Chapter 286: Fudge's Decision

Chapter 726 Fudge’s decision

Ministry of Magic,

Minister's Office.

The fire burned brightly in the fireplace, filling the room with a sombre red light.

The heat in the room was suffocating, and Minister Fudge anxiously walked around the closed window, pacing around and around, looking in the direction of the door every time he walked around.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Fudge stopped and shouted impatiently: "Come in!"

After the door was opened, a man with short gray hair walked in. He bowed slightly and said: "Mr. Minister."

"How's it going, Delis?" Fudge asked nervously: "Have you found Williamson, Eddie and Clawber?"

"I was just in the Auror office and checked the Auror duty records." Deluxe reported:

"They left the Ministry of Magic three days ago, saying they found traces of Barty Crouch and went to investigate in northern Wales."

"Where are the traces of Barty Crouch?" Fudge murmured gloomily, "He has died in Hogwarts, how could he appear in Wells!"

Delis was obviously taken aback. "Barty Crouch...he's dead?"

Fudge didn't answer. His eyes turned quickly, staring at Delis and said:

"John, you take a few Aurors to Wells immediately. You must find them no matter what, whether they are alive or dead, do you understand?

Just find them and I'll give you a promotion. "

"Yes...yes!" Delis said excitedly.

"You should step back first," Fudge said.

Delis nodded and left, the door was closed again, Fudge slumped down on the chair and sighed deeply.

Williamson, Eddie and Crowber were all Aurors who Rove said went to Akazban but were attacked.

According to him, they had been recruited by the Death Eaters a long time ago, and now that the incident has come to light, they must have run away.

Is their trip to Wells considered a runaway?

Fudge didn't know, he just hoped it was just a coincidence.

At this time, a green flame suddenly burst out in the fireplace, and Umbridge, wearing a dusty cloak, emerged from the flame and walked out of the fireplace.

When Fudge saw Umbridge coming back, he immediately picked up the wine glass from the table, filled it with mulled wine, handed it to her and said:

"Dolores, you've worked hard, drink some wine and warm yourself up."

"Thank you, Mr. Minister." Umbridge cooed, took the glass, and took a sip.

"How is Azkaban?" Fudge asked impatiently.

After leaving Hogwarts, Fudge immediately ordered Umbridge to take the Aurors and rush to Azkaban overnight to verify what Rolf said.

"Those Death Eaters..." Umbridge sat on the chair, she clenched her wine glass and said, "They are all still in Azkaban."

Fudge was stunned for a moment, then took a long breath and said excitedly: "I knew Crouch was lying... He must be lying... The Death Eaters did not escape from prison."

Fudge picked up the wine bottle on the table with trembling hands, yanked the cork open, and took a swig directly into the bottle without pouring it into the glass.

Umbridge looked at the excited Fudge with a strange expression. For a moment, she hesitated whether to tell him the truth.

But thinking that there were two Aurors going to Azkaban together, she pondered for a moment and said honestly:

"Mr. Minister, although those Death Eaters are still in Azkaban, they are all... dead."

Fudge sprayed all the wine in his mouth onto Umbridge's face, causing him to choke and gasp.

Umbridge didn't bother to wipe off the sticky liquid on her face, patted Fudge on the back hard and said, "Minister, don't worry."

"Can I not be in a hurry?" Fudge grabbed Umbridge's hand tightly and asked, "Are they really going to die?"

"It's absolutely true, I saw the corpses of those Death Eaters with my own eyes in the mass graves behind Azkaban!" Umbridge said.

"How did you die?" Fudge asked in disbelief.

"The dementors did it," Umbridge said. "The dementors' food sources are all prisoners of Azkaban.

When they were eating, the Death Eaters couldn't hold on and died. "

"Not just Death Eaters, many prisoners who have been imprisoned for more than ten years have died recently. I have interrogated several prisoners in the black cell, and they confirmed this statement."

Fudge fell silent. He vaguely felt something was wrong, but he reluctantly told himself that this was the truth and not to think too much about it.

After all, the other answer - what Rove and Dumbledore said - was a catastrophe for him, urging him to get off the stage immediately.

But he doesn't want to leave yet.

"So, there was no mass escape of Death Eaters." Fudge murmured, as if to convince himself: "Rolf and Dumbledore were both confused by Barty Crouch's false memory."

"That's right." Umbridge agreed: "The mysterious man has died a long time ago. How could he be inhabiting the body of a dementor and save the Death Eaters? What a nonsense!"

Fudge walked along the table and came to the window. He opened it.

At this time, the east was gradually whitening, and the first ray of dawn shone down, lingering on his face.

Fudge looked out the window, his tired face that had not slept all night flashing with struggle. Finally, as if he had convinced himself, he clenched a fist and said:

"Dolores."

Umbridge shuffled closer: "Minister?"

"Write to the Daily Prophet immediately." Fudge said:

"Let's say Barty Crouch is dead. The Death Eaters in Azkaban rioted last night and tried to escape collectively. Under my planning, they have been... all killed!"

"If you send the fastest owl, we can still catch up with the version this morning!"

"Yes, Mr. Minister!"

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The next morning, many Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students habitually came to the window after getting up, wanting to feel the first ray of sunshine in the morning.

When they opened the curtains and looked down from the tower, they suddenly found something extremely strange:

The Durmstrang magic ship that had been docked in the Black Lake for almost a year disappeared overnight.

On the shore, there was a pile of charred ship wreckage. In the breeze, wisps of black smoke and pure white ashes rose.

The students who saw this scene were almost dumbfounded, and even had a crazy idea:

Wouldn't that pile of wreckage be the Durmstrang magic ship? !

The news that the Durmstrang magic ship had become a wreck spread as fast as possible. When the students arrived at the auditorium, almost everyone was discussing it.

There was even a rumor that all the students of Durmstrang had died!

However, as the students of Durmstrang arrived at the auditorium together, this rumor was refuted.

But they confirmed another thing:

"The magic ship was indeed burned." Krum sat at the Slytherin table and said gloomily: "A dark wizard used the Fiendfyre on the ship last night..."

Hearing Krum's words, the whole auditorium suddenly became quiet. Many students who didn't know about the Fiendfyre whispered about it, and after understanding its terrible power, they immediately gasped.

"You are so lucky that no one died here." Draco Malfoy couldn't help but sigh.

"It has nothing to do with luck." Leonie supported her chin with one hand, and said with lingering fear: "Someone saved us last night, so we were lucky enough to survive."

As the girl said this, she thought of the handsome boy who fell from the sky and helped her block the mast last night, and her eyes were blurred for a moment.

"Someone saved you?" Marcus Flint couldn't help asking, "Who?"

The students of Durmstrang didn't speak. They searched around the hall, as if looking for a savior.

This made the students of Hogwarts and Beauxbatons a little confused... Could it be that the savior was among them!

At this time, the door of the hall was pushed open, and Rolf walked in. Beside him were Shirley carrying a black suitcase, Hermione holding Crookshanks in her arms, and the Fleur sisters talking and laughing...

The next scene shocked the students of Hogwarts and Beauxbatons.

All the wizards of Durmstrang stood up at the same time and bowed to them from a distance.

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