Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

"He wants to remove me from my position as Minister of Magic!"

"He arranged everything!"

Fudge swept the objects in the office to the ground like a madman, and even turned the desk over.

His eyes were red, he was breathing heavily, and the veins on his face were all bulging and swollen.

In his logical thinking, at this moment, with such a coincidence and targeting him so much, the person who could be him could only be Dumbledore.

"It's over. We're done. I'm done."

Fudge sat on the ground dejectedly, like a deflated ball, his whole face becoming sagging.

"No, Minister. We still have a chance."

Percy looked at his immediate superior seriously.

"still have a chance?"

Fudge's eyes lit up when he heard this. He really couldn't think of a way to save the current situation.

"As long as we can catch those Death Eaters, as long as we can send them back to prison, as long as we can find evidence of Dumbledore's collusion with the Death Eaters, we can turn the tables, and you can continue to hold the position of Minister of Magic."

"Dumbledore has miscalculated, Minister."

"But they are a group of extremely vicious criminals. We..."

In the last second he was eager to have a life-and-death duel with Dumbledore, but in the next second he became hesitant.

This is Fudge's personality. No matter how angry or violent he appears, he will become timid when it comes to taking action.

character dictates

It's like many times before a fight everyone yells fiercely, saying they want to chop the opponent into pieces, but when the fight really starts they are definitely not the ones who rush forward.

"Minister, you have to believe in our strength. Our Aurors are no less powerful than theirs!"

"And we can seek support. If we launch the campaign in the name of capturing Death Eaters, there will definitely be Aurors from many places who will respond."

Fudge thought of something and widened his eyes: "You mean?"

"That's right. Cooperate with the Ministry of Magic in other regions to carry out the capture operation."

"But it would make the English Ministry of Magic look incompetent."

"How can you be incompetent? The Death Eaters targeted the entire Europe, and many areas were invaded as a result. With your wisdom and bravery, you will definitely teach the Death Eaters a lesson they will never forget."

Seeing that Fudge was still hesitant, Percy could only emphasize.

"Minister, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, our only chance to turn the tables. You don't want Dumbledore to become the Minister of Magic, do you?"

The words "Dumbledore becomes Minister of Magic" deeply irritated Fudge, and he said viciously, "Okay!"

"Don't worry, Minister. I will contact other wizards who are loyal to you to help with this. For example, Mr. Dursley is willing to support us with a special potion. It is a magical potion that can greatly improve the user's various stats. Even an underage wizard can fight an experienced adult wizard with ease."

Fudge suddenly felt hopeful after hearing Percy's words.

"Is it really that magical?"

"Of course, Minister, you can try it yourself."

"Our head of the Auror office, Rufus Scrimgeour, has attempted to procure this potion more than once, but has been rejected by Mr. Dursley. Now he can provide it exclusively to you."

"But he is not Dumbledore's student."

"He thinks highly of you."

Percy continued, "He has said more than once that Dumbledore is only suitable to be the headmaster, and you are suitable to be the minister."

These words really touched Fudge's heart.

'I am the Minister of Magic!'

Fudge looked at Percy sincerely and said, "Thanks to you."

"Minister, all of this is due to your wise and powerful teachings."

Flattery never wears out, and Fudge immediately laughed proudly.

"Hahaha"

However, what Fudge did not notice was that Percy, who had been standing respectfully behind him, raised his head slightly, pointed his chin at Fudge's back, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, as if he was looking at an idiot.

Chapter 385 I am always generous

A manor somewhere in England.

"Welcome home, my loyal servants."

Voldemort showed a rare happy expression and spoke to his former subordinates.

The Death Eaters released from Azkaban formed a circle and prostrated themselves respectfully at Voldemort's feet.

"I knew that you would come back sooner or later, Master. You would not abandon us."

The one who was speaking was Bellatrix Lestrange. Due to staying in Azkaban for a long time, being eroded by Dementors all day long and never seeing the sun, her face became haggard and unrecognizable. Her skin was terribly pale, and her eye sockets were deeply sunken. She looked like a half-human, half-ghost.

More than a decade ago, she was a very famous beauty in the wizarding world.

Her voice was filled with tears and she spoke with sobs, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances she had suffered over the past decade, but these were tears of joy, tears of extreme happiness. Although the other Death Eaters did not speak, their expressions were similar to hers.

These Death Eaters' fanaticism towards Voldemort was beyond imagination and was a purely religious worship, which was why they were willing to be arrested and spend more than ten years in Azkaban.

"It's all right, my servants, I'm back."

Voldemort rarely came forward and hugged Bellatrix, which made the latter even more excited. She buried her whole body in Voldemort's arms. As Bellatrix's husband, Rodolphus saw this scene with only fanaticism for Voldemort in his eyes.

