Hogwarts: I Became the Third Dark Lord.

Just as countless thoughts were flashing through Professor Ilona's mind, Snape took out the empty bottle from his bag.

Professor McGonagall gazed at the few remaining drops of liquid in the empty bottle, which emitted a mesmerizing glow, and asked curiously:

"Professor Snape, is this the Felix Felicis they gave Marcus?"

Snape's previously stern face revealed a hint of mockery, and he then said:

"That's right, it's Felix potion... a defective product!"

Facing the questioning looks around him, Snape said with a hint of disdain:

"It's clear that the other party put a lot of effort into making this Felix Felicis potion, but unfortunately, this can only be considered a defective product. Felix Felicis potions are not so easy to make!"

At this point, Snape subconsciously puffed out his chest, and then continued:

"The other party used some good ingredients in this bottle of Fortune Elixir, but unfortunately, they went too far and weakened the effect of the elixir. I'm afraid the only use of this so-called Fortune Elixir is to give people some so-called confidence."

At this point, Snape dismissively tossed the glass bottle back onto Dumbledore's desk.

Upon hearing Snape's words, the Hogwarts professors present all breathed a sigh of relief. Professor Sprout, the Head of Hufflepuff, even patted his chest repeatedly, saying:

"Thank God, thank God!"

Ilona was also filled with lingering fear. Fortunately, the Felix Felicis potion did not have its intended effect. Otherwise, with the Felix Felicis potion, which can grant wishes, plus Marcus, who was under a curse and determined to kill Wentworth, Wentworth might have been in real danger this time!

While the Hogwarts professors were feeling relieved, Fudge, the Minister of Magic at the British Ministry of Magic, was in a much less pleasant mood as he looked at the chaotic state of the ministry.

Fudge then spoke to a female Ministry of Magic official beside him, who had a broad, sagging face and curly hair:

“Damn it, Rufus Scrimgeour? Where has he gone? Does he even know what’s going on in London right now? How can he, the head of the Auror Office at the British Ministry of Magic, disappear at this hour?”

Upon hearing Fudge's roar, a female official beside him spoke in a high-pitched, affected voice:

"Minister Fudge, I never deny that you are a wise minister, but I must say that at times you have been too lenient with certain people in the Ministry of Magic. You see, they may not appreciate it! Sometimes, you need to be a little tougher!"

Upon hearing this, Fudge nodded slowly, saying with considerable approval:

“You’re right, Deputy Minister Umbridge. It seems I was indeed too lenient in the past! To the point that some people became too arrogant!”

Umbridge echoed in agreement:

“That’s right, Minister Fudge! You are the Minister of Magic of England! Everything here should be up to you!”

Just then, Rufus Scrimgeour returned from Knockturn Alley with his Aurors.

Upon returning to the Ministry of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour didn't even have time to greet Fudge and Umbridge before issuing orders to his Aurors.

"You two, take these people down and interrogate them. You must extract useful information as quickly as possible."

"You all, immediately send a letter to the Aurors who are currently on leave, instructing all Aurors to cancel their leave, return to stand by, and prepare for battle!"

Fudge and Umbridge, who were waiting to the side, were dumbfounded as they watched Rufus Scrimgeour bring back several wizards and the series of actions that followed.

Once he realized what was happening, Fudge immediately went to Rufus Scrimgeour's side and sternly questioned him:

"Rufus Scrimgeour! Where have you been? Do you know what's happening outside?!"

Rufus Scrimgeour glanced at the Minister of Magic before him, then nodded and replied in a rather somber tone:

“I know what’s happening outside, Mr. Minister. That’s the symbol of the Malay Party. It’s Grindelwald, gathering his followers!”

Fudge's eyes twitched slightly, then he said angrily:

“Of course I know that’s the Masonic Party, it’s Grindelwald gathering his followers! I’m asking, why are the Masonic Party members here, in London?! Grindelwald, shouldn’t you be in that damned Nurmengard right now?!”

