The two sides stood on the Quidditch Pitch, glaring at one another.
The Ministry of Magic and the pure-blood families glared furiously at Hogwarts and its allies. Dumbledore's actions had shaken the very foundation of their interests. This was hatred that would not end until one side was destroyed!
Meanwhile, Hogwarts and its allies remained on high alert, staring intently at the Ministry of Magic and the pure-blood families in case they suddenly launched a sneak attack.
Of everyone present, only three people maintained their proper composure: Dumbledore, Harry, and Minister Fudge of the Ministry of Magic.
However, unlike Dumbledore and Harry, whose vast experience meant such a small scene could not frighten them, Fudge was merely maintaining a calm exterior.
His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and the shirt beneath his robes was already soaked through.
This matter now affected the entire Wizarding World of Britain. Even some forces from the American Wizarding World had become involved.
Countless factions had placed him over a blazing furnace, forcing him to act as the sharp blade facing Dumbledore.
If he made even one misstep in this process, he would die without a burial place. He had to remain as calm as possible so he could make the right decisions!
Feeling the many urging gazes behind him, Fudge gritted his teeth slightly and stepped forward, shouting at Dumbledore:
"Dumbledore, Harry Potter, we need to talk. Your remarks are a blatant trampling of the pure-blood families' dignity and a malicious destruction of the Wizarding World's traditional order.
"Therefore, you must immediately retract your previous remarks and publicly apologize in order to restore order to the Wizarding World!"
Dumbledore still wore a smile. Unlike Fudge, he was entirely confident in his own strength.
Hearing Fudge's rebuke, he took a step forward, startling many