Chapter 346 Minister Fudge!You have to save me!
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Rui Chen 3499
Almost all the staff of the Ministry of Magic were wiped out, except Dawlish, the Auror, who was guarding Fudge.
Fudge is so regretful now that his intestines are green. If he had known, he would have brought more Aurors here, otherwise he wouldn't have failed to catch a mouse and a black dog.
He looked at Dumbledore angrily again, seeing Dumbledore's inaction, and the unharmed guests and students, his heart was itching with hatred.
The reporter was still taking pictures with the magic camera. I am afraid that tomorrow, except for the "Daily Prophet", the covers of other newspapers will be all about the ugly photos of the Ministry of Magic.
Dawlish suddenly said in a deep voice: "Minister Fudge! Get behind me! They are coming!"
His wand kept waving, casting several protective spells like a conductor.
An iron wall was also built in an instant, resisting in front of the two.
Boom!
The impact was like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, and cold sweat dripped from Dawlish's forehead.
In his impression, it is impossible for a magical animal like a mouse to be so terrifyingly destructive.
Before he could think about it, a rat-shaped bump appeared on the iron wall in front of him.
He didn't even have time to blink, the gray mouse had already broken through the iron wall and rushed straight towards him.
Thanks to his years of Auror work experience, Dawlish instinctively jumped sideways, avoiding the impact of the gray mouse.
However, Fudge behind him obviously did not have such good luck and physical fitness.
The iron wall shattered into countless small pieces, which began to fall like snowflakes.
"Dawlish! You..." Before Fudge could finish speaking, he flew upside down, bathed in iron filings and flew towards the distant wall.
Sirius followed, barking joyously, and lunged straight in Fudge's direction.
Dumbledore heard a cracking sound like chaff, and a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.
He coughed lightly, hid his smile, and approached the direction where Fudge fell to the ground.
"Disappear (Evanesco)!" He waved his wand lightly, eliminating all the iron filings and smoke in the sky very easily.
Sirius locked Peter's neck with both hands, and Fudge was pressed under them as a human cushion, moaning continuously.
"Sirius! I didn't expect you to be here!" Dumbledore pretended to be surprised, "You are actually an Animagus!"
Sirius almost laughed out loud, and quickly grinned fiercely, "Principal Dumbledore! I am innocent! Look! This is the murderer! Peter Pettigrew!"
"Let me go!" Kong Nuo screamed sharply, constantly rolling left and right, trying to get rid of Sirius' shackles.
Fudge howled in pain at the bottom: "Don't move! Don't move! I'm broken! It's all broken!"
Dumbledore waved his wand in the direction of the entrance of the auditorium, and the two armors ran into the auditorium quickly, pulling Sirius and Pettigrew Peter away.
At this time, the leader of Sir Merlin exclaimed: "It's really Peter Pettigrew! He's not dead!"
"What? Let me be healthy!" Fudge, who fell on the ground on his back, wanted to stretch out his hands to support the ground, but with all the bones in his body broken, he couldn't get up with his own strength.
"Mobilicorpus!"
Dumbledore flicked his wand, and Fudge slowly floated into the air like a hanging garment.
"It's really him! Impossible! He obviously only has one finger left!" Fudge saw Peter Pettigrew who was still struggling, and the expression on his face changed from surprise to horror.
The head of the regiment shouted in a deep voice: "Minister Cornelius Fudge! Because of your rhetoric, he only has one finger left!"
"It was you who proposed to us back then that Peter Pettigrew could be awarded the First Class Medal of the Order of Merlin."
"Let the wizards have a commemorative hero, which can better restore the order of the wizarding world."
"We considered that the wizarding world really needed a hero at that time, so we agreed with your suggestion!"
Fudge quickly apologized and said with a smile: "But this proposal is indeed very effective, isn't it..."
The captain's complexion became even worse, and he looked at Fudge as if he wanted to swallow him alive.
After the Lockhart incident, the credibility of the Order of Merlin has been somewhat lost.
Once the news that Peter Pettigrew is still alive, God knows how much credibility the Merlins will lose.
"Captain Shafik, can you settle the matter with Minister Fudge later?" Dumbledore pointed to Peter and Sirius, "I think it is more important to clear up their matter!"
