This Hogwarts is not normal

Of course, Azkaban’s defense system has other aspects besides Dementors, but the guards are human beings after all, and they can also feel pain and despair.

Even though the defenses were strengthened due to Sirius's escape, there would not be too many guards inside the prison. They were only responsible for daily standing guard and patrolling, and regularly monitoring the prisoners' every move.

Once the Dementors leave Azkaban, the prison's internal defense system will collapse instantly.

Without the restraint of the Dementors, no one can predict what the prisoners inside will do.

If those Death Eaters on the top floor riot...

Fudge didn't dare to continue imagining. He grabbed Scrimgeour's collar in panic and whispered in his ear: "Rufus, you lead the team immediately - no, don't say anything for the time being."

Scrimgeour looked puzzled. "Mr. Minister, we must act immediately. If Voldemort—"

"He's dead." Fudge grabbed his collar tightly. "Everything must be kept secret. Don't let the outside world associate him with him."

The hearing had already developed in the direction he least wanted, but no matter how much it failed, it would still have a certain effect. If the news of the Dementors leaving Azkaban en masse came out at this time, those people who had just begun to doubt Dumbledore and Vincent would once again stand firmly on their side.

Scrimgeour clenched his fists. "Mr. Minister, it is a fact that the Dementors have broken the agreement. We cannot guarantee that they will not endanger the people."

"Then find an excuse." Fudge's tone was particularly flustered. "We can claim that the Dementors are on vacation. Azkaban is far away from the land, and there are anti-Apparition spells around it. Even if a prisoner escapes, he can't get far."

Scrimgeour held down his trembling hands that were grasping his collar. "Have you forgotten how Sirius Black escaped? Those Death Eaters are all complete lunatics. If any one of them succeeds in swimming to land, it will cause immeasurable damage to the wizarding world."

Fudge loosened his hand, but quickly grabbed it again, "Rufus, I know, of course I know, but you have to give me some time to think of a solution."

"The problem is that we don't have time." Scrimgeour patted his arm. "Mr. Minister, I can't control the prisoners effectively on my own."

Scrimgeour looked back at Dumbledore and Vincent behind him, "Why don't we take this opportunity to confess to the public."

Confessing means admitting mistakes, but the hearing has already begun and voting has begun. If you confess now, many people will die.

"No!" Fudge quickly lowered his voice, "Rufus, I will confess everything, but now is not the time."

Scrimgeour's face was full of pain and confusion. It was the first time he saw Fudge so panicked.

It was another cover-up of the truth. It would have been better if he had rejected Fudge's request to stay.

Fudge looked at Scrimgeour with pleading eyes. "Rufus, I promise, I will find a suitable time to confess everything to the public."

Scrimgeour was extremely conflicted. He lowered his head, not daring to meet Fudge's pleading eyes.

"Isn't now a good time?"

Scrimgeour was stunned. Why did his inner voice ring in his ears?

He turned around suddenly and looked at Vincent in disbelief.

Could it be that this natural master of Occlumency had learned Legilimency?

Fudge was different from the puzzled Scrimgeour. His eyes, which were originally full of pleading, were instantly bloodshot, and his pupils shrank violently to the size of a needle tip.

He pointed his finger at Vincent with a trembling hand, his face filled with anger and fear, "Wayne, you... you dared to eavesdrop!"

Vincent looked directly into those red eyes, "Mr. Minister, you don't really want to confess anything, do you?"

Fudge's whole body shuddered violently, and Scrimgeour immediately realized that his real intention was to delay time.

"I...I don't understand what you're talking about."

Vincent's deep blue eyes seemed to be able to see through Fudge's heart. "A hypocrite is always more terrible than a real villain, Mr. Minister. The false peace you created has entered the countdown."

Fudge's index finger drummed frantically on the tabletop, the rhythm so fast that it seemed as if he was under a convulsion spell.

He forced out an extremely stiff smile, "What countdown? I have no idea what you are talking about."

Vincent rejected his kindness with a cold face, "Azkaban, this time you are going to use the Dementors' vacation adjustment as an excuse, am I right?"

There was a sudden buzz of discussion in the Tenth Courtroom.

Ever since Scrimgeour came in, Fudge showed visible panic, and then there was a strong fear in his eyes, as if something terrible had happened.

Azkaban, Dementors, vacation adjustments, excuses...

All these speculations came into Fudge's ears very clearly. The goodwill he showed to Vincent had disappeared, and his stiff smile gradually became distorted.

"What nonsense!" Fudge slammed the table hard, and the Tenth Courtroom suddenly became quiet again.

He suddenly pushed the document in front of him to the ground, "Wayne, is this a trick you played to get out of the crime?"

Dumbledore was stunned. "Cornelly, you——"

"Shut up!" There was a kind of madness in the depths of Fudge's eyes, a madness that Dumbledore was very familiar with.

"Connelly, you know very well the outcome of the hearing. Vincent doesn't have to—"

"I said shut up!" Fudge tugged at the front of his purple robes, "Dumbledore, the vote in favor of not guilty has not yet begun!"

Vincent shook his head slightly at Dumbledore, "Professor, he has lost his mind. Leave this to me. It should still be in time for you to rush to Azkaban."

Dumbledore stood up slowly. "Are you sure you can handle this?"

Vincent also stood up, "It's easier than what you have to deal with."

The actions of the two made Fudge even crazier. He reached out and pushed Scrimgeour aside, and reached into the suit pocket under his purple robe with his other hand.

"See, I've figured out their trick. They're trying to escape!"

Amidst the uproar, Fudge suddenly drew his wand and pointed it at Dumbledore.

Vincent stepped in front and said, "Professor, it looks like our celebration party will have to be postponed."

Dumbledore smiled and raised his hands, allowing the bright red flames to pour down.

"Stop them! Don't let them get away!"

Upon receiving the order, Dawlish rushed over immediately, and the Aurors surrounding the dock, except Tonks and Welsh, quickly drew their wands.

Vincent glanced behind him and saw that Dumbledore's entire body was covered in Fawkes' flames.

He raised the index finger of his left hand, which was wearing Flamel's ring, and the next moment he was overwhelmed by a dazzling spell.

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