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"Dumbledore, the situation is very urgent. I need your cooperation."

Ministry of Magic.

Minister's Office.

Fudge sat behind his desk, his face pale, his hands pressed firmly on his forehead, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.

His breathing was rapid and erratic, as if he was trying to control a collapse that might break out at any moment.

Opposite him, Dumbledore sat peacefully, his figure vaguely visible through a translucent curtain.

His posture was as calm as ever, with his hands folded on his knees, and his blue eyes looking at Fudge quietly through the diffuse light.

"Fudge, you need to tell me something,"

Dumbledore's tone was calm and gentle, as if he was comforting a frightened child.

"Only then can I know how to help you."

"Or you can take this layer of cloth away first and let's talk face to face. It might be better."

Fudge shook his head violently, as if he was struggling like a dying person. Any disturbance would cause him to react violently.

"Dumbledore, do you think I'm stupid?! Open the curtain and let you see the thoughts in my mind without even thinking about it!"

When Dumbledore heard this, he spread his hands slightly.

"In this case, Fudge, my report is over. I guess there are still many things waiting for me to deal with in Hogwarts. I'll excuse you."

He stood up and was about to leave, but just as Dumbledore walked to the door, he was about to open it.

"I can help you cover up this werewolf incident!"

Fudge said almost growling.

Dumbledore paused slightly, but did not look back.

His tone remained calm, as if Fudge's proposal had no appeal.

"You know, I can do it myself."

The room fell into dead silence again, with only Fudge's heavy breathing echoing in the air.

His face was buried in his hands, as if he was fighting some invisible enemy.

Dumbledore stood silently for a few seconds, then shook his head slightly and continued to open the door.

But just when he was about to cross the threshold, Fudge suddenly raised his head, his voice hoarse and urgent.

"I can promise you a condition!"

This time, Dumbledore stopped.

He turned around slowly and looked at Fudge through the veil, his tone still unhurried.

"In what range?"

Fudge's Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if he was making some kind of difficult decision.

He finally put down his hands covering his face, revealing a pale and tired face.

"Everything...as long as I, the Minister of Magic, can do it."

Dumbledore let go of the door handle, turned around and walked back to his seat, his movements as calm as flowing water.

He sat down again, folding his hands on his knees, and there was no wave on his face.

"Well, there's someone I want to meet, in England."

"who?"

"Gellert Grindelwald."

Fudge stood up abruptly, his face instantly turning pale. His voice rose several decibels with anger.

"No! Absolutely not! The news is too tight, how could I let a Dark Lord come to our country! My hat will fall off before he comes!"

He paced back and forth in the office, gesturing with his hands in the air, as if trying to grasp something invisible.

"And the Nurmengard side... even if they want to be escorted, what reason should I use? Those German guys are the most rigid-minded! They will directly demand the convening of the International Federation of Wizards Conference, and then I really won't be able to bear the consequences. Let’s go!”

Dumbledore was very calm.

"Fudge, this is something you need to consider. And my duty is to help you solve your current troubles. What's more, I didn't ask to do this now."

Fudge was visibly relieved when he heard this. He slumped in his chair, as if an invisible weight had just been lifted off him.

"Okay, as long as it's not now...then when do you plan to do it?"

He paused and added tentatively.

"One year from now? If it's next year, the situation here will be relatively stable."

Dumbledore's eyes wandered for a moment.

"Well... This is not certain, but at least it can be confirmed that he will not be needed before next year."

Fudge was completely relieved when he heard this.

His shoulders relaxed, and there was a trace of color on his originally stiff face.

"Okay, as long as it's not during this turbulent time."

He leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously, as if calculating risks.

"If I were to blatantly bring a dark wizard with numerous crimes to the UK at this time, the public's anger would not be quelled by simply stepping down. At that time, I might not even be able to live in Azkaban."

"Okay, but I have one more question."

Fudge leaned back in his chair, folded his hands on his chest, and tried to sound stronger.

"Why did you meet this old enemy? To be honest, I don't know the grudge between you, but it is a huge pressure for me to bring a criminal who has tried to start a war to our country. ”

When Dumbledore heard this question, a thoughtful smile appeared on his face.

He turned his gaze to the window, looking into the distance through the translucent gauze curtain, as if the scenery outside the window could answer Fudge's question.

His voice was low but clear, as if he was telling an ancient story.

"The biggest reason I invited him here is... because he is an important character."

"Important character?"

Fudge was stunned for a moment, and his brows frowned unconsciously.

"What do you mean?"

Dumbledore slowly turned his head, and looked directly at Fudge with his blue eyes, which were so deep that they seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

"The most important thing for a good story is to have a heavyweight character. Don't you think so, Fudge?"

Fudge frowned even more tightly, as if trying to interpret Dumbledore's words.

Dumbledore smiled and stopped talking nonsense. He took a breath and went straight to the point.

"Okay, now tell me what happened that made our Minister of Magic helpless."

Back to the topic, Fudge's face instantly became gloomy again.

"This matter may cause me to be impeached by the Wizengamot. It is very confidential and cannot be known to anyone. At the time of the incident, I controlled all the people who knew about it."

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The Imperius Curse?"

Fudge nodded slightly.

"I have to do this, otherwise Scrimgeour might expose this matter at any time. You know, he is very ambitious. How could he be willing to be the head of the Auror Office?"

When mentioning Scrimgeour, Fudge's tone was full of obvious resentment and uneasiness.

He gritted his teeth, as if venting.

"He has been thinking about how to bring me down! This guy..."

Dumbledore gently raised his hand, signaling Fudge to calm down.

"Okay, I understand. Now tell me, what exactly happened?"

Fudge took a deep breath, covered his face with both hands, and his voice was almost inaudible.

"Azkaban...someone escaped."

"The most loyal servant of the mysterious man!"

"The brutal murderer!"

"The man's name is Sirius Black!"

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