People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

In the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade, Wenda Rosier and other familiar faces from the meeting all knelt on one knee.

"Leader. We have arranged everything as you ordered."

"But... what's strange is that Finn Granger and Ulysses Rowle also spoke for us."

The blond boy leaned against the window, tapping the window sill with his slender fingers. "This is not surprising."

"Basil Granger is also Granger."

"He's Albus's brother-in-law."

"As for Luo Er, I can only say that he hid it very well."

"Let Voldemort think he is on his side."

Grindelwald's eyes were firm: Albus, if you are the leaf basking in the sun, I am the root buried deep underground.

At the same time, Fudge, who was drinking red wine and eating grapes, heard the undisguised footsteps.

Then the mahogany door was opened.

The office was broken into.

Leading the group was Barty Crouch Sr., with a group of Aurors following behind him.

"Cornelly Fudge you're under arrest!"

"You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say will be used as evidence in court."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 215 Fudge's Sins

"What are you doing!"

"I am the minister! Are you going to rebel?!"

Fudge scolded in a stern but cowardly manner.

He did not reach for the wand. After graduating for many years, he was more familiar with the quill than the wand.

She just puffed out her chest, as if she thought that if she looked more confident, she could make them cautious.

As for Crouch, he became gentle again.

Barty Crouch was a man in his fifties, with an erect back and stiff movements, dressed in a spotless, crisp suit and tie.

He had short grey hair with an unnaturally straight slit in the middle, a short moustache that looked as if it had been trimmed with a slide rule, and his shoes were polished.

But Fudge's concerns were not because of Crouch's Percy-style outfit.

Nor was it because Crouch was one of the twenty-eight pure-blooded saints.

It's not because of Crouch's current position.

The Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation only looks powerful.

The British wizarding community regards Dumbledore's halo as their own and claims to be the most powerful. Unless it is for profit (such as the dragon farm in Romania), they are not willing to communicate with other "backward" wizarding communities.

Because of work reasons, it is considered a shame to dress in a pure Muggle style. This is also the reason why Fudge likes Muggle suits and wears an inappropriate wizard cloak on the outside.

What Fudge was concerned about was Crouch's former identity - Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

All the ministers, except Fudge, came from this department.

Crouch was once just one step away from the position of Minister of Magic.

Everyone thought that he would definitely get that position.

It wasn't until everyone discovered that Crouch's son Barty Jr. was a Death Eater that he was forced to leave the center of power.

But since he took the position of minister until now, Fudge has never let down his guard against him.

What happened now only proved that his guess was correct.

"Bati, is it because of that child?"

"It's not necessary. It's really not necessary. Even if we pave the way for the child, it will be a long time before he becomes an adult."

"How about this, I will transfer you back to the Law Enforcement Department first."

"Director, I'm sure it won't work because of Bones, but I can promise that if you want, I can even carve out a field just for you like Arthur did."

In response, Crouch just sneered.

"You still think you have a chance?"

The witch behind him waved her wand, and a document written entirely in dragon blood and engraved with the seal of Merlin's Order appeared in front of Fudge.

Fudge slumped in the soft chair, feeling extremely desperate.

"Jazz Files!"

The Sir File is a document that will only appear after the Merlin Knights have reached a consensus and obtained the approval of the Director of the Department of Magical Law.

The seal of Sir Merlin's Order is a kind of contracted magical text that cannot be forged.

And clearly written on it was his name and his sentence in Azkaban - twenty years.

Well. And there's also Umbridge's subordinate.

He didn't need to look to hear Umbridge screaming next door.

"Why? Who is it?" Fudge was extremely depressed.

"In March 1983, you ordered a reduction in research funding for the Department of Mysteries, but to no avail."

"In April of that year, you turned your attention to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."

"You added the [Office of Error Information] to the original three offices: [Office of Beasts], [Office of Aliens], and [Office of Ghosts]."

"Let's hear about the job description of the [Office of Misinformation], dealing with the worst magical-Muggle conflicts."

"This is clearly the responsibility of the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes."

Fudge wiped the sweat off his forehead, "This is necessary. You should pay attention to the 'most serious'."

"In such cases, the [Office of Misinformation] will liaise directly with the Muggle Prime Minister to find a plausible 'explanation' for the incident."

"It was necessary. It saved a situation that had seemed extremely dangerous for a while."

Crouch became even more interested after hearing Fudge's explanation.

He was ready to savor this delicacy more carefully.

"Let me tell you something. Its greatest work so far has been convincing Muggles that all the visual evidence of the Loch Ness Monster is fake."

"Well, it is indeed quite dangerous."

