Mass exodus of Death Eaters!

Mass death of Azkaban prisoners!

These are two completely unrelated things. Any wizard who can get a passing grade of "A" in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts can tell that the death of the prisoners was caused by Dementors, not Death Eaters.

But this is obviously an unrealistic requirement.

Over the past thirty years, the quality of Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts classes has fluctuated greatly from year to year, and "A" is a high score that many wizards can never dream of.

Rita Skeeter is really changing. She tries to be objective and even explains in her articles that the deaths of these prisoners were caused by Dementors. She criticizes the Ministry of Magic for its negligence in the management of Azkaban, even though the prisoners are human wizards.

Not everyone has the patience to read an entire report word by word.

"Death Eaters" are scary in themselves, and the word "death" is so obvious and so prevalent around them.

The wizards were in a trance one morning and returned to sixteen years ago.

They recalled the report that had appeared in the Daily Prophet.

Dumbledore and Potter played a lie. They deceived the Ministry of Magic and tried to create panic with rumors of "You-Know-Who is back" and "You-Know-Who is trying to come back" in order to deepen their influence on the wizarding world.

When newspapers denounced again and again, reinforcing the impression that "Dumbledore and Potter are liars".

It also deepens readers' impression of the "rumor" itself over and over again.

Public opinion backfired violently.

The Ministry of Magic became a dumping ground for the Howlers, with Fudge's office being the central receiving station.

Wait till nine o'clock to go to work.

Scrimgeour had two owls above his head and a group of Howlers with wide-mouthed mouths chasing after him, making him look very embarrassed. Although it only took a wave of his wand, he kept them and was reluctant to get rid of these things immediately.

He wrenched open the door of Fudge's office.

"My dear Cornelius," Scrimgeour said, in high spirits, even as an owl's tail feather fell from his head and stuck to his lips. "That's really bad news. Have you seen The Quibbler?"

"It's hard to imagine that the Ministry of Magic only realized its negligence after reading a magazine."

Fudge blushed. "You know what kind of magazine The Quibbler is!"

"You also know what kind of woman Rita Skeeter is!"

"Crazy, disorganized, full of lies..."

Scrimgeour interrupted him. "Cornelly, Ms. Skeeter can tell no more lies than you do."

"Rufus!" Fudge gritted his teeth.

"I have sent someone to investigate Azkaban. We will get the results by noon." Scrimgeour clapped his hands and said cheerfully, "Now let's prepare for an emergency meeting. Whether this is true or not, we should save the Ministry of Magic."

He waved his wand.

Tons of roaring letters flew out from behind him, the magic that temporarily restrained them failing, and they opened their mouths wide, spewing foul language.

"Cornelly Fudge, you cockroach-brained fellow, can we still be safe..."

"I could tie a dog to your position and it would do a better job than you!"

"A new era for the Ministry of Magic? Ah ha, it really is a brand new era. At least no Minister of Magic has ever allowed prison breaks in Azkaban within two years!" - "A new era for the Ministry of Magic" was the slogan Fudge shouted when he released Sirius, which earned him at least five points in support.

However, now because of this sentence, he has lost at least ten points of support.

The curses were like thunder.

Fudge raised his wand, waved it gently, and flames burst out.

Scrimgeour uttered the counter-curse: "My dear Minister, these are the spurs to you from your dearest constituents. Why don't you listen carefully?"

"Rufus, don't go too far." Fudge gritted his teeth.

Scrimgeour sneered. "Minister, these are nothing compared to what you have done."

"See you at the Wizengamot at twelve noon."

He fixed his hair that was messed up by the owl, straightened his tie, and strode out of the office.

The Wizengamot is a very special organization. It holds a large seat in the power structure of the entire Ministry of Magic, but usually nothing happens. However, this year is special. They have already held two meetings in just three months.

One was held for Harry Potter by Cornelius Fudge.

This time it was also because of Cornelius Fudge.

Twelve o'clock.

Dumbledore sat in the place where Cornelius Fudge had sat before. He looked at his "friend" with a complicated expression. His face remained unchanged, but his demeanor had changed drastically from more than ten years ago. As the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, he did not speak.

No one let him speak.

The old witch sitting next to her slowly narrated the opening words.

This has always been Dumbledore's attitude. With his ability, status, and qualifications, he should sit in the position of Chief Wizard, but he will not use any power - even something as simple as stating the opening, he is unwilling to do it.

