"Clear stupidity." Harry said with a smile without hiding anything.

Fudge had a smirk on his face.

madness?

Who are you talking about when you say stupid? It can't be you.

"Tom hasn't come back yet, but he will be soon." Dumbledore said affirmatively, and sighed, "Cornelly, you can go and listen to the prophecy."

Fudge's face was stiff, and he said stubbornly: "I know the prophecy."

"But the mysterious man has already..."

"Go and listen, will you?" interrupted Harry.

Fudge shrank his neck and swallowed back what he was about to say.

"I think the Ministry of Magic should be prepared." Harry took a deep breath, "At least clean themselves up. Among the Death Eaters I killed today, three were officials from the Ministry of Magic."

"Three?" Fudge jumped up again.

Harry looked at him with surprise in his eyes: "You didn't confirm the identity of the deceased?"

"I just rushed here as soon as I received the news." Fudge avoided his eyes. "Besides, those matters are the responsibility of the Auror Office."

Dumbledore sighed.

Snape sneered.

"Mr. Potter, this is a very serious matter." Fudge frowned, "I thought it was just a few dark wizards, but it turned out to be officials from the Ministry of Magic."

"They're Death Eaters," Harry replied airily.

Fudge shook his head, his words spoke with unusual firmness: "They may not be Death Eaters yet."

"Then they are also Dark wizards who intend to murder my life." Harry said impatiently.

Fudge then shook his head: "No, they are officials from the Ministry of Magic. Maybe it's just the Imperius Curse..."

Harry stood up, pulled the sword of Gryffindor out of his hat, and slashed at Fudge's head.

No one stopped it.

Fudge's eyes widened, staring in horror at the sword light that was getting closer and closer to his head. He wanted to dodge, but his body honestly revealed his cowardice and he was unable to move.

The sword stopped in front of his throat and did not touch him.

Fudge felt as if his head had fallen off, his neck was cold, his hair stood on end, and even his eyebrows were baring their fangs and claws.

"You could be a Death Eater, too." Harry deadpanned.

Dumbledore shook his head, somewhat helplessly: "Harry."

"Mr. Dumbledore!" Fudge began to address him respectfully, "Look at him, so lawless..."

"Cornelly." Dumbledore sighed again, "I think you should listen carefully to what Mr. Potter says. The facts and prophecies are in front of you."

Fudge said nothing, nor did he dare to speak.

The sword is at the throat.

"Ministry of Magic, go back and prepare, okay?" Harry asked him gently and sincerely, "Pick out all the Death Eaters, at least make them clean."

Fudge was moved by his "attitude" and nodded with difficulty.

Harry sheathed his sword.

Fudge breathed a sigh of relief, slipped, and stumbled behind Dumbledore: "Mr. Potter, no matter what, you have to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic in the investigation."

"That is after all..."

He didn't finish his words.

Harry interrupted him: "I don't have time to play house games with you."

"How can this be called playing house?" Fudge clenched his fists, his face flushed red. "This is to maintain the order of the wizarding world!"

Seeing that Harry didn't take it seriously, he shook his head and looked at Dumbledore: "My dear Albus, you should take good care of your students. He is too..."

Dumbledore spoke up: "No, Harry is right, there is no time to waste on other things now."

Fudge looked at Dumbledore in amazement.

What happened...

In the past, I could always convince Dumbledore by bringing up the "order of the wizarding world", but today it doesn't work?

Doesn't this reason move him anymore?

"I will persuade Harry to attend the final judgment." Dumbledore held Fudge's shoulders and pressed his fingers deeply. "But before that, please don't disturb Mr. Potter, okay?"

Dumbledore is over a hundred years old.

Fudge didn't expect that he was so old, but his fingers were still so strong that they pinched his shoulder so hard that it hurt.

"Of course, no problem." Fudge agreed timidly, shrinking his head back.

Dumbledore pulled his hand away.

"Okay, Mr. Fudge, please leave first." Harry waved his wand and opened the door. "We still have something to talk about next."

"Me?" Fudge raised his hand in disbelief and pointed at himself.

Harry nodded.

Fudge turned around, looked around the room, and pointed at Hermione: "This... um... this lady is leaving with me too?"

"No, just leave." Harry answered him immediately.

Fudge took a deep breath.

The fist is hard!

No...I should say that my fists have been hard for a long time.

He is the Minister of Magic of Great Britain and one of the most powerful people in the entire wizarding world. Even because Dumbledore is Great Britain, he has a special status in the whole world.

In the end, I’m not even as good as a fourth-grade little witch?

Do you think so little of yourself?

good!

Just go!

