“The entire Ministry of Magic knows this is impossible.
Of course, I am not surprised that the Minister thinks this way.” Janus has served Fudge for many years and understands the Minister’s mind completely: the Minister wants to shift the blame, but he does not know that this is even more dangerous.
“Poli, everyone knows Azkaban is a cesspit.
During the war, who knows how many wrongfully accused wizards were thrown in.
But you cannot just because someone smells the stench lift the lid and make everyone sick together.”
“Now look what has happened.
That woman Rita stands on the moral high ground and throws a bomb in from far away.
We are busy washing the filth off ourselves, while she has harvested the praise of the entire magical world.”
“We can attribute You-Know-Who’s death to Headmaster Dumbledore and the savior.
But do not forget, Millicent took up the responsibility of Minister when the magical world was about to be destroyed.
She retired early precisely for her perfect achievements and honor.” Janus curses and warns Poli not to drag the former Minister into this.
“Poli, you must remember, former Minister Millicent will not get involved in this.”
“But the Minister has no reason to lie to us!” Poli mutters somewhat despairingly.
She realizes that Minister Fudge cannot escape.
“There is no loss, at least for now.
Have you looked at the files?” Janus flips through the documents, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.
“Look at this page.” Janus pulls out a file.
Inside is the deployment report from the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes on July 1, 1980.
“Winchester suspected of being attacked by a Soviet nuclear bomb…” Poli reads softly, and memories from the past slowly awaken.
“Theodore’s Lumos!”
“It was him, that child’s father.
The report shows that in order to cover Jessica and the child’s escape, Theodore used Lumos to illuminate the entire Winchester.”
Janus smacks his lips and sighs.
“I never thought someone could master a basic spell to such an extent.
In some ways, Theodore was also a genius.
Unfortunately, his opponent was not an ordinary Auror, but the justice-obsessed Barty Sr.
Look here, this battle caused a major impact on the Muggle World.”
At that time, the Muggle World was at the peak of the Cold War.
The white light that shrouded all of Winchester could be seen even from satellites.
Muggles thought Britain had been attacked by a nuclear bomb, and all of Europe fell into nuclear war panic.
If not for the then Department Head, and current Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, personally stepping in and traveling to many sides to eliminate the impact of this matter, perhaps the Muggles’ war would have started again.
“According to the investigation, everything in Winchester is normal, with no traces of radiation whatsoever.
Professors from Oxford and Cambridge claim that the white light appearing on July 1 is an extremely rare natural phenomenon…
reports from the BBC and ITV.”
“Then it is even less related to us!” Poli remembers now.
She even participated in the large-scale Memory Charm work at the time.
“What would Rita say if she saw this file?”
“She would shout in the newspaper: Fudge used an innocent baby as a stepping stone to sit in the Minister’s position…
If former Minister Millicent is dragged in, I dare assert that this report will appear in front of Rita the very next moment…” Janus pinches his throat and imitates a woman’s voice. Read the latest chapters at novelping dot com.
“Barty Sr.
has arrived…”
The Floo in the hall flashes green, and a tall, thin man stands inside.
Barty Sr.
lost the chance to become Minister because his son was a Death Eater.
He was transferred to the Department of International Magical Cooperation.
Although he still holds the title of Department Head, everyone knows this is a promotion in name and a demotion in reality.
The crowd hurriedly makes way for him, afraid that Barty Sr., with his dark face, will drag them into it.
“Poli, if Headmaster Dumbledore comes, take him directly to the office.” Janus hurriedly follows Barty Sr.
and walks into the Minister’s office, which has been smashed into a garbage dump.
“Dolores, Janus, Albert, Kiddley, stay.” Seeing Barty Sr.
arrive, Fudge waves the others out.
Aside from Barty Sr., the remaining four are all core personnel of the Minister’s office, utterly loyal to the Minister himself.
“Crouch, I order you to take responsibility for this matter in your personal name!” Minister Fudge slams his hand heavily on the table, wishing he could tear apart the Daily Prophet in front of him.
