Cornelius Fudge stood frozen in place with his mouth open, unable to keep spinning his lies.
Since things had already come to this, he simply threw caution to the wind and said everything he wanted to say in that moment.
"Enough! Lovegood!" he deliberately raised his voice and shrieked, his voice cracking so badly that it sounded ridiculous.
"Who do you think you are? The department I was in charge of was called the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes! Every day, idiots blow themselves sky-high. Am I supposed to be responsible for every single idiot?"
"So what if I don't remember the name? It was just something I said casually so many years ago. Why would you remember it so clearly? Is there something wrong with your brain?"
"I was running for Minister of Magic back then! So what if I forgot a few things? So what if I forgot one insignificant name?"
"Why are you the only one with so many grievances? Why are you the only one carrying such bitter hatred? Other people suffered accidents back then too, so why didn't any of them come looking for me?"
Hearing Cornelius Fudge say this, Xenophilius Lovegood was not enraged again. He asked with utter calm, "Is that so? Did they really never come looking for you?"
"Or was it that... after you were promoted to Minister of Magic, you used all kinds of methods to send these people... all of them to Azkaban, and after a few days of torment, made it so they could no longer speak?"
"Where do you think that rumor about the Goblin came from? Do you think things like the 'Rotfang Conspiracy' and 'using the Department of Mysteries to develop poison' were all just fantasies I made up?"
"Do you remember what I