Fudge walked out of the headmaster's office without hesitation, waving his wand vigorously and closing the door gently.

If you don't try to keep me, then I, the Minister of Magic, will have plenty of places to go.

As soon as Fudge left.

"I persuaded Karkaroff to contact the remaining Death Eaters." Snape said coldly, impatiently, "But..."

He glanced at the baby's body on the ground.

"It looks like he made a wrong choice again."

Dumbledore pushed his glasses and waved his wand. The baby's body floated up, and he cast spells one after another to check its condition. "Harry, are you sure he's really dead?"

"I'm not as stupid as Fudge." Harry shook his head, "I can't even tell whether they are alive or dead."

"The child is not even one year old." Dumbledore's tone was indescribably complicated.

McGonagall and Sprout clenched their wands, anger welling up in their eyes.

"Tom is always like this, isn't he?" Harry said calmly, "What we need to do is to get rid of him before he kills more people."

"Have you found a way to deal with the Horcrux?"

Dumbledore gently put the dead baby down and spoke to Professor Sprout first: "Pomona, find a place to bury this child. It would be even better if you can find his parents."

"I will," Sprout promised.

He turned around and looked at Harry: "I now have an idea of ​​how to destroy the Horcrux."

"The Killing Curse, Fiendfyre, Basilisk venom, these can destroy Horcruxes."

"Basilisk venom works too?" Harry was a little surprised.

Dumbledore nodded: "In other words, any poison that can affect the soul can destroy a Horcrux. After all, its essence is just a soul."

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

There is a lot of venom like this stored in the Sorting Hat, and even the venom of the exploding-tailed skrewt that was just obtained may have this effect.

"But how to peel it off..." Dumbledore hesitated when it came to this topic. "I don't have a definite and feasible method yet."

"Pomona only allows me to study eight hours a week."

Hermione was startled and clenched her hands nervously.

She was keenly aware of something.

Sprout immediately explained: "I certainly hope that Albus you can quickly come up with a solution to the problem on Harry's forehead."

"But as time went on, the way you looked at the ring became strange, as if you wanted to eat it. There were a few times when you almost put it on if I hadn't stopped you."

Harry looked at him expressionlessly.

Dumbledore sneered: "The curse has been resolved, so it won't be a problem for me to wear it."

"If you have confidence, please use it to crack the Horcrux in my head, instead of putting it in your own head." Harry said sincerely.

"Professor Sprout, I'm with you," Snape said. "I have a few spells that may help Albus wake up."

"For example, Shenfeng Wuying or something like that."

"If he can't control his desire, I will make him sober up..."

Harry interrupted him: "Let Hagrid do it, before he becomes Professor Sprout and has to stop you two."

Snape's face turned pale.

It's the Resurrection Stone...

How could I not be able to resist the power of the Resurrection Stone?

"Hagrid, he..." McGonagall frowned and hesitated. Hagrid was usually careless and somewhat unreliable. Should we really leave this matter to him?

She would rather do it herself.

But... she is not like Snape, she has a clear understanding of herself and knows that it is difficult for her to resist the power of the Resurrection Stone. She will not say that she will do it herself without thinking clearly.

"Hagrid is very reliable." Harry smiled and said softly, "He is very simple and his mind is not that complicated."

Dumbledore's eyes were complicated: "Oh, Harry, you can finally say something nice..."

"Because I said something nasty, Hagrid would really think I was scolding him." Harry interrupted him, "Professor, you are different. You know that when I scold you, I am expressing my love for you."

Mag held her mouth tightly, trying hard not to laugh.

Dumbledore sighed helplessly.

"Let's get back to business. How many Horcruxes have been found?" Harry waved his hand and changed the subject.

Dumbledore looked at Snape.

Snape shook his head: "Except for this, nothing else has been found. The Dark Lord hid everything very deeply. I am trying to find a solution."

"It's hard to contact many of the Death Eaters before. I hope Karkaroff can bring back some good news this time."

"Barty Crouch Jr. must know." Harry exhaled, "They have made two preparations."

"Tonight, the trap of the Tri-Power Cup is one. If they can be resurrected directly, that is what they would most like to see."

"If you can't..."

"Young Barty Crouch will look for the Horcrux and use it to resurrect Senior Tom."

Snape nodded: "I will ask Karkaroff to speed up the contact."

"It really can't work..."

He waved his wand.

That was the gesture for casting the Imperius Curse.

Dumbledore pretended not to notice anything and clapped his hands towards Harry and Hermione, "Okay, there's no way to solve it immediately no matter how much you think about it. Now go back and enjoy the night of celebration."

"The Great Hall has been prepared long ago. We can't let the house-elves be busy all day in vain."