“What you say is not without reason.” Dumbledore nods.
“I will consider your suggestion.
But as we said before, the most important thing is to respect the child’s own choice.
The doors of Hogwarts are always open to all peace-loving wizards.”
Malfoy glares fiercely at him, then quickly adjusts his attitude: “You are right.
As a graduate of Hogwarts, the Malfoy Family’s magazine ‘Wizard’s War’ is willing to contribute to this matter.”
Dumbledore narrows his eyes and ponders for a moment: “Thank you for your kindness, Mr.
Malfoy.
Now, let us go together to see Minister Fudge.
After all, the most important thing is to get the child out of Azkaban first.”
Dumbledore knows in his heart that the ripples of this matter have only just begun.
The pure-blood wizards led by the Malfoy Family absolutely will not give up this opportunity to strike at the Ministry of Magic.
Dumbledore walks into the office and frowns at the mess of furniture: “Reparo.”
“Albus, you have come.” Minister Fudge breathes a sigh of relief when he sees Dumbledore, and his whole body relaxes a little.
“Fudge, what is most important now is not whose responsibility it is, but rescuing the child from Azkaban.
No matter from which angle you look at it, he is innocent.”
“Albus, what if the report is fake?” Fudge still maintains his final stubbornness.
Once the Ministry of Magic admits the report is true, he will be the first to bear the brunt.
Not only will he suffer the condemnation of the entire magical world, he may even lose the Minister’s position.
“Even if there is a one-in-ten-thousand possibility that an innocent child is imprisoned in such a terrible place, we cannot ignore it.”
Dumbledore says with deep earnestness, “Trust me, launching an investigation immediately is the wise choice.
If the report is true, we can correct a tragic mistake in time; if it is false, we can also calm unnecessary anger and panic among wizards.
The key is to take action, not to evade the problem.”
Fudge falls into deep thought.
At this moment, an Auror rushes in hurriedly and reports loudly: “Minister, there is new information!
We have received a reply from the Azkaban’s administrator.
He confirms that the boy is still alive!”
Fudge’s expression changes, and the flame of hope in his heart is mercilessly extinguished.
After a long while, he heaves a heavy sigh: “All right, Albus.
It seems we must take action.
I will arrange a team to go to Azkaban at once.
If the child is still alive, transfer him immediately to St.
Mungo’s Hospital.
We also need to carry out a thorough investigation and find out the cause of this wrongful case…”
A trace of relieved smile rises on Dumbledore’s face.
“Let us go in person.
After all, this concerns a child’s life.”
“You are right.
I will prepare the Floo Powder right away.” Fudge gives his special assistant a meaningful look. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
Since the matter can no longer be reversed, it is better to use it to put on a show and salvage his image in the magical world.
Not long after, Dumbledore, Fudge, Malfoy, and the others arrive at Azkaban.
Rita has not yet left.
She watches the group arriving by magical transport with great interest and takes photographs of them coming to Azkaban.
“Miss Rita, thank you for your report.” Minister Fudge hurriedly walks toward Rita Skeeter.
“Your report saved a child and corrected a mistake.
You displayed the professional spirit that a journalist should have.
Your courage and contribution deserve a Merlin Order.”
Rita’s eyes widen in surprise.
A Merlin Order!
That is an honorary medal awarded by the Order of Merlin based on a wizard’s contribution to the magical world.
She never expected she could receive this honor.
But very quickly, she understands Minister Fudge’s meaning.
The Minister wants to use this medal to shut her mouth, so that she will not continue investigating.
As long as she makes some small adjustments in her reporting, her name will appear on the honors list.
“Minister Fudge, this is what I should do.
There may be darkness in the magical world, but justice will prevail.
Justice is sometimes late, but in the end, it defeats darkness.”
“You are right, Miss Rita.
Leave the rest to the Ministry of Magic.
We will carry out a thorough investigation and publish the results in a timely manner.”
‘Justice delayed… you certainly know how to be sarcastic!’ Fudge curses inwardly, while his fat face is covered with an admiring smile: “When the time comes, I hope Miss Rita will write an exclusive interview.”
“Rest assured, Minister.
I will write a proper exclusive interview for this matter.”
Minister Fudge makes a deal with Rita in full view of everyone.
Everyone understands it tacitly, and no one points it out.
They listen to Paul recount the matter of Jessica and her son as they walk into the interior of Azkaban.
“Rayleigh, they are here.
Do you remember what Mom taught you?” Jessica hears the movement outside and looks seriously at her son.
“Mom, I want to take you out with me.” If it were only for himself, Rayleigh could wait another ten years and fight his way out of Azkaban.
But Jessica’s body is too weak.
If she continues to stay in Azkaban, there is only one path: death.
“Listen to Mom.
Go to school properly.” Jessica shakes her head.
Her best estimate for this matter is that her son can get out of Azkaban.
As for herself, she does not hold much hope.
“No.” Rayleigh stubbornly turns his head away.
The panel shows that his magic power has already recovered.
[Rayleigh Travers
Magic Power: 2.3/2.3
Talents: Dark Affinity, Strong Will, Night Vision
Skills: Wandless Casting, Lumos lv3 (36/50), Patronus Charm lv2 (0/10)]
Rayleigh looks at the Simulate Life button and sighs helplessly.
The magic power in his body is too little.
If he invests it into the simulation function, he will also lose the ability to carry out his plan.
At this point, he can only gamble.
For himself and for his mother Jessica, he is willing to stake even his life!
Rayleigh stands up and recalls the happiest things.
Among them are memories from his previous life, as well as the beautiful life he and Jessica imagined together.
The dark aura around his whole person changes completely, and every pore radiates happiness and joy.
The happiness and joy inside him are like a burning source of light in the abyss, causing all the Dementors in Azkaban to riot.
They wish they could annihilate the light source right now.
They fly over madly, swearing to drain this person’s emotions and soul dry.
“Rayleigh, what are you doing!
Stop right now!” Jessica shouts in terror.
“Trust me!” Rayleigh firmly grips Jessica’s hand.
Facing the Dementors rushing into the cell, his tone is full of irresistible power: “Expecto Patronum!”
In an instant, a silver light appears in front of Rayleigh.
Its form is illusory, but like an unbreakable barrier, it firmly blocks the madly attacking Dementors outside.
On the other side, Minister Fudge and Dumbledore’s expressions change.
The Dementors have actually rioted at this moment.
Rita keenly senses that something has changed and raises her camera to start taking pictures.
Dumbledore looks seriously at Lucius.
Lucius hurriedly explains: “Albus, there is no need for me to act.
On the matter of rescuing Rayleigh, our interests are the same.”
Dumbledore nods.
His gaze sweeps over Minister Fudge and Barty Sr., who are casting spells to stop the Dementors.
They likewise have no motive to act.
“Expecto Patronum!” Dumbledore draws the Elder Wand and summons his own Patronus.
An enormous silver-white phoenix bursts upward from the tip of the wand.
It spreads its wings, beautiful and majestic.
The phoenix gives a long, melodious, pleasing cry, full of hope and warmth, and disperses this group of crazed Dementors in Azkaban.
Dumbledore pushes open the cell door.
The silver-white light in front of Rayleigh is still shining.
Everyone opens their mouths in shock, even Rita, who is seeing this scene for the second time.
Only now do the others believe that the magical photograph is real.
An eleven-year-old child has mastered wandless casting and can even summon his own Patronus.