time I’ve ever heard of scars acting like alarm bells.”

"I also saw Death Eaters, and I could clearly pronounce their names."

Lucius Malfoy.

"Absurd, Malfoy has long been declared innocent."

"The Malfoys are an ancient wizarding family, and they have always generously donated to good causes," Fudge said with a displeased expression. He and the Malfoys were fairly close.

If he's a Death Eater, how can I, as Minister of Magic, still hold my position securely?

“And McNeil,” Harry continued, signing off.

"He was also declared innocent and is currently working at the Ministry of Magic."

“Crawb, Goyle, Avery…”

“Enough, Harry Potter,” Fudge said angrily. “These people you’re talking about were all people who were declared not Death Eaters thirteen years ago.”

And as far as I know, you have a very bad relationship with Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, and McNeil is Buckbeak, the hippogriff executioner, whom you certainly don't like either.

But settling personal scores shouldn't go this far! Slandering them as Death Eaters will have a very negative impact on their reputation and even their current lives.

Wang!

Sirius roared and lunged forward; he could no longer hold back.

But before they could even begin, Lupin hugged him tightly. "The Minister of Magic can't be attacked in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts!"

Sirius calmed down, but still grinned at Fudge.

Fudge swallowed hard. "In short, in my opinion, the idea of ​​the Mystic being resurrected is utter nonsense."

You are determined to create a sense of panic and destroy everything we have painstakingly built over the past thirteen years.

“You fool!” Professor McGonagall roared. “Bertha Jorkins and Barty Crouch are both dead. Doesn’t that prove everything?”

“My dear lady,” Fudge’s face turned ashen, “you must be careful what you say. They’re just missing. The Ministry of Magic is searching for them with all its might.”

Hearing this, everyone was speechless, not expecting Fudge to be so stubborn.

“Um… may I interject?” Adrian said calmly, then looked at Harry Potter, “Assuming what you’re saying is true, Voldemort has been resurrected.”

“I’m telling the truth,” Harry emphasized.

"Okay! So what happened after Voldemort was resurrected?"

How were you able to get back safely using the door key? What happened to the others?

Fudge seemed to have grasped the key point and immediately took the initiative, asking with a serious expression, "Yes, where did the others go?"

That's suspicious, Harry Potter.

“Minister Fudge,” Adrian said meaningfully, “could you let Mr. Potter finish speaking first?”

“Of course,” Fudge said reluctantly, his tone less forceful than before.

Harry pursed his lips and continued to tell everyone what happened next.

Aaron single-handedly took down a third of the Death Eaters, buying time until Genes and the others arrived. He used the Moon Drops and Voldemort's bet to explain everything in great detail.

The true strength of Genes, Aaron's phantom teleportation, the Holy Dragon Guardian, the ultimate magic circle, and the magic firearms were all revealed without any concealment.

Dumbledore and the others looked at each other in disbelief.

They all knew about Aaron's magical talent, but what Harry said was just too unbelievable.

Adrian, however, smiled slightly, revealing a 'I knew it' kind of smile.

Her younger brother only revealed part of his strength in the three-way competition, almost fooling even her, but he never expected an accident to expose him.

Abe was overjoyed and proudly raised his dragon head.

The Holy Dragon Guardian, who else could the Holy Dragon be but it, and who else would it dare to be?

“This is insane, Dumbledore.” Fudge gave a strange smile. “Harry Potter is one hundred percent under a curse; he’s hallucinating.”

"it is true."

“No one will believe this is true,” Fudge said matter-of-factly. “If you say Mr. Genes is a high-ranking archmage, I can reluctantly believe it, after all, the Gaius family can indeed afford such a wizard.”

But Aaron is only a fifteen-year-old student, how could he possibly defeat so many dark wizards? It's absurd.

“Perhaps it is true?” Dumbledore stood up, his eyes gleaming. “Aaron has exceptional talent; he might be able to do these things at fifteen.”

"Dumbledore, you are recognized as the most talented wizard of this century."