"You have suffered these years, but don't worry, I will pay you back with interest for all the suffering you have endured over the years."

After these words were spoken, the Death Eaters of the 'Azkaban faction' became even more excited, and they couldn't wait to die for Voldemort.

"Go and rest first. Lucius has prepared a comfortable room for you."

These subordinates who had been imprisoned in Azkaban had just been released, so Voldemort naturally could not assign them tasks so quickly. He had to at least wait for them to rest for a while and adapt to the current environment.

"Master, we found these two guys in prison."

"He is neither one of us nor a dark wizard. Even the reason why he was imprisoned in Azkaban is very strange."

"A man used his status as a famous writer to molest underage wizard girls and fabricated false information maliciously. He was... Wow, he was jointly sued by 189 famous wizards. I'm really curious about how you did it?"

Avery threw out a man and a woman. Ever since the Death Eaters in Azkaban were released, his status had deteriorated again and again. Although he had been prepared for this, he still felt a little uncomfortable, but he did not dare to show it in front of Voldemort.

"Please don't kill us."

A man and a woman knelt on the ground, trembling all over, as scared as quails.

"Don't be afraid." Voldemort said soothingly.

Perhaps he was in a very good mood because his subordinates were successfully rescued, and he rarely showed a friendly expression. However, after the two men saw his noseless face, they trembled even more violently.

"Are you afraid of me?" Voldemort leaned forward and asked, his good mood gone.

Although Voldemort hopes that everyone will be afraid of him, he obviously doesn't want that now. Do you think the once handsome guy really doesn't care about his image at all?

"No, no"

The two said in unison.

"You are lying!"

Before Voldemort could speak, Avery shouted at the two men fiercely, "No one can deceive our master!"

"Avery, don't scare our friends."

Voldemort waved his hand, then leaned forward again: "Tell me your names."

"Then tell me what you are useful for."

The implication is that if it is of no use

Death Eaters never accept trash, and certainly never accept wizards with impure blood, unless they can demonstrate their own value.

"Gilderoy Lockhart"

The blond man stammered, "I can write a book."

"Lilita Skeeter."

Seeing this, the woman next to him also confessed: "I can write news"

Both of them are writers.

Lucius whispered something in Voldemort's ear, and the latter's eyes lit up slightly.

"Oh, it turns out to be the famous reporter of the Daily Prophet and the well-known writer."

"You are useful. Very useful"

Voldemort rarely smiled, as there were finally two people who could be of use to him with writing.

The most important point is that both of them are pure blood.

"Then let me ask you, are you willing to join the Death Eaters?"

Scarlet eyes were staring at the two of them, and they felt that they were naked and were being seen clearly.

"Yes! Of course I do!"

The two of them were not stupid. This was a matter of life and death, so of course they agreed first.

"very good."

Voldemort was very satisfied with the two men's 'timely' attitude. He stood up, stretched out his finger, and lightly stroked their arms. Immediately, a pattern of a skull and a poisonous snake appeared.

"From now on, you will be my loyal servants."

Feeling the burning pain in their arms, the two of them prostrated themselves at Voldemort's feet.

The one who could mark the Dark Mark on other Death Eaters could only be... When they thought of this, they felt like they fell into an ice cellar and shuddered uncontrollably.

The Dark Lord.

It was not until then that the two realized the identity of the person in front of them.

It's funny that the entire wizarding world is so afraid of Voldemort that there is not even a portrait of him.

Other records about Voldemort describe him as a demonic and terrifying character.

If someone has never seen Voldemort, then unless he tells them about it, they probably won't recognize him.

"We want you to continue doing what you did."

Voldemort's voice came faintly from above.

"I want you to write a book about Dumbledore. I want you to do everything you can to discredit him."

"I think you guys are pretty good at this, right?"

The two of them nodded frantically like chicks pecking at rice.

"I've already thought of the title for the book: The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore!"

The only wizard in the entire wizarding world that he was afraid of was Dumbledore, and he must not allow Dumbledore to become the Minister of Magic.

On this point, Voldemort and Fudge were surprisingly in agreement.

The first step he took was to discredit Dumbledore, or at least prevent him from running for Minister of Magic.

"All the people are ignorant and they only believe in authority. I want you to become that 'authority'."

"This book must be a big hit, can you guarantee that?"

Regardless of whether it can be guaranteed or not, if the two of them don't want to die, they can only nod and agree.

"Very good, very good. If you can finish it, I will give you anything you want."

"Everyone knows that I am always very generous to my subordinates."

Chapter 386 Ancient Mandrake