I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 324 Skeleton King Fudge

To sum it up, Louis’ mentality is boredom, I want to see rivers of blood.

Life is tiring enough, wouldn't it be nice to have some fun?

Snape curled the corner of his mouth with disdain, grabbed Barty Crouch Jr., and then rolled up his left sleeve.

Fudge's pupils shrank and he retreated in horror.

"Did you see it?" Snape said hoarsely, "Did you see it? The Dark Mark... Ha, I think you should know what the Dark Mark is and what it represents. It is no longer as obvious as it was an hour ago, when it was even burned black..."

"But you can still see it. Every Death Eater has a mark from Voldemort. This is a way for Death Eaters to identify each other, and it is also a signal for Voldemort to summon them back to him. When he touches the mark of a Death Eater, we must immediately Apparate and appear next to him."

"Over the past year, the mark has become more and more obvious...Karkaroff's as well. Why do you think Karkaroff fled tonight? As a former Death Eater, he felt the mark burning, and we all knew he was back. Karkaroff was afraid that Voldemort would retaliate against him. He betrayed many of his fellow Death Eaters, and surely no one would welcome him back among them."

Snape stared at Fudge coldly with his hawk-like eyes, as if he wanted to cut a piece of meat from his body. But in fact, he lied, Karkaroff's Dark Mark had been removed by Louis a long time ago, and Karkaroff went back early just to help Louis with the layout of the continent.

But in Snape's opinion, this was undoubtedly something that could be used. If the method was right, Fudge might be able to accept this bitter fact.

But he obviously overestimated Fudge's integrity. Politicians look at things differently from ordinary people. They care more about support rates and the positions under their butts rather than for others.

Fudge stepped back from Snape again. He shook his head, as if he had not heard anything Snape said. His eyes widened, obviously frightened by the ugly mark on Snape's arm, and then he looked up at Dumbledore and whispered, "I don't know what tricks you and your people are playing, Dumbledore, but I have heard enough... I don't want to say anything more. I will contact you tomorrow, Dumbledore. I hope you can calm down and we can discuss the way this school is run. I must go back to the Ministry of Magic."

Fudge didn't realize that he was the one who needed to calm down. Politicians always feel good about themselves - but then again, people with a sense of shame can't be politicians.

He reached the door and stopped again, as if he had remembered something, then turned quickly, strode across the room and stopped beside Harry's bed.

"The prize money you won," he said briefly, with a look of reluctance - as if giving this money to the little lying scoundrel with a Parseltongue tongue that he believed was something he could not accept, while pulling out a large bag of gold coins from his pocket and throwing it on Harry's bedside table, "One thousand gold Galleons, there should have been an award ceremony, but under the current circumstances -"

He glanced at the people around him, put his bowler hat on his head, and looked at Snape again: "Well, Professor Snape, if you don't mind?"

Fudge said this while looking at Barty Crouch Jr. who was held in Snape's hands.

Snape had no objection. Barty Crouch Jr. would eventually return to Azkaban - and even stand trial. He clapped his hands, and two people walked in from outside, followed by hooded Dementors. They carried Barty Crouch Jr. out of the room. When they reached the door, Fudge turned around, looked deeply at Dumbledore, and closed the door heavily behind him.

There was a loud bang on the door, and it was clear that he was unhappy. As soon as he left, Dumbledore turned and looked at the group of people around Harry's bed.

"There is some work to be done," Dumbledore looked at Aunt Molly with some disappointment. "Molly...if I am not mistaken, I can count on you and Arthur, right?"

Although Dumbledore had anticipated what Fudge had just done and said, he still felt very sorry.

"Of course, no problem." Aunt Molly replied. Her face was pale and her lips were bloodless, but her expression was very firm. "We know what kind of person Fudge is. It is precisely because Arthur likes Muggles that he has been hindered from developing in the Ministry of Magic for so many years. Fudge believes that Arthur lacks the dignity that a wizard should have."

"Well, I need to send a letter to Arthur," Dumbledore folded his hands in his lap, "We must immediately inform all those who can see the situation through our persuasion. Arthur can contact those in the Ministry of Magic who are not as short-sighted as Cornelius."

"I'm going to find Dad," Bill said, standing up quickly. "I'm going now."

"Excellent," said Dumbledore. "Tell him what has happened over the past two days. Say that I shall be in direct contact with him shortly. But he must tread carefully - if Fudge thinks that I am meddling with the Ministry, it could provoke a series of unwanted reactions from him."

"No problem, leave it to me." Bill said confidently. He reached out and patted Harry's shoulder, kissed his mother's cheek, then put on his cloak and strode out of the room.

"Minerva," Dumbledore said, turning to Professor McGonagall, "I would like to see Hagrid in my office. And - Madame Maxime - if she would like to come as well."

Professor McGonagall nodded and left without another word.

"And you two." Dumbledore turned his gaze to Sirius and Snape: "I hope that in the future, you two can put aside your past grudges, work together, and fight against Voldemort and defend Hogwarts... I know this is not difficult. I trust Sirius, and I trust you the same way, Severus. I trust both of you. What you need most now is trust in each other!"

Everyone thought Dumbledore was really crazy - the relationship between Sirius and Snape was like lice on a bald head - it was obvious that getting them to work together would be as difficult as making the sun rise in the west.

Sirius and Snape looked at each other, staring at each other fiercely, with obvious expressions of disgust on their faces.

"In the short term," said Dumbledore, with a hint of impatience in his tone, "I shall be satisfied as long as you do not openly turn hostile to each other. You may shake hands... You are on the same side now. Time is short. We, the few who know the truth, must unite or there will be no hope for us all."

