In the Ministry of Magic's atrium.
A steady stream of wizards poured into the Ministry of Magic via the Floo Network.
In front of the Fountain of Magical Brethren, all the directors of the Ministry of Magic had arrived.
Looking at the people holding up protest slogans in front of them, these directors couldn't help but frown.
"I didn't expect it to be this serious." Amelia Bones said with a solemn expression.
"Well, who let our minister conceal such important news, even us as colleagues didn't know, it's quite something."
Pius Thicknesse, as the DMLE's deputy director, stood behind Amelia.
Everyone knows about the conflict between Pius and Fudge, so it's not surprising that he said this.
At this time, a fake girly voice came from the side: "Deputy Director Thicknesse, in front of so many people, isn't it inappropriate to slander your superior?"
Pius frowned and looked in the direction of the voice.
"It turned out to be Senior Undersecretary Umbridge. I will keep your teachings in mind."
Looking at Umbridge, who was dressed in pink girly clothes, Pius wisely chose to give in.
Anyone who is familiar with Umbridge knows that this toad-like woman who likes to pretend to be tender is a person with a strong desire for control, and she also likes to meddle in other people's business.
Seeing Pius listening to her, Umbridge smiled smugly.
"Dumbledore's here!" a cry came from the crowd.
Everyone looked at the fireplace behind them and saw Dumbledore walking out of it.
"Dumbledore, is You-know-who really back?"
When this question was brought up, the whole atrium instantly fell silent.
Everyone looked at Dumbledore who had just stepped out of the fireplace, waiting for his answer.
At this moment, a green flame ignited again in the fireplace and Lucas, dressed in a pitch-black robe, stepped out of the flames.
"Oh? Are you welcoming me?"
No one answered his question, but when everyone saw him standing side by side with Dumbledore, they started discussing in low voices.
"Lucas Grindelwald, he's the winner of the Triwizard Tournament."
"The newspapers said that he has the power of a quasi-legendary wizard, but I don't know if it's true."
"It's true. I was there watching the Triwizard Tournament back then. Mr. Grindelwald's strength was shocking!"
Lucas didn't care about people talking about him as he walked with Dumbledore to the front of the crowd.
"Headmaster, are you also here to endorse Minister Fudge?"
"I just received an invitation to watch the excitement."
The two looked at each other and smiled, Lucas turned around and walked towards Amelia Bones.
In any case, the other party was the first person to receive him when he first came to England.
As for Dumbledore, he went to find Pius and Rufus Scrimgeour. Seeing the three of them chatting happily, the corners of Lucas' lips rose slightly.
Sure enough, just as he expected. Dumbledore was trying to befriend some of the people he was at odds with.
The old bee was probably afraid that he would take the opportunity to control the Ministry of Magic. Too bad that Dumbledore's preparations were a little late.
The crowd waited for a few more minutes until the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, emerged from the elevator with his assistants.
"Minister, may I ask if You-know-who has really returned?"
Seeing that it was a reporter from the Daily Prophet, Fudge glared at him angrily.
The reporter had obviously expected such a result, so he shrugged his shoulders and said to the recording device, "Minister Fudge has a solemn expression and nodded heavily."
"This reporter speculates that the purpose of this public speech is probably to announce this important news. Let us look forward to Minister Fudge's next speech together!"
Fudge suddenly heard the voices behind him and he almost fell to the ground.
[Cornel Fudge Step Down!]
[Worst minister ever, Cornelius Fudge!]
[Smelly Dung Fudge!]
Dazzling signs and banners appeared in front of him.
It can be seen that everyone prepared hastily, and most of the signs and banners were quite simple..
Fudge stood in front of many directors and waved his hands to the crowd in front of him.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please listen to me. I will definitely give you an explanation for the false reports in the Daily Prophet."
"But please believe me, the contents of the newspaper are all nonsense, don't believe them!"
Seeing that Fudge was still acting stubborn at this time, the crowd below erupted in deafening boos. Even the Ministry staff behind Fudge frowned.
"Be quiet, everyone, please be quiet and listen to me. Headmaster Albus Dumbledore and Mr Lucas Grindelwald can prove it for me. Even if you don't believe me, you must believe them, right?"