“Who do you think you are?
A member of the Order of the Phoenix?
To avenge the McKinnons, you acted without authorization and took revenge on the Travers Family!
Hmph, bypassing trial and throwing them into Azkaban!
There was even a baby!” Minister Fudge points his thick, fat index finger at Barty Sr.’s hooked nose, wishing he could poke it to pieces.
“The Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Wizengamot have been lying to me all along.
Everyone is lying!
Deceiving me!
Even the Minister’s office is deceiving me!”
“Our Aurors are just a bunch of despicable cowards, ruthless even toward a mother and child.”
“Minister Fudge, I cannot tolerate you insulting the Aurors of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.” Barty Sr.
refutes Fudge without courtesy.
He remembers that baby was clearly already dead back then.
“Ha!
I forgot you are the famous Barty Crouch, our upright former Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
What, was it not you who cast the Imperius Curse on an innocent baby?
Was it not you who threw them into Azkaban without trial?”
“You keep saying you want to end the wizarding war as soon as possible, letting Aurors use Dark Magic against You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters.
And you?
In the end, all you can do is use Dark Magic against a baby.
You are the shame of the Ministry of Magic, the shame of the Aurors!”
“Fudge, you have no right to say this!” Barty Sr.
retorts without courtesy.
The two lean toward each other, almost pressing their faces together.
“I have no right?
Is it just that you did not leave a lightning-shaped scar on that child’s forehead?”
Faced with Fudge’s questioning, Barty has no words to answer.
Fudge is still roaring.
The whispered spell on the door cannot withstand the Minister’s fury, and the entire corridor echoes with Fudge’s anger.
Poli stands by the Floo, worried and at a loss.
Seeing Dumbledore arrive, she hurriedly walks over: “Headmaster Dumbledore…”
“I already know.” Dumbledore waves his hand and walks toward that room full of fury.
Behind him, the Floo makes an even bigger commotion.
A group led by Lucius Malfoy arrives at the Ministry of Magic.
They are representatives of pure-blood families, and they want to use this matter to take back the benefits they lost in the war.
“Headmaster Dumbledore, thank you for your owl.
Otherwise, none of us would have known the Travers Family still had an heir.” Lucius wears a smile, and the thanks in his words are truly sincere.
“That is a brave child, deserving of all our respect.” Dumbledore says calmly.
“I believe what truly matters is not bloodline, but character.
Everyone present today, I think…
is here for goodness and justice.”
Malfoy opens his mouth, seeming somewhat silenced in the face of Dumbledore’s words.
“For goodness and justice.
Headmaster, you say it so well.
The Travers child is worthy of the name of pure blood.
Even in Azkaban, he survived so bravely.” Lucius sneers.
“Headmaster Dumbledore should prepare early.
I have received some news that Ilvermorny in America and Beauxbatons in France have already sent admission invitations to Mr.
Rayleigh.”
“Is that so?
That is truly wonderful news.” Dumbledore says happily.
“No matter which school Rayleigh chooses, I will sincerely be happy for him.
A kindhearted child deserves the best education.
I believe that no matter where he is, he will become an outstanding wizard.
Not because of bloodline, but because of character.”
Malfoy’s expression darkens.
He originally wanted to use this news to make Dumbledore nervous, but he did not expect Dumbledore to be more peaceful than he imagined.
With a gloomy face, he praises in a low, hoarse voice: “The Headmaster is indeed big-hearted.
However, some members of the school board believe Hogwarts should not easily give up a pure-blood heir.
If Rayleigh chooses another school, the board will have reason to believe that Hogwarts’ educational philosophy has gone wrong.”
“Of course, we all know Hogwarts is the finest school of magic.
As long as you pay a little attention, Rayleigh will definitely choose Hogwarts.
On this point, most wizards in the British magical world share the same view.” Malfoy stares fixedly at Dumbledore, hoping to catch even the slightest change on his face.