This Hogwarts is not normal

Chapter 1095 Times have changed

It is a happy thing that Voldemort was beaten and fled away in a panic by Dumbledore.

But for Fudge, he just couldn't be happy.

"The Return of Voldemort", "Dumbledore's True Strength", "The Worst Triwizard Tournament", "The Incompetent Ministry of Magic"...

His mind was filled with a large number of news headlines. The impact of this global live broadcast was really too bad.

It’s hard to say about the domestic public opinion, but the international reports are definitely all negative.

Through this live broadcast, Fudge also realized something that had been overlooked, that is, the overwhelming power that Dumbledore possessed.

Although Voldemort had only just recovered his strength, he was indeed beaten and fled in a panic, even leaving behind his loyal servants.

Fudge took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and squinted at Vincent who had just finished the live broadcast with his back to him.

This young man has been playing the pig and eating the tiger. It's time to stop trying to fool children.

In the adult world, there is no right or wrong, only eternal interests.

"Mr. Wayne."

Vincent turned around, "What's wrong, Mr. Minister?"

Fudge gave his signature fake smile, "We are going to deal with the spies in the Ministry next. Do you have any good suggestions?"

His attitude is gentle, and it seems that he has decided to use a soft approach when the hard approach doesn't work.

Vincent said sternly, "My suggestion is to treat them with the 'highest standards'."

Fudge smiled, seemingly not caring about his attitude, "Thank you for your advice, Dolores—"

Umbridge stepped forward quickly and respectfully, "Minister, please give me your orders."

"Notify Scrimgeour and have him take his men to Little Hangleton immediately." Fudge paused and glanced at Vincent, who still had a stern face. "Dolores, you stay here and deal with the Triwizard Tournament."

Then he walked up to Madame Maxime and said, "I'm sorry, Madame, I frightened you."

He spoke politely and skillfully, and finally tentatively stated that the result of the competition would be announced after investigation, and did not rule out the possibility of a rematch.

Of course Madame Maxime knew that he was just being polite.

The fact that Harry and Draco were taken hundreds of miles away was telling in itself, and with the Triwizard Cup missing along with them, it looked like Beauxbatons would unfortunately lose this year.

She said that it didn't matter and that she didn't care about the results, but she was actually a little unhappy inside.

But thinking of Durmstrang's performance, she felt obviously better.

The former Death Eater headmaster was controlled by the Imperius Curse, and the warrior also lost his mind because of the pink smoke. If it weren't for them, she would have given up and left long ago.

"Then..." Fudge put on his black felt hat, "I have to leave for Little Hangleton. Ma'am, Vincent, and I'd like to trouble you to take some time out tomorrow to come to the Ministry to record your statements."

Vincent is definitely going, but Madame Maxime is a little suspicious, and Fudge might want to try to keep it secret in the end.

The British wizarding community is truly unlucky to have a Minister of Magic who is blinded by his lust for power.

Before leaving, Fudge pulled Umbridge aside and said a few words to her, and then Umbridge's attitude changed 180 degrees.

She had been grinning at Vincent before, but now her face was full of flattery and her tone was very ingratiating.

"Mr. Wayne, I apologize for any offense I have caused you before."

Vincent was so disgusted by this that he waved his hand and followed Madame Maxime back to the stands.

Umbridge's face suddenly changed when she saw the two of them in the distance. She clapped her hands vigorously at the staff of the Ministry of Magic, "Okay, come down quickly and clean up the maze."

Alas - it is such a sin to have such an incompetent senior deputy minister who is always meddling in other people's affairs.

Vincent was naturally treated like a hero when he returned to the stands.

Although it was impossible to hear what they were saying below, just from the extremely uncomfortable expressions on Fudge and Umbridge's faces, I knew that the interrupted live broadcast was restored by Vincent.

The students are all innocent, passionate, and easily impulsive. Anyone who dares to confront the Ministry of Magic face to face is a superhero in their minds.

Amid the cheers that resounded through the night sky, two people in the Warriors' family stands had gloomy faces.

Lucius covered his burning arm tightly, and Narcissa's face showed more concern for him.

The pain of the Dark Mark increased instead of decreased, indicating that Voldemort, who seemed to have been beaten and fled in a panic, was recovering little by little.

If it weren't for the live broadcast just now, Lucius might have succumbed to this power and went back.

But after watching the entire top showdown between black and white magic, he not only felt sincerely fortunate but also disgusted with the Dark Mark on his arm.

You, Voldemort, are the king of survival, but they are not.

Dumbledore was able to fight off old Barty after being stabbed in the back, but they would be killed instantly if they went there.

Anyone who was able to escape the Death Eater trial back then would be unable to see the current situation clearly.

Even old Nott, a veteran Death Eater, didn't go back. I guess only those lunatics in Azkaban are absolutely loyal.

Thinking of this, Lucius' expression became more complicated.

Caught between fear and pain, he felt a little more conflicted.

Times have changed. Now is no longer the era where one can gain a large number of wizards following by simply shouting about the supremacy of pure-bloods. Pure-blood supremacy has become less and less popular.

Look at the magic world today. In their spare time, wizards either chase TV series or watch videos, or find some card players to play a game of Gwent.

With daily lives filled with a wealth of entertainment, how many wizards would care about their origins and bloodlines?

Lucius looked from afar at Vincent who was surrounded by students on the other side of the stands.

This young man is not even 20 years old, how could he possibly think about the distant future?

But no matter what, the Malfoy family does need to be prepared.

Voldemort's embarrassing escape and Dumbledore's frail old age.

Giving timely assistance will certainly not be appreciated, and on the other hand it will be in huge conflict with one's own interests.

As Lucius's face grew darker, Scrimgeour and the Aurors arrived at Little Hangleton.

An hour ago, there was a cemetery here.

Now, all that remains is a ruin with countless traces of dangerous magic.

Draco had woken up and was trying to hide his deep fear by cursing Peter Pettigrew, who had knocked him out.

Harry was talking to Dumbledore while holding the Triwizard Cup disguised as a portkey. When they noticed someone from the Ministry of Magic coming, they stopped talking.

Dumbledore walked forward with a smile, "Rufus, thank you for your hard work."

Scrimgeour and the Aurors were all in awe, "No, Lord Dumbledore, you are the one who has worked the hardest."

After some pleasantries, Fudge also arrived at Little Hangleton through Apparition.

He walked quickly towards Dumbledore with a false smile on his face.

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