Fudge's face paled instantly, and he hesitated and said: "Can you treat me first? I am a wounded person now! When I recover, I will interrogate them myself!"
"Principal Dumbledore, I brought Madam Pomfrey here!" Professor McGonagall's voice came from the door of the auditorium.
Madam Pomfrey walked towards Fudge quickly, and waved her wand lightly over Fudge, "I'm still saved! It's just that some bones have been shaken into powder, so I need to drink some Bone Spirit!"
As expected of Madam Pomfrey, the old school doctor at Hogwarts, the treatment process was extremely fast.
She flicked her wand to cast a healing spell, and as Fudge moaned in comfort, she shoved a vial of Skeleton directly into Fudge's mouth.
Before Fudge could react, she tapped her wand lightly, and Fudge's mouth was immediately sewn shut, and he could only swallow the Bone Spirit painfully.
"Okay! I'll go back now." Madam Pomfrey quickly walked out of the auditorium after bowing to the people around her.
The agony of swallowing the skeletal spirit brought Fudge to tears, and as he wiped away the tears, the reporters started snapping pictures again.
"Minister Fudge, I think we can go on now!" said Dumbledore flatly.
He wasn't asking for Fudge's opinion, just a polite notification.
Before Fudge could speak, he had already started the process of interrogating Peter.
The captain frowned and listened to the whole story, and asked Dumbledore, "Albus, I need to use the fireplace in the principal's office to connect to the Floo network."
"Peter Pettigrew's finger is still stored in the headquarters. If the person in front of him is really Peter Pettigrew, then the finger will definitely respond."
Dumbledore looked at Pettigrew Peter with some hesitation, and said irrelevantly, "It sounds like a good method!"
Peter Pettigrew struggled even harder, and yelled at Fudge, "Minister Fudge! You made me hide back then! You must find a way to save me! I don't want to go into Azkaban!"
Fudge opened his mouth, looking confused, and asked stutteringly, "What happened? I don't know! What are you talking about? I don't know!"
Dumbledore quickly helped his eyes that were about to slip off the bridge of his nose, coughed lightly and said, "Of course it's no problem! I'll get ready right away!"
Fudge is so regretful now that his intestines are green. If he had known, he would have brought more Aurors here, otherwise he wouldn't have failed to catch a mouse and a black dog.
He looked at Dumbledore angrily again, seeing Dumbledore's inaction, and the unharmed guests and students, his heart was itching with hatred.
The reporter was still taking pictures with the magic camera. I am afraid that tomorrow, except for the "Daily Prophet", the covers of other newspapers will be all about the ugly photos of the Ministry of Magic.
Dawlish suddenly said in a deep voice: "Minister Fudge! Get behind me! They are coming!"
His wand kept waving, casting several protective spells like a conductor.
An iron wall was also built in an instant, resisting in front of the two.
Boom!
The impact was like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, and cold sweat dripped from Dawlish's forehead.
In his impression, it is impossible for a magical animal like a mouse to be so terrifyingly destructive.
Before he could think about it, a rat-shaped bump appeared on the iron wall in front of him.
He didn't even have time to blink, the gray mouse had already broken through the iron wall and rushed straight towards him.
Thanks to his years of Auror work experience, Dawlish instinctively jumped sideways, avoiding the impact of the gray mouse.
However, Fudge behind him obviously did not have such good luck and physical fitness.
The iron wall shattered into countless small pieces, which began to fall like snowflakes.
"Dawlish! You..." Before Fudge could finish speaking, he flew upside down, bathed in iron filings and flew towards the distant wall.
Sirius followed, barking joyously, and lunged straight in Fudge's direction.
Dumbledore heard a cracking sound like chaff, and a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.
He coughed lightly, hid his smile, and approached the direction where Fudge fell to the ground.
"Disappear (Evanesco)!" He waved his wand lightly, eliminating all the iron filings and smoke in the sky very easily.
Sirius locked Peter's neck with both hands, and Fudge was pressed under them as a human cushion, moaning continuously.
"Sirius! I didn't expect you to be here!" Dumbledore pretended to be surprised, "You are actually an Animagus!"