Faced with Fudge's questioning, Rufus Scrimgeour remained silent for a moment, but finally decided to tell Fudge the whole story. So, Rufus Scrimgeour slowly began to speak:

“I think it might be because I arrested members of the Basilisk Party, that is, followers of Grindelwald.”

"hiss……"

Upon hearing Rufus Scrimgeour's answer, Fudge and Umbridge gasped simultaneously, with Fudge even instinctively taking a few steps back.

Immediately, Fudge jumped up like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, pointing at Rufus Scrimgeour and saying:

"Damn it! What have you done? Why didn't I know anything about this? Rufus Scrimgeour, even though you're the head of the Auror Office at the British Ministry of Magic, don't forget, I'm the Minister for Magic!"

Seeing this, Rufus Scrimgeour quickly explained:

"Yes, Minister, because of the urgency of the situation, the other party could flee London at any moment. After receiving the intelligence, we immediately went to Knockturn Lane..."

Rufus Scrimgeour then gave a brief but complete account of what had happened to Fudge and Umbridge, who were standing nearby.

Before Fudge could even react to Rufus Scrimgeour's account, Umbridge, standing nearby, preemptively asked:

"So, the Lich Party, which could appear at any time outside, isn't just here to cause trouble in London? They might even be targeting our British Ministry of Magic?!"

Upon hearing Umbridge's question, Fudge looked at Rufus Scrimgeour with a nervous expression. Fudge desperately wanted to hear Rufus Scrimgeour's denial, but instead, he saw Rufus Scrimgeour nod solemnly.

In that instant, Fudge felt his heart rate surge.

At the same time, Rufus Scrimgeour spoke up in a rather somber tone, reminding him:

“Minister, I think we should prepare for war.”

Fudge stared blankly at Rufus Scrimgeour, seemingly unable to believe that the word "war" had been uttered so easily by Rufus Scrimgeour.

For a moment, Fudge didn't even know how to answer or what he should do.

Chapter 113 The Ministry of Magic's Countermeasures

After a long while, Fudge, finally realizing what was about to happen, pointed a single finger at Rufus Scrimgeour in front of him and said in disbelief:

"How dare you! How dare you make such a major decision without my permission? Do you know what kind of people those wizards in the Malay Party are? They're a bunch of lunatics!"

"Back then, Gellert Grindelwald infiltrated the Magical Congress of the United States for several months, making it a laughingstock throughout the wizarding world! Now, you dare to openly provoke a war between the British Ministry of Magic and the Sorcerers?!"

Faced with Fudge's harsh criticism, Rufus Scrimgeour remained calm and composed, saying:

“Minister Fudge, I had no intention of starting a war between the British Ministry of Magic and the Lich Party. I was simply fulfilling my duty as the head of the Auror Office at the British Ministry of Magic!”

But Fudge clearly didn't agree with Rufus Scrimgeour's answer. Fudge abruptly flung his hand away and angrily said:

"Enough! You tell me, what should we do now?"

Rufus Scrimgeour had clearly prepared a contingency plan on his way back, as he calmly stated:

"Minister Fudge, I have already given the order to inform all Aurors in the Ministry of Magic to return. You must know that London is the location of our British Ministry of Magic, and our number of wizards actually far exceeds that of the Wizarding Party!"

Upon hearing this, Fudge nodded slowly, his expression relaxing slightly.

Fudge's reaction just now was simply because he was too terrified by the sudden war! In fact, Fudge himself knew that in Britain, especially in London, there was only one powerful organization in the wizarding world, and that was the British Ministry of Magic!

Seeing that Fudge's expression wasn't as bad as it had been at first, Rufus Scrimgeour continued:

"Secondly, I hope Minister Fudge can quickly write to the International Confederation of Wizards and the Ministries of Magic in various European countries, telling them that we need their help. Ask them to immediately send their Aurors to assist us! After all, the more strength we have, the greater our chances of victory."

