Little Trouble

Isabelle glanced over the letter Albert had written to Rita Skeeter and frowned. "You seem to really hate the Ministry of Magic?"

"No, I just hate politics. And while I'm at it, I'm giving Fudge a little trouble." Albert's tone was casual, as though they were discussing what to have for a late-night snack.

"Little trouble?"

Isabelle felt that if this spread, not only the Ministry of Magic but even Fudge himself would be in serious trouble.

"Of course it's little trouble." Albert spoke disdainfully. "You underestimate how thick-skinned the Minister for Magic is. Besides, Potter isn't dead. At most, Fudge will face a bit of criticism."

"The Boy Who Lived is only the Boy Who Lived—when all's said and done, it's just a title and a symbol."

"If it weren't for Black, and Fudge needing Harry Potter alive to prove himself, Potter might have been expelled from school long ago for violating the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery. Don't forget, he inflated his aunt. That counts as his second offense."

"When the two sides end up opposed to each other someday, Fudge will wish he could have a Dementor suck out Potter's soul. He'll use every bit of authority he has to smear him and turn the Boy Who Lived into a madman."

"You see things very clearly." It was not difficult for Isabelle to hear the disgust in Albert's words. Clearly, he had little fondness for the current Minister for Magic.

"Because I've seen that day coming, and it isn't far off." Albert paused, then added, "That bastard Fudge has also held up my Wizengamot British Youth Representative title."

Albert handed Isabelle the letter from Bade Blod. It clearly described the course of events and the trouble they were currently facing.

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