Sirius almost laughed out loud, and quickly grinned fiercely, "Principal Dumbledore! I am innocent! Look! This is the murderer! Peter Pettigrew!"
"Let me go!" Kong Nuo screamed sharply, constantly rolling left and right, trying to get rid of Sirius' shackles.
Fudge howled in pain at the bottom: "Don't move! Don't move! I'm broken! It's all broken!"
Dumbledore waved his wand in the direction of the entrance of the auditorium, and the two armors ran into the auditorium quickly, pulling Sirius and Pettigrew Peter away.
At this time, the leader of Sir Merlin exclaimed: "It's really Peter Pettigrew! He's not dead!"
"What? Let me be healthy!" Fudge, who fell on the ground on his back, wanted to stretch out his hands to support the ground, but with all the bones in his body broken, he couldn't get up with his own strength.
"Mobilicorpus!"
Dumbledore flicked his wand, and Fudge slowly floated into the air like a hanging garment.
"It's really him! Impossible! He obviously only has one finger left!" Fudge saw Peter Pettigrew who was still struggling, and the expression on his face changed from surprise to horror.
The head of the regiment shouted in a deep voice: "Minister Cornelius Fudge! Because of your rhetoric, he only has one finger left!"
"It was you who proposed to us back then that Peter Pettigrew could be awarded the First Class Medal of the Order of Merlin."
"Let the wizards have a commemorative hero, which can better restore the order of the wizarding world."
"We considered that the wizarding world really needed a hero at that time, so we agreed with your suggestion!"
Fudge quickly apologized and said with a smile: "But this proposal is indeed very effective, isn't it..."
The captain's complexion became even worse, and he looked at Fudge as if he wanted to swallow him alive.
After the Lockhart incident, the credibility of the Order of Merlin has been somewhat lost.
Once the news that Peter Pettigrew is still alive, God knows how much credibility the Merlins will lose.
"Captain Shafik, can you settle the matter with Minister Fudge later?" Dumbledore pointed to Peter and Sirius, "I think it is more important to clear up their matter!"
Fudge's face paled instantly, and he hesitated and said: "Can you treat me first? I am a wounded person now! When I recover, I will interrogate them myself!"
"Principal Dumbledore, I brought Madam Pomfrey here!" Professor McGonagall's voice came from the door of the auditorium.
Madam Pomfrey walked towards Fudge quickly, and waved her wand lightly over Fudge, "I'm still saved! It's just that some bones have been shaken into powder, so I need to drink some Bone Spirit!"
As expected of Madam Pomfrey, the old school doctor at Hogwarts, the treatment process was extremely fast.
She flicked her wand to cast a healing spell, and as Fudge moaned in comfort, she shoved a vial of Skeleton directly into Fudge's mouth.
Before Fudge could react, she tapped her wand lightly, and Fudge's mouth was immediately sewn shut, and he could only swallow the Bone Spirit painfully.
"Okay! I'll go back now." Madam Pomfrey quickly walked out of the auditorium after bowing to the people around her.
The agony of swallowing the skeletal spirit brought Fudge to tears, and as he wiped away the tears, the reporters started snapping pictures again.
"Minister Fudge, I think we can go on now!" said Dumbledore flatly.
He wasn't asking for Fudge's opinion, just a polite notification.
Before Fudge could speak, he had already started the process of interrogating Peter.
The captain frowned and listened to the whole story, and asked Dumbledore, "Albus, I need to use the fireplace in the principal's office to connect to the Floo network."
"Peter Pettigrew's finger is still stored in the headquarters. If the person in front of him is really Peter Pettigrew, then the finger will definitely respond."
Dumbledore looked at Pettigrew Peter with some hesitation, and said irrelevantly, "It sounds like a good method!"
Peter Pettigrew struggled even harder, and yelled at Fudge, "Minister Fudge! You made me hide back then! You must find a way to save me! I don't want to go into Azkaban!"
Fudge opened his mouth, looking confused, and asked stutteringly, "What happened? I don't know! What are you talking about? I don't know!"
Dumbledore quickly helped his eyes that were about to slip off the bridge of his nose, coughed lightly and said, "Of course it's no problem! I'll get ready right away!"
