The God of All Realms Starts with Harry Potter

"I heard that there was an accident in the Triwizard Tournament," he showed concern. "I heard someone sneaked into Hogwarts with a compound decoction and took Harry Potter away?"

"You're right, Connelly." Bones took the initiative. "It's Barty Crouch Jr., who pretended to be Alastor Moody, and did his job in the Triwizard Tournament. Hands and feet, the purpose is to resurrect Voldemort..."

"The mysterious man... is back? Nonsense. Don't be kidding, Amelia..."

Fudge was shocked, as if someone had hit him head-on.

He blinked dazedly, staring at Bones dumbly, as if he couldn't fully believe what he had just heard.

Although he had prepared himself, he couldn't believe it when he heard about Voldemort.

"We just confirmed this," Bones said. "We listened to the statements of Ye Ting as a patrolman and the three warriors. Harry heard it from Voldemort with his own ears, what about Voldemort—from Bertha. Jorkins learned that Barty Crouch Jr. is still alive-he rescued him from his father and used him to catch Harry. Tell you, the plan has succeeded. Little Crouch is already alive. Help Voldemort make a comeback."

"No, no!" Fudge said angrily. "Crouch is a madman who wanders around! From what I know, I can only draw one conclusion. He seems to think that everything he does is in accordance with the mysterious man. Will!"

"Voldemort did give orders to him before, Connelly," Dumbledore interjected, "and that plan succeeded. Voldemort restored his body."

"Listen to me, Dumbledore," Fudge said, with a smile on his face. "You--you can't really believe all this. The mysterious man--is back? Don't be kidding, don't be kidding. ... Needless to say, little Crouch might think he was acting on the orders of a mysterious man—but how can he take such a lunatic's words seriously, Dumbledore..."

"Tonight, when Harry touched the Final Three Cup, he was sent directly to Voldemort." Dumbledore said firmly. Li brought back, you might as well go to my office and I will explain everything to you."

Fudge still had the weird smile on his face. He also looked at Harry, at Ye Ting and the two girls next to him, then turned his gaze back to Dumbledore and Burns, and said, "You-um-what you are going to say to them Take it all, right?"

"Of course I believe them," Burns said firmly, her eyes glowing at this time, "I listened to Harry's account of what happened after he touched the top three cups; I also heard about Barty Crow Jr. The speculation and analysis of the Odd Conspiracy all made sense and explained everything that had occurred since Bertha Jorkins disappeared last summer."

Fudge still had that weird smile on his face. He glanced at Harry again before answering:

"You are going to believe that Voldemort has returned, and listen to the words of the four children, and these children... he..."

"Are you going to taste the magic of the kid in your mouth?"

Ye Ting's cold words made Fu Ji shut his mouth in time and blushed slightly, but then his face showed a stubborn and stubborn look.

"In addition, I found out," he said, looking at Dumbledore again, "I found out that you kept hiding something about Harry without reporting it? He's a snake-like voice, right? He behaves strangely everywhere— —"

"I think you probably mean the scar pain that Harry has been feeling?" Dumbledore said coldly.

"So, do you admit that he keeps feeling these pains?" Fudge said quickly, "headaches? Nightmares? Probably there are-hallucinations, right?"

"Listen to me, Connelly," Dumbledore said, taking a step towards Fudge, "Harry is as clear and sensible as you and me. The scar on his forehead didn't confuse his brain. I believe. Harry's scar hurts only when Voldemort is lurking nearby or when he feels he really wants to kill."

Fudge took a half step back from Dumbledore, but his expression was still so stubborn.

"Excuse me, Dumbledore, I have never heard of a curse scar like a warning bell..."

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"I saw Voldemort come back with my own eyes!" Harry shouted suddenly, "I saw the Death Eaters with my own eyes! I can tell their names! Lucius Malfoy—"

Snape moved suddenly, but when Harry looked at him, Snape's gaze turned to Fudge again.

"Malfoy is acquitted!" Fudge said, obviously feeling offended. "A very old family-generous donations for a good cause -"

"McNeill!" Harry continued to report those names.

"Also acquitted! Currently working at the Ministry of Magic!"

"Avery-Knott-Crabbe-Gore -"

"You're just repeating the names of those who were convicted of not being Death Eaters thirteen years ago!" Fudge said angrily. "You can find those names in past trial reports! Look in God's newspaper, Dumbledore. Lido—At the end of last year, the boy’s mind was full of quirky stories made up—his lies became more and more bizarre, and you still believe it all—this boy can talk to the snake, Dumbledore , And you still think he is trustworthy?"

"You fool!" Bones shouted, "Bertha Jorkins! Mr. Crouch! The deaths of these people are by no means the random act of a madman!"

