#434 - Chapter 434 Why Are You So Unconvinced?

Fudge ignored the crowd, waved his hand, and led the Aurors towards the Hogwarts gate, but his pace was quick, as if afraid that Sebastian would suddenly return.

Facing Harry, he could still stubbornly insist that the other party was hallucinating, but if it were Sebastian, he really couldn't be so tough. So, it's best to leave quickly and avoid Sebastian.

However, Sebastian had no time to pay attention to Fudge's thoughts. He was happily learning from Voldemort at this moment.

"Minister," an Auror stepped forward and suggested to Fudge, "The Boy Who Lived returned via a Portkey. Should we trace back the Portkey's trail and investigate?"

"Investigate what?!" Fudge roared, pointing at the Auror and launching into a tirade.

Brainless idiot, aren't you afraid of actually encountering the Dark Lord?!

To be honest, Fudge didn't doubt Harry's words as much as he showed. Deep down, he also believed that Voldemort had returned.

However, he really didn't dare, or rather, he was unwilling to admit that Voldemort had returned.

Because he really didn't know what he, the Minister for Magic, should do after admitting that Voldemort had returned.

Declare war on Voldemort?

To be honest, Fudge didn't have the guts. He was afraid that Voldemort would come knocking on his door immediately after the declaration of war.

He didn't want to die; he wanted to live!

Fudge was also unwilling to resign from the position of Minister for Magic voluntarily. That way, the public would only think he was a coward, afraid to face Voldemort.

In that case, his image cultivated over so many years would be ruined. Perhaps he would even be judged by busybody citizens as the most cowardly Minister for Magic in history, firmly nailing him to the pillar of shame.

More importantly, years of being the Minister for Magic had made Fudge addicted to the taste of power. He was unwilling to lose power and become an ordinary person again.

While walking, Fudge had already made up his mind.

After returning, he would wait and see for two days. As long as Sebastian couldn't produce decisive evidence after returning, he would deny everything to the death, dragging it out for as long as possible.

When Voldemort truly appeared in front of people, he would admit his misjudgment and then resign to take the blame.

Anyway, no matter what, a misjudgment in decision-making was better than being called a coward.

After all, a misjudgment in decision-making meant a lack of ability, while being a coward meant a flaw in character!

............

On the other side, after seeing Fudge leave, Mia couldn't hold back any longer. She forcefully took Harry to the hospital wing and, together with Madam Pomfrey, drove everyone who came to visit Harry out of the hospital wing.

The reason was also very sufficient: Harry had extremely obvious signs of the Cruciatus Curse on his body, so he now needed peace and quiet and plenty of rest. Everything would have to wait until tomorrow morning.

Mia's aura was extremely strong at this time, and no one dared to provoke her at this moment. Harry also obediently took the potion and drank it down in one gulp.

Immediately, Harry's eyelids began to droop. As he fell back onto the pillow, he couldn't help but think in his heart.

How is Professor Swann?

Who won the battle between him and Voldemort?

When Sebastian returned to school, Hogwarts had already begun curfew, but many people were still waiting for him.

As soon as he stepped into the castle, a figure rushed out in front of him.

"Sebastian!"

Mia almost pounced over, hugging his waist tightly, as if afraid that he would disappear from her sight if she was even a step late.

Mia was actually very clear about Sebastian's strength, and she also knew how powerful Sebastian's dragon form was, so she had a lot of confidence in Sebastian.

It's just that she still couldn't help but worry completely. After all, the other party was the notorious Voldemort.

Her shoulders were trembling slightly. Only at this moment did she completely breathe a sigh of relief: "You're finally back!"

Then, she let go of Sebastian and began to examine him carefully: "Harry said you fought with the Dark Lord. Are you injured?"

Feeling Mia's emotional fluctuations, Sebastian slowly raised his hand and gently patted her shoulder, a comforting smile appearing on the corner of his lips: "Don't you know my strength? The Dark Lord can't do anything to me."

"Don't move! Let me finish checking before you talk!" Only after checking and finding that Sebastian was unscathed, not even his clothes were dirty, did Mia completely relax.

"Harry is fine. He's already asleep in the hospital wing. Oh, right, I have to do a checkup for Harry tomorrow morning, so I'm going to sleep at school tonight."

"Okay," Sebastian said gently, "You go back to the office first. I'll chat with Severus for a bit."

"Okay, then remember to rest early too." Mia nodded. Her nerves had been tense all night, and now that she relaxed, fatigue immediately surged into her heart.

Watching Mia leave, Sebastian grinned and walked towards Snape, who was leaning against the wall with a gloomy face.

"Sebastian," Snape frowned, pulled up the sleeve of his left arm, revealing the Dark Mark on it, "The color of this mark is constantly changing. I can feel that the Dark Lord's mood is not so pleasant."

Of course, he wasn't in a good mood. Voldemort had boasted two things in front of his subordinates tonight: one was to kill Harry himself to prove his strength.

As a result, in front of everyone, the two wands connected, instead proving the special connection between him and Harry to the Death Eaters, proving Harry's uniqueness.

Then, he assured everyone that he would keep Sebastian behind, but not only did he fail, but he also let the Death Eaters witness Sebastian's power.

Having encountered such unpleasant things just after being resurrected, it would be strange if Voldemort was in a good mood.

Sebastian smiled and briefly explained the reasons, then his expression became serious.

"Severus, your absence tonight has already made the Dark Lord very unhappy. He's in such a bad mood now. I sincerely suggest you don't go to see him."

He wanted to persuade Snape again, to get him to give up his undercover plan. After all, Sebastian couldn't tie Snape to his side, so all he could do was persuade him nicely.

"Don't see him today. See him in a couple of days when there's a holiday," Snape was very stubborn. "The Dark Lord won't do anything to me. He needs me to stay at Hogwarts as an inside man."

"Especially after you appeared, the Dark Lord needs me to keep an eye on your and Dumbledore's every move at Hogwarts."

"Severus," Sebastian also frowned, "Why are you so stubborn? You......"

Before he could finish speaking, Snape interrupted him: "Sebastian, this is my way of revenge. If you still consider me a friend, then don't try to persuade me anymore."

"Oh, right, Dumbledore is still waiting for you in the headmaster's office to ask you about the specific situation tonight. Go find him quickly."

After speaking, he flicked his black robe and strode towards the dungeon.

Looking at Snape's back, Sebastian helplessly rubbed his brow.

What a stubborn mule......

"Severus," he shouted at Snape, "Harry used Sectumsempra tonight. Think ahead about what to say."

Snape's footsteps paused slightly, then he continued to walk forward.

"Got it......"