Interrupting the live stream was indeed the wisest course of action, but neither Fudge nor Umbridge seemed inclined to heed the advice.
Even Dumbledore wouldn't dare to interfere with the Ministry of Magic, so what right does Vincent, a mere wizard, have?
Fudge's smile faded considerably. "Mr. Wayne, what exactly do you mean by saying that Champion Potter and Champion Malfoy's lives are in imminent danger?"
Vincent gave Dumbledore a meaningful look, but after receiving a slight shake of the head in response, he remained silent.
Revealing the truth about how the two were taken away by the Triwizard Cup disguised Portkey would expose his ability to monitor the maze, and knowing their current location would reveal the existence of a backdoor to the Magical Communicator known only to him.
Dumbledore's refusal to agree to a forced departure suggests he still harbors unrealistic illusions about the Ministry of Magic. In that case, let's shatter that last shred of hope.
Vincent ignored Umbridge's murderous gaze and stared directly into Fudge's eyes with a deep and determined look.
"Mr. Minister, I have some very unfortunate news to tell you: Voldemort is back, and he's the one who took Harry and Malfoy away."
The expressions of the people present changed drastically, especially those of Karkaroff, whose legs went weak and he almost fell over.
There are almost no wizards in the Wizarding World who dare to call Voldemort by his name, so the fact that Vincent dared to do so suggests that it is highly likely to be true.
"You..." Umbridge was filled with fear and anger. "You! What evidence do you have?"
Vincent shook his head helplessly. The Death Eaters' previous actions were the best evidence. Continuing to deceive themselves would only cause greater harm to the Wizarding World.
"Evidence, is that it?" He raised the Magical Communicator on his wrist and pulled up the clip of Peter Pettigrew carrying Voldemort toward Harry. "This footage is from five minutes ago. Judge for yourselves."
Harry's Holly Wand was easy to spot. Although it was quite far away, as the short figure got closer, the face under the black hood could still be vaguely seen.
As for the baby being held, it was not very clear; the only indication was that it was not a normal human, based on the skin color of its exposed arms.
Vincent pressed pause and zoomed in on the baby's eerily pale arm.
The room was filled with knowledgeable wizards, who could naturally tell that the unusual skin color was the result of magical alteration.
Karkaroff collapsed to the ground with a thud. "It's him... it's him... he's back..."
An infant's fragile body simply cannot withstand magical transformation; who else could this infant be but Voldemort?
Fudge glanced at Karkaroff, whose face was filled with terror, and gritted his teeth. "Mr. Wayne, this only proves that Peter Pettigrew successfully performed magical modifications on an infant, it doesn't prove—"
"Heh—" Vincent sneered, "This is just footage from five minutes ago. Should I show you the current footage?"
Fudge felt a strange pang of heart palpitation.
If he actually saw Voldemort with his own eyes, he could no longer deceive himself.
His eyes darted away, and his tone was no longer as forceful as before. "Mr. Wayne, the You-Know-Who is dead. This is likely just a replacement created by the remnants of the Death Eaters."
Completely disappointed, Vincent didn't waste any words and directly presented Harry's current situation to him.
Beneath the gloomy, dark night sky lay rows of broken tombstones, and Harry appeared to be being dragged along by someone.
The screen shook violently as he was thrown in front of a relatively intact marble tombstone.
Through a flashing light, a name can be clearly seen engraved on the tombstone.
Tom Riddle.
Of the few people present, only Madame Maxime didn't know what the name meant. Karkaroff stared intently as Peter Pettigrew tightly bound Harry to the tombstone.
"Ah!" he suddenly screamed and scrambled away.
"Headmaster Karkaroff!" Madame Maxime's shout made him run out of the Quidditch Pitch as if he were fleeing.
Barty Crouch's face was ashen. "I'll go and bring him back!"
After saying that, he strode after her.
The former Death Eaters were so frightened they ran away, and Fudge could no longer deceive himself.
Vincent and Dumbledore exchanged a glance; it was still not too late to stop Voldemort's resurrection.
"I'm sorry, Cornelius," Dumbledore said, patting Fudge's shoulder lightly. "I think it's time for me to leave."
Fawkes let out a cry and disappeared into a sea of red flames.
Almost simultaneously, red flames appeared on the projection screen, startling Peter Pettigrew so much that he jumped up and kept backing away.
Dumbledore, dressed in white robes, appeared before Harry, turning his head and smiling at the camera lens of the Magical Communicator.
This action proves that everything is real and not a pre-made fake video.
Fudge lowered his head, his face deathly pale.
Voldemort's return is an undeniable fact, and if the wizards in the British Wizarding World knew this news, they would know that the Ministry of Magic under his leadership had been concealing the truth all along.
He would be overthrown by the angry wizards, falling from the pinnacle of power to the lowest point, without even a chance to stand up again.
Such a tragic end was not what he desired. For the sake of peace and stability in the British Wizarding World, he could not let anyone know of Voldemort's return.
As for the solution...
Fudge looked up at Vincent was focused on the projection screen.
Got it!
"Vincent ..." He wore an extremely fake smile, but his words were full of confidence. "The impact of the return of the You-Know-Who is too great. Before we finish dealing with this matter, I hope you can cooperate with our work."
Your position determines your perspective; your status determines your thoughts.
They're still trying to hide it; they're hopeless.
If the British Ministry of Magic doesn't undergo a complete overhaul and continues to languish, the entire British Wizarding World will be destroyed.
Vincent pretended not to understand the implication in his eyes, "Mr. Minister, of course I will cooperate with your work, but the people of the Wizarding World have the right to know that a terrible crisis has arrived. As the representative of Britain youth in Wizengamot and a recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, I have an obligation to tell everyone the truth."
Fudge's smile froze. "Vincent, of course you have this obligation. What I mean is, to avoid public panic, we should not announce the news to everyone for the time being."
Vincent shook his head slightly. "Mr. Minister, are you really trying to avoid public panic, or is it for your position as Minister for British Ministry of Magic?"
Such a blunt revelation caused Fudge's smile to vanish instantly.
Madame Maxime is still around; this is a clear case of tearing off the mask of civility.
Since things had come to this point, Fudge decided to stop pretending. "Mr. Wayne, I don't know how you managed to get real-time footage from Harry the Champion, but I think it must be related to the Magical Communicator he was wearing."
Can I understand that you somehow managed to access and locate his device, Mr. Wayne?
Faced with Fudge's threat, Vincent did not back down in the slightest. "Interpret it however you like, Mr. Minister."
He slid the projection screen in front of him to bring up the control interface that was still being broadcast live globally. "Voldemort's return is a truth that should not be buried."
At this moment, all devices in the world with Magical Projection capabilities were activated.
The content shown on the screen was none other than a live feed recorded via Harry's Magical Communicator.