"I don't see why it's not!" Fu Shi also shouted loudly, his face turned purple, and his anger was no less than his colleague. "In my opinion, you are all determined to create a panic and destroy our thirteenth Everything that has been painstakingly built over the past few years!"

"Really? Do you think so?" Burns's tone suddenly became cold, as if he was stating an established fact.

"Voldemort is back," she said, "Fuji, if you accept this fact immediately and take the necessary measures, we may still be able to save the situation. The first and most important step is to free Azkaban from the control of the Dementors. ——"

"Playing the piano!" Fudge shouted again, "Remove the dementors? As soon as I make this suggestion, I will be kicked out of the office! Half of us know that there are dementors standing guard in Azkaban, and we can do it at night. Get a solid sleep!"

"Connelly, if we let Voldemort's most dangerous buddies guard the guys who will serve him at an order, then other people will not sleep well!" Bones said, "Those guys can't be right. We are loyal, Fudge! Voldemort can provide them with more power and fun than you can provide! Once Voldemort has the support of Dementors behind him, his former buddies will return to him one after another, to At that time, it will be difficult for us to stop him from returning to the power he had thirteen years ago!"

Fudge's mouth opened and closed, and there seemed to be no words to express his anger.

"The second measure we must take - and it must be done immediately," Bones further said, "is to send someone to send a letter to the giant."

"Send someone to deliver a letter to the giant?" Fudge exclaimed, and he could speak again. "What kind of crazy talk is this again?"

"While it's not too late, extend the hand of friendship to them," Bones said, "or Voldemort will draw them over. I still remember that he did this before, among all wizards. , Only he can provide them with rights and freedom!"

"You--you must be joking!" Fudge was out of breath, shook his head, and withdrew from the front of Burns. "If the magic world learns that I have a relationship with giants-people are right. The giant hates it, Amelia—my career is over—"

"Connelly, you are so obsessed with your office, which makes you lose the judgment you deserve." Bones said loudly, her voice gradually rising, "If we don't take action-history will remember The one who lives with us: it is our standing by and giving Voldemort a second chance to destroy the world we have worked so hard to rebuild!"

"Absurd," Fudge whispered, and continued to step back. "Crazy..."

There was a moment of silence.

Madam Pomfrey stood beside Harry in a daze, covering her mouth with her hand, Ye Ting looked on coldly, and both Furong and Hermione stared at Fudge in surprise.

"If you're so obsessed and want to go your own way, Connelly," Bones said, "we will have to go our separate ways. I will preach the truth about Voldemort's return at the Ministry of Magic, and I will let the Aurors take the right measures, and I You will be impeached on Wiesengamo!"

There was no threat in her voice, it sounded just a statement, but Fudge was furious, as if she was holding a magic wand approaching him.

"Okay, okay, Amelia," he threatened, waving a finger, and said, "You finally revealed your wolf ambitions. You opposed me with all your energy, just wanting to be the Minister of Magic. , Right? For this reason, you dare to fake the rumors about the return of the Dark Lord and fight against me! I won't let you succeed!"

"The only thing I object to is Voldemort," said Ms. Burns. "If you object to him, Connelly, then I won't impeach you."

Fudge can't seem to think of how to answer. His little feet were unstable, and he swayed back and forth for a moment, rotating his bowler with both hands. Finally, he spoke, with a hint of desire in his voice, "He won't be back, Amelia, he can't..."

Snape strode forward, past Burns and Dumbledore.

As he walked, he lifted the left sleeve of his robe. He stretched his arms over to show Fudge, who flinched back in horror.

"Did you see it," Snape said hoarsely. "Did you see it. The Dark Mark. It's not as obvious as it was an hour ago, when it was burnt to black, but you can still see each. The Death Eaters are branded by Voldemort. This is a way for Death Eaters to recognize each other, and it is also a sign that Voldemort summons them back to him. When he touches a Death Eater’s mark, we must immediately Apparated and appeared beside him."

"In the past year, this mark has become more and more obvious. Karkaroff's is the same. Why did you say Karkaroff is running away tonight? We both felt the mark burning fiercely. We all knew he was back. Kaka Love was afraid that Voldemort would retaliate against him. He had betrayed many of his fellow Death Eaters, and surely no one would welcome him back to them."

Fudge stepped back from Snape again.

He kept shaking his head, as if he didn't even hear what Snape was saying. His eyes widened, apparently frightened by the ugly mark on Snape’s arm, then he looked up at Bones Dumbledore and whispered, “I don’t know what you are playing, but I’ve heard enough. I don’t want to say anything, I have to go back to the Ministry of Magic, Amelia, you won’t succeed, I promise.”

He put the bowler hat on his head and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

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The crowd watched Fudge turn around and leave, with different expressions.