Fudge quickly added, "Isn't it the job of the Invisibility Task Force to ensure that magical creatures and magical places in the wizarding world are not noticed by Muggles? It is because they failed to do a good job that the Office of Misinformation exists."

"Oh," Crouch stroked his chin, "What about contacting the Prime Minister? That's clearly the job of the Muggle Liaison Office."

"They are the ones who are responsible for liaising with the Muggle government and Muggle authorities."

"And they said the video evidence was fake. Didn't the Muggle Mediation Committee, which was responsible for coming up with some reasons to explain magical events to Muggles, do a good job?"

"And it is in the same department as the [Muggle Liaison Office]. With coordination within the same department, this information can also be well delivered to those expert professors."

“Isn’t their explanation more professional than that of the [Office of Misinformation]?”

Fudge's mind was spinning, and he was sweating. "Because... because the Muggle Mediation Committee is responsible for handling minor incidents."

"That's the problem!" Crouch's voice suddenly rose. "Who determines whether it's mild or severe?"

"It's obviously a minor Loch Ness Monster issue that was handed over to the [Office of Misinformation]."

"You handed over such a serious problem as a dragon breaking into a village and eating people, and then being hunted and killed, to the Muggle Issues Mediation Committee."

“Why? Because the director of the [Office of Misinformation] has the same last name as your wife?”

The disgust in the eyes of the Auror behind Crouch grew more intense.

Crouch paused, "You did more than that."

"In July of that year, the [Werewolf Capture Project Team], [Werewolf Registration Office] and [Werewolf Support Services Department] were split into the [Beast Office] and [Alien Office] respectively."

"That's weird. Werewolves are clearly humanoid."

“If you discriminate against them, why do you let the [Other Office] responsible for human beings nominally provide information and operational support, but in fact capture them.”

"If you don't discriminate, why did you register and assign the verbal capture plan to the [Beast Office] that is responsible for beasts?"

"Hasn't your little head ever thought that this might cause a lack of information exchange?"

"Remember Fennel Greyback?"

"Because of your own decision, he killed two Muggle children, but because of the difference in his office, he managed to convince the Ministry of Magic that he was just a Muggle tramp and thus escaped punishment."

"After being exposed, your first reaction was to amend the file to add suspicion of murdering two Muggle children."

"Suspected of murdering two Muggle children, doesn't that sound like a small problem?"

"Ridiculous! Ignorant! Stupid!"

"You've affected more than just the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes and the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."

"You have also added a lot of unnecessary work to the [Experimental Spells Committee], [Magic Maintenance Department], [Ministry of Magic Public Information Department], [Department of Magical Education], [Wizard Examinations Authority], and [Investigation Committee]."

"Your micromanagement has made the department redundant and its functions unclear."

"Of course, your power will be even greater. You can decide which department is busier and more likely to offend people, and which department is easier and more likely to achieve results."

"So, those who work hard can only become more and more tired, and are criticized from time to time."

"The lazy guy who drinks tea and coffee every day and stays in the office writing copy is promoted step by step and gets flowers and honors."

Fudge lowered his head even lower.

The Aurors behind Crouch had their knuckles white on their wands.

In the past, they just didn't work hard enough.

But now, after Crouch's detailed explanation, they completely understood the reason.

It’s all because of this dirty, greedy pig in front of me!

Crouch also took a deep breath, "But even so, you are still not satisfied."

"It is clear that the political donations he received are countless."

“But for the greater good.”

"You're eyeing some petty gains."

"You've cut benefits that many employees at the bottom of the department deserve."

"The use of the Floo Network, strict definition of overtime, disappearance of medical subsidies, and reduction of fieldwork subsidies."

"You've done too much."

"I'm so sorry why you're only twenty years old."

"Why doesn't that pink toad (Umbridge) have the smarts to realise she's just a scapegoat."

Crouch waved his hand, "Take him away."

Fudge did not resist, but just lowered his head and allowed the binding spell shot from the Auror's wand to lock his hands and feet.

Before leaving, he suddenly looked up and asked, "Is the new minister you or Bones?"

Crouch closed his eyes in disappointment, "I would have thought you would have asked what happened to Umbridge."

He ignored Fudge's cries of 'who the hell is it?' 'who the hell is it?'

He stared blankly at the flames in the fireplace, as if he was looking at his past self.

"Rights, rights, I finally understand how terrible it is."

"Was I like this in the past? Is that why he follows the Dark Lord?"

-

Harry and Ron lay on their sides on the rocks by the sea, listening to the sound of the waves hitting the shore.

Sniffing the salty and humid sea breeze, Harry frowned, "Where did Ginny go that day?"