After these words were finished, the crowd really became quiet and everyone looked at the two people standing on one side.
But Lucas and Dumbledore looked at each other and went back to being indifferent, with pleasant smiles on their faces.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, Mr. Grindelwald?" Fudge urged the two anxiously, but they didn't even move from their places.
Fudge was completely panicked now. He turned and walked towards the two, wanting to ask them what happened.
Just then, a flock of owls flew into the Ministry of Magic to deliver the latest issue of the Daily Prophet.
This issue published the content of Voldemort's speech in the cemetery, detailing what happened to him over the past thirteen years.
But unexpectedly, none of that was enough to hit the headlines.
Instead, the front page featured a picture of Fudge in the Hogwarts Infirmary when he was denying Voldemort's return.
The article detailed Fudge's obsession with power.
It was because he was worried about losing his status that he insisted on denying the news of Voldemort's return.
Fudge picked up the newspaper from the floor, immediately checking the person who wrote the article and sure enough.
Rita Skeeter!
The familiar name came into view. Seeing everyone's suspicious eyes, Fudge hastily tore up the newspaper in his hand.
"Slander and rumors! These are all nonsense, please don't believe them!"
Unfortunately for him, no matter what he says now, no one will believe it anymore.
Pius held up the newspaper and asked, "Pyne Carrow, as the personal assistant of Minister Fudge, you should know the events better than anyone. Is this true?"
Hearing that the person Pius asked was Pyne, Fudge was quietly relieved. He has never treated his assistant badly in these years.
"It's true, and I was worried about it for a while, but Minister Fudge told me very firmly that these are all plots and lies made by Headmaster Dumbledore."
"The Minister also said that Headmaster Dumbledore wanted to become the Minister of Magic himself, so he and the Boy-Who-Lived were putting on a show together."
"Pyne, you..." Fudge looked at the young man beside him in surprise.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Facing Fudge's questioning, Pyne Carrow showed a trace of guilt: "I'm sorry, Minister, but I really can't hide it anymore."
"The return of the Dark Lord is a major event that concerns the life and death of the British magic world. Please give up your personal interests and lead us to prepare early!"
"You and I…...."
Fudge never seemed to have thought of the possibility that Pyne would betray him.
Now that he was caught off guard, he didn't know how to refute for a while.
The members of the Saints Group in the crowd glanced at each other and a man led the chanting: "Cornelius Fudge, step down!"
"Step down!" *N
A stone stirs up a thousand waves.
The main hall was filled with voices calling for Fudge to step down. Even some of the staff of the Ministry of Magic followed suit.
Knowing that he was finished, Fudge became extremely depressed.
…
Snap~!
Voldemort threw the newspaper in his hands to the ground, his red eyes gleaming coldly.
"I didn't expect him to have such means."
After saying that, he looked at the group of Death Eaters standing before him.
"Idiots, you couldn't even discover those magic cameras. It seems that after so many years, your strength and vigilance has regressed a lot."
The Death Eaters hurriedly prostrated themselves on the ground to admit their mistake.
At this moment Voldemort's condition was not good and his right arm was festering badly. The same goes for his legs.
He was sitting in a chair at this time, apparently unable to walk on his own.
"Severus!"
"Master, I'm here!"
"I'm glad you came back to me, but why did you come back so late?"
Professor Snape waved to the door, and two Death Eaters walked in while dragging a man with them.
"Because I went to catch the escaped traitor for you, master!"
Seeing Karkaroff unconscious on the ground, Voldemort let out a satisfied laugh.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The light of the Killing Curse flashed, and Karkaroff died without even knowing.
Letting people carry the body away, Voldemort continued: "You came back just in time, I want you to brew me a potion to restore my body."
"Also, the news you brought back is very important. If you can really catch Harry Potter, I will definitely reward you properly."
"Thank you, master!"
…
The Ministry of Magic moved quickly this time.
Only three days after Fudge took the blame and resigned, the new Minister of Magic was elected.
This day the new minister will deliver his first speech since taking office.
Lucas sat under the stage, watching the figure walking up the stage with a faint smile.