"Mr. Potter!" Fudge had never been so sensitive as he was today. He noticed the footsteps behind the door before it was opened, and when he opened the door, he shouted, "You're finally here!"

"What's going on?"

He asked in a hoarse voice.

"The Improper Use of Magic Office told me that you killed at least 20 people, including a baby!"

"What's going on!"

"I would have brought Scrimgeour to arrest you, if Dumbledore hadn't stopped me..."

Harry drew his wand.

Fudge was startled, his neck shrank, and his voice stopped abruptly.

"Don't panic. I won't do anything to you now." Harry said gently.

He was not panicking at first, but these words made his heart and voice tremble: "Mr. Potter, what are you doing..."

"Oh, I'm just taking something out." Harry flicked his wand and the pocket flew out and fell to the ground, followed by the body of a baby being dragged out.

Cold, stiff, pale.

Fudge's breath hitched.

What does this mean?

Use this kind of thing to scare yourself and express that if you don't obey, you will become like a dead baby?

He quickly rejected this somewhat ridiculous idea.

No… Mr. Potter is not that kind of person.

It's not that he couldn't have such an idea, but if Mr. Potter had such an idea, he would not hint at it in a sarcastic way, but would just draw his sword, put it on his neck, and speak it out directly.

"Mr. Potter." His voice inevitably trembled a little, and he felt a little more at ease when he moved closer to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore certainly understood the ambiguity of Harry's words just now, and he also understood why Harry said such words.

Fudge was not the kind of person who could be persuaded by gentle words.

He didn't like this method, but he had to admit that it worked.

"Oh, there's someone outside the door." Dumbledore seemed not to have heard Fudge's words. He tilted his head and looked at the Marauder's Map hanging on the wall. "Harry, Hermione is outside. Should we let her in?"

Harry hesitated, then nodded.

Dumbledore waved his wand and the upper and lower doors opened at the same time.

Fudge was feeling uneasy. He looked at Harry and then at Dumbledore. Only under the protection of this unreliable old man with a white beard could he feel at ease.

The room was quiet and everyone was waiting for someone to come up.

He had a big belly and was uneasy whether sitting or standing.

The few minutes of climbing up the stairs were extremely difficult for him.

When Hermione came in, Fudge couldn't wait to speak: "Mr. Potter, please tell me! What's going on?"

"It's Voldemort's trap." Harry and Hermione looked at each other. She saw Harry's pure eyes, and the worry in them faded a lot - although when she heard these words, the worry that had faded away immediately grew back.

"You-Know-Who?" Fudge trembled and raised his voice. "Mr. Potter, I didn't come here to listen to your unfunny jokes."

"I'm not a joker." Harry said expressionlessly, "Also, Mr. Fudge, if you have any questions, please wait until I finish talking before asking, okay?"

Fudge nodded reluctantly, looked around the room, and pulled up a chair to sit down.

Harry continued, "As we all know, the Death Eaters have a conspiracy against me."

The professors nodded.

Hermione wasn't surprised either.

Only Fudge stared at Harry with wide eyes in disbelief, then turned around and looked at all the other people who were not surprised at all.

What's going on?

Am I the only one who doesn't know about this?

"The incompetence of the Ministry of Magic is indeed beyond my imagination." No one wanted to waste time explaining for Fudge, and everyone was listening to Harry's story attentively.

"The Triwizard Cup was portkeyed."

Fudge clenched his fists. He wanted to retort that the Ministry of Magic was not incompetent, but this was the thing that happened and the Ministry of Magic was indeed not in the right.

Harry went on, "The other side of the Portkey leads to Little Hangleton, as you know. That's where Senior Tom's father lives."

"Who is Senior Tom?" Fudge listened, a little confused. Aren't they talking about something related to the mysterious man? Why did an unknown "Senior Tom" suddenly appear? Just now, or in other words, has there been a person named "Tom" involved in this matter?

"It's Voldemort." Harry explained to him briefly, paused, and continued, "Professor, your guess is correct. The baby is indeed not his and Crouch's child, but himself."

Fudge started and jumped up.

baby?

Is it a mysterious man?

The one on the ground?

"Potter, is that it?" Fudge stretched out his hand, trembling as if a force 10 gale was blowing towards him.

Harry nodded. "It's him."

Fudge wanted to say something else.

Harry waved his wand and cast a "tongue-locking and throat-sealing" spell, which made Fudge open his mouth but unable to speak. "Don't worry, he is safe now. If you have any questions, wait until I finish speaking, okay?"

Fudge looked at Dumbledore for help.

