He stretched out his hand, and there was a layer of glistening sweat on his palm.

Dumbledore shook his hand lightly and said, "Cornelly, I didn't expect you to come here so late."

"As the Minister, I always have to consider the future of the Ministry of Magic." Cornelius Fudge took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Although it has been written very clearly in the letter, I still think it is necessary to come here in person."

Dumbledore motioned for him to sit down.

Fudge shook his head: "Albus, there is no time for idle chat. The school board has already decided that tomorrow in London..."

"I'm afraid not tomorrow." Dumbledore shook his head decisively.

Fudge was stunned, his eyelids twitched, his throat was choked with breath, and his voice was a little distorted: "This is the school board..."

"I know. You don't need to repeat it." Dumbledore interrupted again, in a gentle tone, "But not tomorrow."

"I'm the Headmaster, the Headmistress of Hogwarts, and I have to stay here."

Fudge tried to be tough, baring his teeth and claws, and asked sternly: "But you failed to protect the students. How many? This is the number?"

Dumbledore said nothing, just looked at him calmly.

Fudge stiffened his neck.

"How many? So how many is it?" Harry asked expressionlessly in silence.

There was a hint of tentative interest in Dumbledore's eyes.

Fudge's face was embarrassed. He opened his mouth, gritted his teeth, and squinted at Harry. He was just about to vent his anger on this blind little wizard, but his eyes met the cat's pupils, and the words got stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter them.

It is the famous Harry Potter.

"Harry, if we don't stop the current situation, this number is just the beginning." Fudge took a deep breath and his tone became gentle. "The results will get worse and worse, and the numbers will get bigger and bigger."

Harry grinned and curled his lips.

What a familiar phrase.

Still don't know how many?

"Principal Dumbledore, we have to be responsible for our students." Fudge looked at the white-bearded old man in front of him. His momentum was weakened by the interruption. "You can't be so willful..."

Dumbledore waved his hand and interrupted him for the third time: "You are the ones who are willful. I am responsible to the students if I stay."

"But the board of directors has the power to review the principal and determine whether he is still qualified for the position, and the principal must cooperate." Fudge gritted his teeth and spoke hurriedly, finally saying a complete sentence.

"So... where are the approvals from the directors?" Dumbledore stretched out his hand and spread out his five fingers.

Fudge was stunned.

"Cornelly, you are the Minister of Magic, you need to be more mature." Dumbledore said earnestly.

Fudge held down his hat. "I am mature now, Albus. I know what I am doing."

"I hope so." Dumbledore smiled.

"The approval document from the board of directors you hope for will be handed to you as soon as possible. You should be prepared." Fudge stepped back, his words sounding awkward, and his figure was just like his words.

"He's very afraid of you." Harry said softly, looking at the unlocked door.

Dumbledore waved his wand and closed the door. "There have been rumors that I want to replace him as Minister of Magic."

"Wizards should stay out of politics." Harry shook his head.

Dumbledore was a little surprised: "Harry, you always surprise me. It took me a long time to realize this truth after I became an adult."

"Is it related to your old lover who is a fortune teller?" Harry asked back.

Snape pressed the corners of his mouth to prevent himself from laughing.

Mag was a little overwhelmed.

"We don't have much time left." Dumbledore said calmly, easily brushing over the topic, "Five days at most, or even shorter. As long as you don't ask them to pay, they are always very efficient."

"We have to find Voldemort before then."

Harry said, "Legitimate."

Dumbledore was stunned.

"You can use the spell to read his mind directly." Harry looked at Dumbledore seriously, "You don't have to be so polite to him."

Dumbledore shook his head. "I did, in fact."

His expression became complicated: "I didn't expect Lockhart to be... that kind of person."

"I thought he was just stealing other people's experiences, but he went so far."

"A lot of things I didn't expect, but no memory of anything like Voldemort."

"Where's Veritaserum?" Harry asked again.

Snape sneered: "There is no need to talk about these conventional methods that even a troll brain can think of. I have already used them on him."

Dumbledore turned back in surprise: "Severus, you never told me this."

"Your weak, old-fashioned mind will only stop me." Snape shook his head, his words as sharp as a knife, "I used it on him during the Christmas holidays."

“But it didn’t work.”

"Although truth serum is useful, it is not a panacea."

"That disgusting, slug-like thing is under an extremely advanced secrecy spell."

Dumbledore rubbed his head and said, "You can trust me. It's just a truth serum. For the safety of students, I can go even further. That night, I cast a spell in his office. His every move was monitored by me."

"Including him dating a schoolgirl?" Harry suddenly interrupted.

Dumbledore's expression froze. "In fact, he has restrained himself a lot since Minerva told him about it. Really, it's only been twice in this period."

"But it's only been a week since Christmas break," Harry deadpanned.

"I watched his life from start to finish." Even someone as experienced as Dumbledore looked a little unnatural after he revealed the truth. "I am also sure that Lockhart did not cheat on my spell."

“The books were not transferred.”

“I didn’t communicate with any weird things.”

“Just some soliloquy now and then.”

Harry caught a few words: "Talking to yourself?"

"You suspect as I do." Dumbledore nodded. "Voldemort is in him."

"But I checked. Quirrell couldn't hide it from me. He couldn't have the ability to do that..."

"Since it's on him, it's easy to deal with." Harry spread his hands, "Remember the reason I told you? Fire him."

Professor McGonagall said seriously, "I agree, Albus. Even if he doesn't have anything dangerous in him, this scum and villain should be driven out of the castle."

"student!"

"I have never heard of any professor having a romantic relationship with a student, more than one student, at the same time."

Harry commented: "He does have a nice face, very attractive."

"This has nothing to do with appearance." McGonagall gritted her teeth, "He has already crossed all the bottom lines that a professor should have."

Dumbledore stood up. "Since the Deputy Headmistress has said so—"

He turned to look at Snape.

Snape nodded and said simply, "I second the motion."

"The Headmaster of Slytherin House also agrees, and the Headmaster of Ravenclaw will have no objection either. As the Headmaster, I must respect your choice."

He waved his wand.

The feather pen on the table was writing with a rustling sound, and soon, a paper crane folded into paper flew out.