This Hogwarts is not normal

Interrupting the live broadcast was indeed the wisest course of action, but neither Fudge nor Umbridge seemed willing to listen.

Even Dumbledore doesn't dare to interfere with the Ministry of Magic, so why would a little wizard like Vincent have the right to do so?

Fudge's smile faded a lot, "Mr. Wayne, when you said that the lives of the Potter champion and the Malfoy champion were in danger, what exactly did you mean?"

Vincent signaled with his eyes to Dumbledore beside him, and after receiving a slight shake of his head in response, he remained silent.

Revealing the truth that the two were taken away by the Triwizard Cup disguised as a portkey would reveal that he had the means to monitor the maze, and knowing their current location would reveal that there was a backdoor to the magic communicator that only he knew about.

Dumbledore did not agree to leave by force because he must still have unrealistic fantasies about the Ministry of Magic. If that is the case, then let's completely shatter this last bit of fantasy.

Vincent ignored Umbridge's murderous look and looked Fudge straight in the eye with deep, determined eyes.

"Mr. Minister, I have very sad news to tell you. Voldemort is back, and he took Harry and Malfoy away."

The faces of several people present suddenly changed, especially Karkaroff, whose legs went weak and he almost fell down.

There are almost no wizards in the wizarding world who dare to call out Voldemort's name directly. Since Vincent dares to do so, it means that the story is most likely true.

"You..." Umbridge was horrified and angry, "You! Do you have any evidence?"

Vincent shook his head helplessly. The Death Eaters' previous actions were the best evidence. Keep deceiving themselves would only cause greater harm to the wizarding world.

"Evidence?" He raised the magic communicator on his wrist and played the clip of Peter Pettigrew holding Voldemort and walking towards Harry. "This is the footage from five minutes ago. You can judge for yourself."

Harry's holly wand was easy to spot, and although it was a little far away, as the small figure got closer, he could still vaguely make out the face beneath the black hood.

As for the baby being held, it is not very clear. One can only tell from the skin color of the exposed arms that it is not a normal human.

Vincent hit the pause button and zoomed in on the baby's eerily pale arms.

The place is full of knowledgeable wizards, so they can naturally tell that the unusual skin color is the result of magical transformation.

Karkaroff collapsed to the ground with a thud. "It's him...it's him...he's back..."

The baby's fragile body cannot withstand magical transformation at all. Who else could this baby be but Voldemort?

Fudge glanced at Karkaroff, whose face was filled with fear, and gritted his teeth. "Mr. Wayne, this only proves that Peter Pettigrew successfully transformed a baby with magic. It does not prove that—"

"Huh..." Vincent sneered, "This is just the footage from 5 minutes ago. Do you want me to show you the current footage?"

Fudge felt an inexplicable palpitation.

If he really saw Voldemort with his own eyes, he would not be able to continue deceiving himself.

His eyes were a little evasive, and his tone was no longer as tough as before, "Mr. Wayne, the mysterious man is dead. This may just be a replacement created by the remnants of the Death Eaters."

Vincent, who was extremely disappointed, didn't waste any time and directly presented Harry's current situation to him.

Under the gloomy and dark night sky were broken tombstones, and Harry seemed to be dragged by someone.

The picture shook violently, and he was thrown in front of a relatively intact marble tombstone.

Through a flickering light, you can clearly see a name engraved on the tombstone.

Tom Riddle.

Madame Maxime was the only one present who did not know what the name meant. Karkaroff stared with wide eyes at Peter Pettigrew tying Harry tightly to the tombstone.

"Ah!" He suddenly screamed and ran out crawling.

"Principal Karkaroff!" Madame Maxime's shout made him run out of the Quidditch pitch as fast as he could.

Old Batty's face turned livid, "I'll go and bring him back!"

After saying that, he strode out.

The former Death Eaters had fled in fear, and Fudge could no longer deceive himself.

Vincent and Dumbledore looked at each other. It was still not too late to stop Voldemort's resurrection.

"I'm sorry, Cornelius." Dumbledore stepped forward and patted Fudge on the shoulder. "I think it's time for me to leave."

Fox raised his head and chirped, then disappeared with him in a red flame.

Almost at the same time, red flames appeared on the projection screen, scaring Peter Pettigrew so much that he jumped up and kept backing away.

Dumbledore, dressed in a white robe, appeared in front of Harry. He turned his head and looked at the camera of the magic communicator with a smile.

This move can prove that everything is real and not a fake video produced in advance.

Fudge lowered his head, his face pale.

The return of Voldemort is an undeniable fact. If the wizards in the British wizarding world learned of this news, they would know that the Ministry of Magic under his leadership has been concealing the truth.

He would be driven out of power by angry wizards, falling from the pinnacle of power to the lowest point without even a chance to stand up again.

Such a tragic end was not what he wanted. For the sake of peace and stability in the British wizarding community, he could not let anyone know about Voldemort's return.

As for the method...

Fudge looked up at Vincent, who was concentrating on the projection screen.

Got it!

"Wei... Vincent..." He had a hypocritical smile on his face, and his words were full of confidence. "The impact of the mysterious man's return is really too great. Before we deal with the whole matter, I hope you can cooperate with our work."

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The butt determines the head, and the position determines the thoughts.

He actually wanted to hide it. He is hopeless.

If the current British Ministry of Magic does not undergo a thorough reform and continues to linger on, the entire British wizarding world will be ruined by them.

Vincent pretended not to understand his eyes and said, "Mr. Minister, I will of course cooperate with you. However, the people in the wizarding world have the right to know that a terrible crisis has arrived. As the British Youth Representative of the Wizengamot and the recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, I have an obligation to tell everyone the truth."

Fudge's smile froze. "Vincent, of course you have this obligation. What I mean is that in order to avoid public panic, we should not announce the news to everyone for the time being."

Vincent shook his head slightly. "Mr. Minister, are you really doing this to avoid public panic? Not for your position as the Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom?"

Such a straightforward statement instantly made Fudge's smile disappear.

Madame Maxime is still here, this is a complete break-up.

Now that it has come to this, Fudge decided not to pretend anymore, "Mr. Wayne, I don't know how you got the real-time picture of Harry Warrior, but I think it must be related to the magic communicator he was wearing.

Am I to understand that you have some hidden means of opening and locating his device, Mr. Wayne?"

Facing Fudge's threat, Vincent did not back down at all. "It's up to you, Mr. Minister."

He slid the projection screen in front of him and called up the control interface that was still being broadcast live around the world. "Voldemort's return is a truth that should not be buried."

At this moment, all devices with magic projection function in the world were activated.

The content in the picture was nothing but the real-time picture recorded by Harry's magic communicator.

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