Rita Skeeter repeated Voldemort's words. "One was the professor who once taught me, and the other was the student I once taught..."
"Merlin's beard!" Her eyes shone, and her body trembled slightly. "What did I just hear!"
She truly had not expected there to be such a connection between Vizet and Voldemort—that Voldemort had actually once taught Vizet.
The student Albus Dumbledore valued most, the student taught with all his might by "the one whose name cannot be spoken"...
Just putting those two lines on the front page of The Daily Prophet would make countless busybodies buy that issue, even if the actual content was nothing but large excerpts from History of Magic.
But she was not excited for long before her eyes dimmed.
Ever since Vizet had learned her secret and reached a cooperation with her, it had become an extremely difficult thing to come up with a headline like that again.
Rita Skeeter knew very well that Vizet was not like Dumbledore. Once certain red lines were crossed, the consequences would inevitably be unimaginable.
After learning of this connection between Vizet and Voldemort, Cornelius Fudge's expression flickered with alarm and uncertainty.
He gasped heavily, and a thought surfaced in his mind as if it refused to go away: if Vizet intervened and Voldemort and Dumbledore joined forces, what was he supposed to do?
Dumbledore had only made a slight move, and already Fudge's position as Minister was hanging by a thread, forcing him to send his confidante Dolores Umbridge down as a way of finding himself a fallback.
If Dumbledore and Voldemort joined hands, then perhaps it would not just be his position that was in danger, but the entire Magical World of England, even the Magical World across the globe...
Cornelius Fudge swallowed. He did not