Dumbledore turned a deaf ear to it. He was concentrating on looking at the baby on the ground. It seemed to be an interesting thing that attracted all his attention.

"What Senior Tom wants from me is blood." Harry paused for a moment and continued, "He has prepared twelve Death Eaters for this purpose, and they are almost as powerful as Aurors."

"Moreover, he also taught me a dark magic that uses the Dark Mark as the core and requires me to sacrifice my life in exchange for more powerful magic power."

"It's a bit tricky. Fortunately, Professor Snape helped me improve the potion, otherwise it would be difficult to complete it so quickly."

"He wants your blood?" Dumbledore pushed up his glasses, a little surprised.

Harry nodded, "Well, what did you think of?"

"I thought of a very ancient dark magic," Dumbledore said softly, "It's about resurrection..."

This word made him lose consciousness for a moment.

But soon, he calmed down and continued, "People who have died cannot be resurrected, but there are ways to revive ghosts like Tom who have lost their bodies but still have souls and have not turned into ghosts."

"I have no intention of donating my father's bones."

"The flesh of the servants, offered voluntarily."

"The blood of the enemy is taken away by force."

"Boil them together with the body the wandering soul resides in, and they will grow into a new, healthy body."

Harry nodded. "No wonder those Death Eaters have been trying to attack me, under the guise of making a deal with me, to trick me into lowering my guard so they can steal my blood?"

"Then Tom's plan has failed, and he..." Dumbledore looked at the baby's body again. It was empty, without even a soul.

"It exploded," Harry said simply.

Dumbledore was stunned and didn't have time to react.

Harry explained patiently, "After I killed the last Death Eater, I wanted to capture him while he was so weak."

"But Senior Tom refused to obey and chose to destroy himself by blowing up his own soul."

Fudge breathed a sigh of relief and slumped back into his chair, his weight causing the chair to creak as it could no longer bear the weight.

"But." Harry threw out the word that no one wants to hear after hearing good news.

Fudge immediately became nervous again.

"Mr Crouch Jr. is not there."

"Senior Tom said that he would see me again sooner or later."

As for Fudge, who was an outsider, Harry didn't make his words too clear. He just pretended to casually lift his hair and said, "I doubt he is really dead."

Everyone except the pot-bellied Minister of Magic understood what he meant.

Voldemort might try to resurrect himself through the Horcruxes.

Harry waved his wand, removing the spell from Fudge.

"Mr. Potter!" He couldn't stand up, his legs and feet were weak, "I don't know where you made up such a ridiculous story! But...but I can tell you responsibly that the Daily Prophet is all made up!"

"That woman Rita, has she ever said a word of truth?"

"Barty Crouch Jr. is long dead!"

Having said this, he paused.

He shouted out loudly, "As for the mysterious man's resurrection, that's nonsense. It must be a rumor spread by that woman Rita, right?"

"She made up the lie that Barty Crouch Jr. is not dead. Is she starting to make up the lie that Barty Crouch Jr. is helping the You-Know-Who to resurrect?"

Harry interrupted him: "Mr. Fudge, even if Rita is full of lies."

"I'm dealing with a situation where there's no Barty Crouch Jr."

"Don't fool yourself and try to deny what happened to me by denying Rita."

Fudge was stunned, clenched his fists, and his face turned red with anger: "Potter, I know you are indeed very capable, but you are still young and have only just won the title of the final winner of the Triwizard Tournament."

"There's absolutely no need for you to be so anxious to make up a 'legend' to enhance your reputation."

"You are already very famous, and in the future you will definitely be..."

He was a little hesitant at first, but the more he spoke, the more certain he became of his idea.

That’s right!

You-Know-Who couldn't possibly be resurrected, Potter must be trying to make up a legend, just like Lockhart.

Harry deadpanned, raising his wand.

"Clear water like a spring!"

Turbulence surged from the tip of the wand and slapped him in the face, interrupting his words with a gurgling sound.

"Clean it up."

Fudge shook his head involuntarily, and the bowler hat flew off, washing his head vigorously along with the clean water.

"Now is not the time to joke," Harry continued quietly. "Voldemort could be resurrected at any time."

Then he paused and said, "Do you remember the prophecy?"

He was referring to the one Professor Trelawney had done in their first Divination class in their third year.

Dumbledore nodded.

He remembers it very clearly.

"What prophecy?" Fudge was confused.

"The one that was deposited in the Department of Mysteries last year," Dumbledore reminded him kindly.

Fudge suddenly realized and nodded heavily: "Oh, so it's that one."

But whether from his demeanor or his expression, he exudes a strong sense of "knowing nothing".