Hogwarts Homecoming

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

"Minister Fudge, it is reported that dozens of serious prisoners escaped from Azkaban during this riot. Does your department have a detailed list of escaped prisoners?"

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

A middle-aged wizard with chestnut curly hair broke through Kingsley's blockade and successfully stopped Fudge, who was livid as he tried to rush into the crowded reception hall.

"Sorry, no comment!"

Fudge suddenly turned his head and stared at the French reporter fiercely, his eyes wanting to devour anyone, and he roared angrily.

"Oh, Minister, the magical prison of Azkaban has always been guarded by dementors--"

The French reporter was not intimidated by Fudge’s scary look, but instead shouted louder,

"Does this mean that the dementors no longer obey the management of the British Ministry of Magic? They have rebelled together with those felons!"

"That's nonsense!"

Fudge struggled to pull back his sleeve,

"Damn it, I gotta get out of here. Oh, Kingsley Delis! Where are you all? Get these people out of here, they--they're not authorized to be in the Ministry!"

About half a minute later, Delis, who had lost all his shoes, got under a reporter's crotch and got next to Fudge.

"Oh, I'm afraid this will be difficult, Minister. About half of the European wizarding world is gathered here. We"

"Half of the European wizarding world's reporters!"

Fudge roughly pushed the reporter in front of him aside.

"Yes, Minister!"

Delis used his own body to clear the way for Fudge,

"The other half is still on the road or was squeezed outside and didn't come in!"

"It's only been half a day!"

Under the cover of several Aurors, the Auror who had torn off his suit finally squeezed into the elevator hall. However, reporters still rushed towards him like a tide in the hall. Countless reporters raised their hands and shouted,

"Say something, Minister!"

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

Boom!

Suddenly there was an explosion in the noisy magic hall, which silenced all the shouting reporters.

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

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

"Well done, Kingsley."

Fudge wiped his sweat with his tie, and using the little breathing space Kingsley had bought for him, he and Delis rushed into the elevator.

Bang!

The door of the office was kicked open by Fudge. He subconsciously touched the top of his head to take off his hat, but suddenly realized that his hat had already disappeared in the crowd.

Fudge could only rub his hair in annoyance and stand in front of the clothes rack, panting rapidly.

"Minister, oh."

Delis, who had followed in, was about to close the office door, but several department employees took the opportunity to rush in.

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

Delis was furious, but the employees of the Ministry of Magic ignored Delis's roar and went straight to the angry Fudge.

"What's going on, Ankarns?"

Fudge pursed his lips and tried to puff out his chest.

"minister."

The director of the International Magical Cooperation Department named Ankarns was panting.

"Just twenty minutes ago, the International Federation of Wizards sent us a letter of inquiry, accusing us of causing a serious crisis for the entire European wizarding community because of our negligence!"

"crisis?!"

Fudge jumped to his feet;

"Nothing has happened yet!"

"--Anyway, Minister,"

Ankarns looked like he was in danger.

"The International Federation of Wizards has given us a week to make an explanation and come up with a practical plan to hunt down the fugitives!"

"Oh, that's ridiculous!"

Fudge's eyes bulged, and he smiled angrily.

"That's ridiculous. When will it be the International Federation of Wizards' turn to tell us what to do! Oh, I understand. This must be the instruction of Dumbledore, Blaine and Dregern. The three of them are now at Hogwart. Look at that ridiculous game!”

"It's not just the International Confederation of Wizards, Minister—"

A young man behind Ankarns was panic-stricken. 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 Wizards' Self-Defense Organization have sent us letters to inquire about the specific circumstances of this prison break. Oh, there are also some unofficial organizations, such as, International League Against Dark Arts, Sir Merlin Jury Committee."

"I"

Fudge's face turned the color of pig liver, and he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"I have nothing to say to them!"

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

"But, Minister——"

Ankarns said, facing Fudge's terrifying gaze,

"We have to respond to the wizarding world, don't we?"

Fudge's chest bulged high, as if he was about to roar again, but in the end, he suppressed his anger and just gave Delis a look.

"Okay, Ankarns!"

Deluxe's ​​rare IQ is online.

He went up and took away the letters of inquiry from various countries brought by the employees of the Cooperation Department, and said solemnly,

"The minister needs time to calmly think about the current situation and the next steps. He, I mean, the ministry will respond."

"All right."

Ankarns 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 uneasiness of the international wizarding community."

Click——

The moment the door closed softly, Fudge jumped up,

"Asshole, who did this?"

Delis remained awkwardly silent.

Who robbed the prison is not a question that needs to be pondered at all, just look at who escaped from Azkaban.

However, Delis would not say this.

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

Now if it is admitted that the Death Eaters planned everything, then the Ministry, mainly the Minister of Magic, will be completely turned into a laughing stock.

"It's only half a day!"

Fudge roared wantonly to vent his anger,

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

"You know, Minister--"

Delis wiped his cold sweat,

"This kind of scandal spreads all the time. Oh, I mean!"

Delis was frightened when he caught a glimpse of Fudge's gloomy eyes. He quickly changed his statement,

"I think Ms. Umbridge's suggestion is very reasonable. Minister, the most important thing now is to divert people's attention. Oh, of course, there is also the capture of fugitives, but this is not urgent. You know, people are always forgetful. ”

Fudge fell into silence, standing in front of his desk and gasping softly.

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

"Of course I won't back down, Delis, even if doing so will completely intensify the conflict between the Ministry and the two wizards at Hogwarts. Oh, but this is their fault in the first place!"

Fudge glared angrily,

"Oh, yes, that's right, this is their fault. Dumbledore went around preaching the resurrection of the mysterious man to shake people's hearts, and Brian openly trained the army at Hogwarts. The most appropriate time has come. Delis!"

The unexpected call startled Delis, and the stern look from the Minister of Magic made him break out in cold sweat.

"I'm here, Minister!"

Delish straightened his back.

"That thing about Harry Potter"

Fudge's eyes flashed with malice;

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

"I promise you, Minister!"

Delish's face turned red,

"Harry Potter is doomed!"

There is no escape.

Outside the office door, after finally calming down the rioting reporters, Kingsley, who was about to knock on the door of the minister's office to return, suddenly stiffened his raised arm!