I ask you, when you were fifteen, could you apparite? Could you defeat a dozen powerful dark wizards? Could you have two Patronuses? Or could you set up a defensive barrier that could hold off dozens of dark wizards?

"This..." Dumbledore was speechless for a moment, then turned to Adrian sitting beside him, "Miss Klein, you know Aaron best, what do you think?"

“Of course we’ll just sit and watch,” Adrian said casually. “Whether Harry Potter is telling the truth or not will only be clear when the others come back.”

However, if I were Harry Potter, I would definitely conceal part of the truth, or simplify the course of the battle. At the very least, I wouldn't reveal Apparate, the magic circle, or the Patronus.

After all, this is a secret Aaron doesn't want others to know, right?

Harry Potter: ......

Chapter 416 Perjury: The Value of a Lifesaving Favor

Click!

A bolt from the blue struck Harry like a bolt from the blue, followed by a light drizzle.

He accidentally betrayed Aaron completely, but he really didn't do it on purpose.

The problem is that the sale has already been made, and it seems too late to repent at this point. You can't just admit in front of everyone that what you saw was an illusion!

“The facts are already obvious.” Fudge shrugged, a smug look on his face. “This was an operation planned by a Death Eater to spread the terror of the Mysterious Man.”

That fake Moody might be mentally unstable to cause trouble at Hogwarts. Harry and the other four were threatened and retaliated against by dark forces, but the resurrection of the Mystic is absolutely fictitious.

“Fudge.” Dumbledore looked at him seriously and emphasized, “Voldemort is back. You must accept this reality and take action so that we may still be able to turn the tide.”

The first and most important step is to free Azkaban from the Dementors' control.

"Impossible!" Fudge jumped up and down in anger. "If this resolution is proposed, I will definitely be kicked out of the office."

"Isn't it because Dementors are stationed in Azkaban that we can sleep peacefully?"

"They are Voldemort's most dangerous cronies. What's the difference between sending them to guard Voldemort's most loyal servants and releasing them from prison?"

Those guys won't be loyal to you; Voldemort can give them far more power and pleasure than you can offer.

If Azkaban remains under the control of the Dementors, they will bring Voldemort's former loyal servants back to his side, at which point he could easily regain the terrifying power he possessed thirteen years ago.

Fudge opened his mouth, looking extremely angry, but unsure how to express himself.

“In addition, you must take a second step—send a message to the giants,” Dumbledore continued.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Why would I send a message to a giant?" Fudge said aggressively.

"It's not too late now, extend a hand of friendship to the giants."

He had done this before Voldemort tried to win them over, offering them rights and freedoms.

"Are you insane, Dumbledore?"

Giants are inherently cruel; if others were to find out that I have dealings with giants, my career would be over.

“Fudge, you are too obsessed with power, which has caused you to lose your proper judgment.”

Do as I say, take some measures, and the entire wizarding world will regard you as the greatest Minister of Magic in history.

But if we don't take action, the wizarding world will remember that you stood by and gave Voldemort a second chance to destroy the world we've worked so hard to build.

Fudge shook his head and backed away. "This is impossible. This is too crazy. I can't gamble my career on the unrealistic words of a child."

“I’m telling the truth,” Harry said again, but no one paid attention, all drawn to Dumbledore’s long sigh.

“Connelly, since you insist on going your own way, then we have no choice but to part ways.”

You do what you think is right, and I will act according to my own will.

boom! boom! boom!

Just as Fudge was about to speak, there was a knock on the principal's office door.

“Professor Dumbledore, Gaius and the others are back,” Filch called out.

"Let them in."

The oak door opened, and Aaron, Cedric, Viktor, and Fleur entered the principal's office together.

Their faces were filled with exhaustion, looking almost like refugees, only slightly better off than Harry.

Abe dashed out and, with tears in her eyes, threw herself into Aaron's arms.

Two white paws rummaged through the pocket for a while and pulled out a small bottle of crystal-clear white liquid.

"No, I don't have any external injuries, so let's use this stuff sparingly!" Aaron said affectionately.