At that moment, at 12 Grimmauld Place, Sirius had barely stepped out of the broadcast room before everyone surrounded him.
"That broadcast was absolutely brilliant."
Fred and George did not stint on their praise. "If Fudge and that toad hear tonight's broadcast, they'll be furious enough to cough up blood."
"I don't know whether they'll cough up blood from anger, but I do know Fudge will definitely try every possible way to throw you into Azkaban." Kingsley reminded him, "Sirius, don't go wandering around lately. Because of the connection between the Defense Express and the Wizard Watchtower, Fudge has wanted to put a bounty on you more than once."
"Isn't that even better? It just proves Fudge is an idiot who keeps making stupid moves."
Harry hated Cornelius Fudge now. Especially after learning what consequences all of Fudge's foolish decisions would bring, his impression of the formerly rather pleasant Minister for Magic had plummeted. Now, all he could see was a politician's hypocritical face.
"There's no point saying that until Fudge is driven from office." Kingsley sighed inwardly.
Even now, he was still reluctant to believe Albert's prophecy, because the future situation was simply too dreadful.
"Sirius, who do you think will become the new Minister?" Hermione was more concerned about that question. Or rather, what she was actually asking was, "Who will become the next Minister for Magic in Albert's prophecy?"
Hermione felt this was very important. If Fudge stepped down only for another unreliable Minister for Magic to appear and continue opposing Dumbledore, they would truly be finished.
As for Albert's prophecy being wrong, Hermione had never considered that possibility. Albert's predictions were remarkably accurate even without using a Crystal Ball, let alone when he had already foreseen the outcome.
"Scrimgeour."
Sirius walked into the hall, intending to