Louis felt that Dumbledore was like the kindergarten teacher in his previous life, who made two quarreling children shake hands and make peace - these two people now had this sense of déjà vu especially.

Sirius and Snape walked up very slowly and shook hands, but they were still glaring at each other, as if each wished the other bad luck - of course, they quickly let go of each other's hands.

"That's better." Dumbledore said, "I hope that you two can unite with each other and face the outside world together, instead of wasting unnecessary energy on internal strife. Hogwarts should value peace and not engage in infighting..." "I have no objection." Sirius stared at Snape with disgust on his face.

Snape snorted, and the lips under his hooked nose raised a disdainful arc: "I have no objection..."

The sound was greasy, as always.

Louis really couldn't bear to watch it. How should I put it? Two men, one drama... No, two old men, one drama? Ugh...

"Now both of you have a mission. Although we had expected Fudge's attitude, it has changed the whole situation." Dumbledore stood in front of the two of them, put his old hand on Sirius' shoulder, and said earnestly: "Sirius, I need you to leave immediately. Go and inform Remus Lupin, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher - and you, hide with Lupin for the time being, I will contact you there."

Sirius nodded seriously, being a dog-type boy, he was always relatively obedient, especially to the headmaster.

"Severus," Dumbledore said, turning to Snape, "You know what I am going to tell you to do...if that's okay with you...if you're ready."

The Riddler is so annoying, Louis complained in his heart, why are these two people having an encrypted conversation here, is there something shameful going on?

"No problem," said Snape. He looked even paler than usual, and his cold black eyes were twinkling in an eerie way, like <)))><<.

"Well, I wish you good luck." Dumbledore said with a complicated expression. With a hint of worry on his face, he watched Snape follow Sirius without saying a word.

Several minutes passed before Dumbledore spoke again.

"I must go downstairs," he said at last. "I must see Mr. and Mrs. Diggory. Harry drank the rest of the potion. I'll come back to see you all later."

After saying that, Dumbledore left the room without looking back, without taking a cloud with him. Harry fell weakly on the pillow, with a groan in his throat.

Even after lying down for a whole night, it was difficult to hide the fatigue, especially since Fudge had just been giving orders and dictating things, and it looked like he was about to have a big quarrel with Dumbledore. Harry really felt very tired.

Fortunately, the warriors had all been discharged from the hospital long ago, leaving only Harry and the seriously injured Marilyn lying in the room. Otherwise, Fudge would have made a big fool of himself today.

Just as she was about to speak, Catherine pushed the door open.

"Little Moon," Louis said lazily while lying on the other bed, "I really wish you could come earlier, then you would have a good show to watch..."

"What's the show?" Catherine asked with raised eyebrows.

"It's about Fudge," Louis changed into a comfortable position and yawned, "Dumbledore and Fudge just had a very heated argument. It seems that a split between them is a matter of time... I think we should make plans early. Fudge is nothing but a pile of bones in a grave. Sooner or later, Voldemort will get rid of him."

Hey man, are you also Skeleton King?

I just don't know if there will be a critical hit from the Nether Fire, and the Absolute Nether Regeneration... Oh no, this is the Big Brother Nether Soul.

"I know that, little deer." Catherine came over and sat beside Louis' waist. She touched his head with her slender hand, pondered for a moment, and said, "Mom has quit her job at the Ministry of Magic. She thinks Fudge and his group are too stubborn and not worth keeping working in the Ministry of Magic. She accepted Professor Dumbledore's invitation and returned to what..."

Having said that, Catherine put her finger on her red lips and thought for a while, but still couldn't remember what the organization was called.

"It's the Order of the Phoenix." Aunt Molly's eyes were gentle as she helped Catherine to tell the name of the mysterious organization: "This was the organization that Professor Dumbledore formed to fight Voldemort. In fact, Headmaster Dumbledore was a great man. He had no prejudice against sects or bloodlines. Whether they were Muggles, Squibs, bartenders, or thieves, he could unite them all to fight against Voldemort's evil rule..."

"Perhaps this is one of the reasons why he was able to defeat Voldemort." Hermione nodded in agreement, with admiration in her eyes: "After I graduate, I will definitely join the Order of the Phoenix and become a great wizard like Dumbledore who has no discrimination or prejudice..."

"You're overthinking it, Hermione." Although Harry was a little sleepy, his mind was still clear - thanks to Lilastrasza's use of the Red Dragon's Breath to regulate his body. He grinned and said, "It's useless to just look at his personality. A noble personality cannot defeat Voldemort. The reason why Dumbledore was able to defeat Voldemort was simply because his magical attainments were much higher than Voldemort's."

Hermione didn't say anything. She knew Harry was right. She just glared at Harry and immediately changed the subject: "I think you have to drink the rest of the potion, Harry." She reached for the medicine bottle and the goblet and poured Harry a full glass: "Come on, Harry, be obedient and get a good night's sleep. Rest is the most important thing for you now..."

No matter how I look at it, I get the feeling that "Da Lang, it's time to take your medicine."

"I suspect you took poison, Hermione," Harry said honestly, "After all, what I said just now offended you. You didn't add anything to it, did you?"

"It's Veritaserum. I added Veritaserum." Hermione said seriously, slamming the goblet on the table and rolling her eyes at Harry. "Drink it or not, your body is your own anyway. Don't come to me when you feel uncomfortable because you don't get enough rest!"

"Okay, I'll drink it." Harry shrugged, took the goblet and drank the potion in it in one gulp.

A second before he lost consciousness, he seemed to hear Hermione and Ron's weird laughter.

(End of this chapter)