"…In summary, the current Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, the Wizengamot Council, the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, and the Department of Magical Transportation, a total of five departments, have proposed to impeach the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge."

"Minister Fudge, do you have anything else to say?" The old witch took a deep breath and slowed down. She was too old, and speaking such a long paragraph in one breath was a heavy burden for her.

She muttered to Dumbledore, "Albus, I think you just find talking too tiring to do it."

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, saying nothing.

"Did those people really escape from prison?" Fudge clenched his fists, his fat, short and thick fists nailed to the table like stakes.

Scrimgeour said, "Of course, the Auror who went to investigate has returned."

"Not only did the Death Eaters escape. The Dementors broke their contracts and used the prisoners as food. Even our jailers on Devil's Island died, died from Avada Kedavra, and have been dead for at least a month."

At least one month.

Dumbledore raised his hand, gently pushed up his glasses, and leaned forward slightly.

Fudge looked like Umbridge who had eaten two pounds, with his zygomatic major and buccinator muscles drooping like a pug.

"Minister Fudge has nothing to refute?" Scrimgeour slowly raised his hand. "I suggest that we vote now..."

Fudge slammed the table: "Wait!"

He pulled himself up, dragging the chair with a sharp, shrill sliding sound: "The Ministry of Magic can't do without me now!"

"I can solve this problem!"

Scrimgeour tilted his head and looked at him. "You have only solved one problem, and that was Sirius Black's problem. But my dear Minister Fudge, everyone knows that it was not your own ability."

"Without Mr. Potter's advice, you will not be able to solve anything, and it will be the same as before. Mr. Black will be wrongly accused and still hide like a fugitive, and you will once again say 'maybe we could have done something before, but now it's too late', and let time cover up this matter."

"You have no credibility."

"Cornelly Fudge!"

He waved his hand and gave an order: "Vote now. Those who think Cornelius Fudge should be impeached and the Ministry of Magic should be replaced by a reliable, capable and thoughtful new Minister, please raise your hands to express your opinion."

His hands were kept raised.

Half of the wizards from the Wizengamot and various departments of the Ministry of Magic who were eligible to attend the council raised their hands.

Voted passed.

Umbridge was startled, but lowered her head and carefully recorded the content of the meeting.

Scrimgeour smirked.

very good……

He loved The Quibbler, and that report was the final straw that broke Fudge's back.

Fudge sat rigidly, saying nothing and making no movement.

Scrimgeour glanced at him, looked away with contempt, then looked at Dumbledore again and clapped his hands gently: "Very good, it seems that everyone agrees that this incompetent guy should be impeached. The situation is urgent. Should we elect a new Minister of Magic now?"

The old witch of the Wizengamot nodded and said, "Then let's vote on the nominations."

She raised her wand and flicked it, conjuring a blackboard: "I propose that Madam Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

"I propose Mr. Rufus Scrimgeour, Head of the Auror Office."

"I propose Mr. Pius Thicknesse, Deputy Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and Captain of the Magical Law Enforcement Team."

Candidates for the post of Minister of Magic usually come from departments with real power.

The Department of Magical Law Enforcement is a word that appears on the resume of almost every Minister.

This time was no exception, with the names of the three candidates written on the blackboard.

"Are there no other candidates?" the old witch sighed. This was probably the election with the fewest candidates eligible to run for Minister of Magic.

Ludo Bagman's whereabouts are unknown.

Barty Crouch dies.

"Then let's vote." The old witch said, looking at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and a piece of parchment, a quill pen and a bottle of ink appeared out of thin air in front of everyone. Only he could achieve such a high level of magic.

Soon, everyone wrote down the name they approved of.

The ballot papers floated up and flew past the old witch's eyes one by one. She read out the words on them and showed them to everyone, then drew a horizontal line behind the corresponding names on the blackboard.

An hour later.

All votes have been counted.

Scrimgeour stared at the blackboard, stunned.

how so……

He even calls himself the "Minister of Magic".

The old witch calmly summarized the final result: "Ms. Amelia Bones has eleven votes, Mr. Rufus Scrimgeour has thirty-nine votes, and Mr. Piers Thicknesse has fifty-six votes."

"Mr. Dumbledore abstains."

"The Wizengamot and the Ministry of Magic have voted to impeach the former Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, and have Pius Thicknesse, Deputy Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and Captain of the Magical Law Enforcement Team, take over as Minister of Magic."

Applause broke out.

A tall, thin, taciturn man with a goatee stood up and bowed politely to everyone.