Homecoming from Hogwarts

"Mr. Minister, there is news that a riot broke out in the Azkaban prison under your jurisdiction. Is this news true?"

"Minister Fudge, I heard that dozens of serious criminals escaped from Azkaban during this riot. May I ask if your department has a detailed list of the escapees?"

"Mr. Fudge, I'm Carl Kane, a reporter from the Gargoyle News. May I ask how this terrible prison break happened?"

A middle-aged wizard with chestnut curly hair broke through Kingsley's blockade and successfully pulled back Fudge, who was trying to rush into the crowded reception hall with a grim face.

"Sorry, no comment!"

Fudge suddenly turned his head and stared at the French reporter fiercely, his eyes looking as if he wanted to devour someone, and he roared.

"Oh, Minister, the magical prison of Azkaban is guarded by Dementors--"

The French reporter was not scared away by Fudge's terrifying eyes, but shouted even louder,
"Does this mean that the Dementors no longer obey the management of the British Ministry of Magic? They have rebelled together with those serious criminals!"

"What nonsense!"

Fudge pulled back his sleeves.
"Dammit, I've got to get out of here. Oh, Kingsley Dawlish! Where are you all? Get these people out of here, they - they don't have permission to be in the Ministry!"

About half a minute later, Dawlish, whose shoes were squeezed off, slipped under the crotch of a reporter and came to Fudge's side.
"Oh, I'm afraid that's difficult, Minister. About half of the European wizarding world is gathered here. We..."

"Journalists from half of the European wizarding world!"

Fudge roughly pushed the reporter in front of him aside.

"Yes, Minister!"

Dawlish used his body to clear the way for Fudge.
"The other half is still on the way or is squeezed outside and hasn't come in yet!"

“It’s only been half a day!”

Under the protection of several Aurors, the Auror, who had torn off his suit, finally squeezed into the elevator hall. However, reporters in the hall still rushed towards him like a tide, and countless reporters raised their hands and shouted,
"Say something, Minister!"

"When will the Ministry of Magic be able to bring those serious criminals to justice!"

Boom!

Suddenly, an explosion was heard in the noisy magic hall, silencing all the shouting reporters.

"Regarding the Azkaban prison break incident, the British Ministry of Magic will hold a press conference later. Please do not believe the rumors. Everything shall be subject to the official statement issued by the Ministry of Magic later!"

Kingsley shouted with his wand against his throat, and his words finally calmed the reporters down a little.

"Well done, Kingsley."

Fudge wiped the sweat off his face with his tie, and taking advantage of the little breathing space Kingsley had bought for him, he and Dawlish rushed into the elevator.

boom!
Fudge kicked the office door open. He subconsciously reached for his head and tried to take off his hat, but suddenly realized that his hat had disappeared in the crowd.

Fudge could only ruffle his hair in annoyance, breathing rapidly as he stood in front of the clothes rack.

"Minister, oh."

Dawlish, who followed in, was about to close the office door, but several employees of the ministry took the opportunity to rush in.

"Hey, Ankarns, what do you want to do with your people!"

Dawlish was furious, but the Ministry employees ignored his roar and went straight to the angry Fudge.

"What's the matter, Ankarns?"

Fudge pursed his lips and tried to straighten his chest.

"minister."

The Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Ankarnes, gasped.

"Just twenty minutes ago, the International Confederation of Wizards sent us a letter of inquiry, accusing us of causing the entire European wizarding world to face a serious crisis due to our negligence!"

"crisis?!"

Fudge jumped up.

"Nothing has happened yet!"

"--Anyway, Minister,"

Ankaens had a look of impending disaster on his face.

"The International Confederation of Wizards has given us a week to explain ourselves and come up with a practical plan to capture the fugitives!"

"Oh, that's ridiculous!"

Fudge's eyes bulged out, and he laughed in anger.

"This is ridiculous! When will it be the International Confederation of Wizards' turn to tell us what to do? Oh, I see. This must be the instruction of Dumbledore, Braine and Dregern. The three of them are watching that ridiculous game in Hogwarts now!" "Not only the International Confederation of Wizards, Minister——"

A young man behind Ancaense was panicking. He shook a pile of parchment in his hand.

"The German Ministry of Magic, the French Ministry of Magic, the Italian Ministry of Magic, the Norwegian Ministry of Magic, and even the Albanian Wizarding Self-Defense Organization have sent us letters to inquire about the details of this prison break. Oh, and there are also some unofficial organizations, such as the International League Against the Dark Arts and the Merlin Knights' Association Review Committee."

"I"

Fudge's face turned the color of liver, and he almost vomited blood.
"I have nothing to say to them!"

The people from the Department of International Magical Cooperation looked at each other in confusion.

"But, Minister——"

Ancarnes said, under Fudge's terrible gaze,
"We have to answer to the wizarding world, don't we?"

Fudge's chest puffed up, and he seemed to be about to roar again, but in the end, he held back his anger and just gave Dawlish a look.

"All right, Ankarns!"

Delisi's rare IQ is online.

He went up and took away the inquiry letters from various countries brought by the employees of the Cooperation Department, and said majestically,
"The minister needs time to calmly think about the current situation and the next steps. He, I mean, the ministry will respond."

"All right."

Ankaens looked embarrassed.
"I know the situation is difficult, Minister, but now we must have a proper explanation to appease the anger of the people and the anxiety of the international wizarding community."

Click——
The moment the door closed gently, Fudge jumped up.

"Damn it, who on earth did this!"

Dawlish maintained an awkward silence.

Who broke into the prison is not a question that needs to be pondered. Just look at who escaped from Azkaban.

However, Dawlish would never say this.

After all, this conflicts with some of the statements that the ministry has been insisting on.

Now if it is admitted that it was the Death Eaters who planned everything, then the Ministry, especially the Minister of Magic, will become a complete laughing stock.

"It's only been half a day!"

Fudge roared wantonly to vent his anger.

“Even the semi-official organizations in Albania know about it!”

"You know, Minister--"

Dalish wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

"This kind of scandal is always spreading. Oh, I mean!"

Seeing Fudge's sinister eyes, Dawlish was startled and he quickly changed his words.
"I think Ms. Umbridge's suggestion makes a lot of sense, Minister. The most important thing now is to divert people's attention. Oh, of course, there is also the capture of the fugitive, but this is not urgent. You know, people are always forgetful."

Fudge fell silent, breathing softly as he stood in front of his desk.

"Minister, could it be that at this time..."

"I certainly won't back down, Dawlish, even if doing so would completely escalate the conflict between the Ministry and those two wizards at Hogwarts. Oh, but it's their fault in the first place!"

Fudge scowled,

"Oh, yes, that's right. This is their fault. Dumbledore spread the news of the resurrection of the mysterious man to shake people's hearts. Brian openly trained the army in Hogwarts. The most appropriate time has come, Dawlish!"

The unexpected call startled Dawlish, and the grim look from the Minister of Magic made him sweat profusely.

"I'm here, Minister!"

Dawlish straightened his back.

"That Harry Potter Thing"

Fudge's eyes flashed with malice.

"I think we have a complete chain of evidence, right?"

"I promise you, Minister!"

Dawlish's face flushed.
"Harry Potter is doomed!"

There is no escape from the doom.
Outside the office door, Kingsley, who had finally calmed down the rioting reporters and was about to knock on the minister's office door to report, suddenly stiffened his raised arm!
(End of this chapter)