Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

'Severus, no one told you that potions have to come in the form of potions.'

This is what Lily said to Snape in the Potions class in the third grade. Maybe it was just an unintentional remark from Lily, but Snape remembered it in his heart, or maybe every action and every word of the other party was deeply imprinted in the heart of the Potions Professor, and he would recall it from time to time.

Unconsciously in Snape's eyes, Dudley, who was cooking the magic soup, gradually overlapped with the beautiful figure and then quickly separated. There was a huge size mismatch, he was at least three times Lily's size.

She shook her head vigorously, trying to dispel the horrible image of Lily's head and Dudley's body from her mind.

This disciple of mine has surpassed me, realized Lily's original vision, and walked out of his own path.

The Soup Master at Hogwarts.

You can also call him the Soup Master of Hogwarts.

Chapter 383 Explode, Azkaban

Since he left that day, Fudge never arranged for the Ministry of Magic to interfere in the affairs of Hogwarts again, and Dumbledore carried out a public trial of Umbridge as he said, and the result was... naturally, she was found guilty.

It was not the Azkaban prison as she had expected. The loophole she had left saved her life. She was temporarily exempted from her post and sentenced to imprisonment for reform for half a year, but it was just an ordinary prison of the Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore accepted the result and did not pursue the matter further.

In Dudley's words, he was too kind.

Umbridge and Fudge would not be grateful for his kindness.

On the contrary, it will get worse.

As expected, in the second week of Umbridge's imprisonment, Fudge's counterattack began. He used his power as Minister of Magic to win over a large number of Wizengamot members and removed Dumbledore from the title of Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot.

Dumbledore didn't care about Fudge's revenge

A candidate for Minister of Magic could not concurrently serve as Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, so Fudge's move just suited his wishes.

Well, what I said that day was not just talk.

Dumbledore thought carefully about it, he really wanted to run for Minister of Magic.

Moreover, his action ability is not low at all. In just a few weeks, he has gathered a lot of wizards who support him.

Many wizards, especially those at the lower levels, strongly support Dumbledore's participation in the election for Minister of Magic.

Everyone graduated from Hogwarts, and everyone knew what Dumbledore was like. No matter how much he stretched his hips, he was countless times better than Fudge, wasn't he?

"Stop him at all costs!"

Fudge was so angry that he flew into a rage in the office, slamming the table.

Once Dumbledore's application is approved, the people will vote again, and it is very likely that a re-election of the Minister of Magic will be held in the next year or two.

In other words, he can only serve as Minister of Magic for one year.

With what he has done recently, his public support rate has dropped to the lowest level. Even when he was most popular, he was not as popular as Dumbledore, let alone now.

Unless he can do something major that benefits the wizarding world during this period, he will have a chance of winning the future election against Dumbledore.

But it's too hard.

unless

"Percy!"

Fudge called his secretary to his office.

"There is something that only you can do."

Originally, he should have assigned his most trusted confidant to do it, but Umbridge was locked up at this time, and Percy was the only subordinate Fudge could trust now.

Fortunately, although Percy had only followed him for a short time, he was a loyal subordinate.

"Stop him at all costs!"

In a mansion somewhere in the North Sea region of England, Voldemort spoke in the same tone as Fudge.

He tore up the latest issue of the Daily Prophet.

"What a joke!"

"How did that idiot Fudge convince Dumbledore to run for Minister of Magic?"

No matter how hard Voldemort racked his brains, he just couldn't figure it out. Even at his most powerful moment, Dumbledore didn't choose to run for Minister of Magic. How did this idiot manage to make him figure it out in just a few months?

Voldemort's original plan was to sit back and watch the fire, hoping that both of them would suffer losses. It was unknown whether Fudge hurt Voldemort or not, but Dumbledore would definitely not be hurt.

Having him become Minister of Magic would be the absolute worst possible scenario.

It is impossible to arrange Death Eaters to enter the Ministry of Magic as undercover like now. No one can hide the secret from Dumbledore.

Everyone in the world only knows that Voldemort is a master of Legilimency, but he himself knows very well that his former Transfiguration professor is the real master in this area.

"Master, we have arranged for other people to run for election."

Avery tried to show off his abilities.

"Shut up, you idiot."

Voldemort's look scared Avery so much that he fell to the ground and begged for mercy.

"It's no use. It's absolutely no use. If Dumbledore wants to run for Minister of Magic, there's no hope for anyone else, because... he's Dumbledore."

It is said that the person who knows you best is your enemy. Dumbledore knew Voldemort very well, and Voldemort also knew Dumbledore very well.

"My loyal servants must be released as soon as possible."

Voldemort was not sure whether the trap he had set for Dumbledore had worked, but he felt that he could no longer sit there and wait for death.