Upon hearing this, Fudge seemed somewhat hesitant as he spoke:

"Will they help us? You know, although the Ministries of Magic in various countries appear peaceful on the surface, the competition behind the scenes has never stopped."

Faced with Fudge's question, Rufus Scrimgeour nodded with absolute certainty, and then said with considerable confidence:

“They will come, because Gellert Grindelwald’s UMNO is a nightmare that haunts many people! They, too, do not want to see the return of UMNO!”

Upon hearing Rufus Scrimgeour's explanation, Fudge nodded in understanding and immediately replied:

"Alright, I'll write a letter right away and tell them that the demon that once stood above the Ministry of Magic in Europe and America has once again bared its fangs!"

However, Fudge, who was about to leave, was stopped by Rufus Scrimgeour.

"What? Is there something else, Rufus?"

Seeing this, Fudge asked in surprise.

Rufus Scrimgeour nodded, then slowly said:

“There’s one last thing, Minister Fudge. I think you should write to Albus Dumbledore! We still don’t know how many wizards the Malays will bring, or who they will be here.”

At this point, Rufus Scrimgeour paused, as if thinking of something terrible, before continuing:

"But if Gellert Grindelwald were to leave Nurmengard and come to London, I think, apart from Albus Dumbledore, probably no one would be his match..."

Upon hearing Rufus Scrimgeour's reminder, Fudge realized that if the Sorcerers were the demon hanging over the Ministry of Magic in Europe and America, then this demon, which even the Ministry of Magic in Europe and America couldn't deal with, was nothing more than Gellert Grindelwald's pet!

Once infiltrating the Magical Congress of the United States alone for months without being discovered, nearly destroying the entire city of Paris with his graceful dance, revered as a leader by countless wizards of an era, and the most brilliant and talented dark wizard in history, this is the first Dark Lord—Gellert Grindelwald!

Fudge may be arrogant, but he's not stupid! His magical abilities are no match for Gellert Grindelwald!

Thinking of this, Fudge nodded solemnly and said:

“That’s right, you’re absolutely right! Apart from Albus Dumbledore, any other wizard who wants to defeat Gellert Grindelwald would have to pay with the lives of countless wizards! I will write to Albus immediately! As the president of the International Confederation of Wizards, this is exactly what Albus should do!”

Without hesitation, Fudge jogged off to his office to write to Albus Dumbledore.

But at that moment, Umbridge, who had been standing silently to the side, suddenly spoke up:

"Wait a moment, Minister Fudge."

Hearing Umbridge's plea to stay, Fudge frowned and asked:

"Is there anything else, Deputy Minister Umbridge? I don't think there could be anything more important than this, could there?"

Umbridge smiled and took two steps forward, walking to Fudge's side and whispering:

"Have you decided how to write this letter to Dumbledore?"

Faced with Umbridge's sudden question, Fudge was momentarily bewildered and could only tell the truth:

"Of course, we should tell Albus everything that happened here and ask him to come and confront Gellert Grindelwald!"

But Umbridge slowly shook his head before explaining:

“Minister, I think you should write this letter like this: After informing Dumbledore of the situation here, have him go to Nurmengard to see if Grindelwald is still there. If he hasn’t left Nurmengard, then ask Dumbledore to temporarily look after Grindelwald in Nurmengard.”

Hearing Umbridge's words, Rufus Scrimgeour asked, somewhat puzzled:

"What does it mean?"

But Fudge seemed to be deep in thought.

Faced with Rufus Scrimgeour's question, Umbridge, with a confident expression, slowly replied:

"Without Grindelwald's sorcerers, they're just a bunch of ordinary old wizards! With the strength of our British Ministry of Magic, plus the Aurors coming to our aid from other countries' Ministries of Magic, wiping them out in one fell swoop will be a piece of cake!"