"Lucius!"

Voldemort said in a deep voice.

"Master." Lucius stood up immediately.

"You are responsible for gathering as many others as you can. Let me see how many people are still loyal to me. I will lead you to occupy Azkaban in three days and release my loyal servants who have been imprisoned for more than ten years."

Voldemort ordered, as a leader he didn't need to do these things himself.

Then he looked at Lucius meaningfully and said, "This is my first action after returning. Please don't let me down."

Upon hearing this, Lucius knelt on one knee respectfully in front of Voldemort.

"As you wish, my lord."

Looking at Lucius's departing back, Voldemort shook his head.

He is very obedient, efficient, and followed me before I got a new body. He does everything beautifully and is definitely an ideal subordinate.

It would have been better if I hadn’t lost my important diary.

It seems that the people who can be trusted the most are the Carrow siblings, the Lestrange couple and others.

Three days later, countless Death Eaters in black robes and hoods knelt respectfully at Voldemort's feet.

Looking at the circle which was much smaller than before, Voldemort's face was gloomy.

“It’s less than half of what it used to be.”

Lucius was about to explain when Voldemort continued.

"Forget it. It won't take long for things to return to their previous state anyway."

"Follow me!"

The overwhelming black smoke swept towards the location of Azkaban Prison.

"Who is this?"

On the outside of Azkaban Prison, the prison guard in charge of liaison looked at this scene in stunned silence. He wanted to notify the Ministry of Magic, but as soon as he turned around, he was greeted by a dark green light.

The black smoke rose into the sky, leaving behind only a cold corpse without a soul.

The Dementors in the sky seemed to sense something and kept flying into the air, like a sky full of black stars floating in the air, or like a flock of bats covering the entire sky.

As if welcoming someone's arrival.

The strange behavior of the Dementors attracted the attention of the prisoners, who grabbed the prison fence and looked up at the sky.

"I'm coming!"

Seeing this, the crazy woman with disheveled hair raised her hands and screamed, "The master is here to take us back!"

Her actions inspired others, and countless Death Eaters in countless cells also stretched out their hands and shouted the name of the devil.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion went off in Azkaban prison.

These vicious criminals

Prison-broken.

Chapter 384 Dumbledore Miscalculated

The next day, in the Minister of Magic's office, Fudge paced back and forth anxiously in the room like an ant on hot pot.

On the desk not far from him was a newspaper, the front-page headline of the Daily Prophet (which had been acquired) was:

"Shocked, Azkaban prison is empty, the guards are in cahoots with the prisoners."

There were photos of Azkaban prison today, the depressing black weather, the empty rooms, the lonely island.

The prisoners escaped, and even the Dementors, the jailers, disappeared with them.

'This was not a simple jailbreak, but a premeditated and vicious incident'

All the guards in Azkaban are gone? Is this a distortion of human nature or a decline of morality?

This is the Daily Prophet, digging for deeper secrets.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Fudge was so angry that he wanted to tear up the newspaper. No, he had already torn the newspaper into a pile of scraps, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

Although the article does not mention the Ministry of Magic, the words between the lines are satirizing the Ministry of Magic's incompetence.

Although this was indeed true, Fudge was unwilling to admit it.

How could the Ministry of Magic, led by the wise and powerful Minister Fudge, be incompetent?

This was the positioning that Dudley had asked him to promote for himself during the Sirius incident, but Fudge seemed to be unable to extricate himself from it.

Not only the Daily Prophet, but even the Contrarian did not sing a different tune, and instead published this issue together with the Daily Prophet.

The content of the Poison and Antidote Daily is relatively euphemistic, but it also talks about the same thing.

The mass escape of prisoners from Azkaban had a huge impact, and Fudge couldn't suppress it just because he wanted to. All the serious criminals in Europe were imprisoned there.

If you jailbreak, the consequences will be disastrous

"Minister. Liaison Officer Gezer Elebik's cause of death has been investigated."

Percy walked in from outside with a serious face: "Dead from the Killing Curse! There is a mark next to it."

He said placing a marked picture in front of Fudge.

Skull and snake.

Clearly the Dark Mark.

"These damn Death Eaters!"

The roar echoed throughout the office.

According to our previous understanding of Fudge, his first reaction upon seeing the Dark Mark would be shock, fear, panic and uneasiness, but the only thing he shouldn't be is anger.

Maybe it was because the fear reached its extreme and turned into anger, or maybe it was because I had been pushed too hard during this period and my nerves were in a highly tense state, leading to anger.

In short, Fudge was like an angry wild dog at this time, barking non-stop in the office.

"Dumbledore! It must have been Dumbledore!"

"He wants to get me. He bribed those Death Eaters! It's him! It's him! It must be him!"