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The Minister for Magic had come with his secretary and Aurors, so this was clearly not a social visit.

Given the legendary Aurors' behavior, there were only a few possibilities left.

Either Vincent had done something wrong, or they were here to seek Dumbledore's help.

Fudge stepped forward with heavy strides. "Albus, I have some very unfortunate news to tell you."

Vincent keenly noticed that both Kingsley and Moody looked somewhat uncomfortable.

He took Umbridge's stretched fake smile as perfectly normal behavior.

Dumbledore looked quite surprised. "What is it?"

"You are under arrest, Albus Dumbledore."

At a glance from Fudge, Kingsley and Moody both stepped forward.

"Sorry, old friend." Moody accepted the Elder Wand handed over to him. "I never thought my final assignment would be escorting you back to the Ministry."

Vincent's thoughts were a mess.

There were not many wizards in the entire Wizarding World capable of this, and the president of the Black Swan Club happened to be one of them.

"Cornelius, may I ask what I am being charged with?"

Fudge let out a faint sigh. "I didn't want to do this either, but the Department has received far too many protests over the past two months.

Albus, they all believe you should be held responsible for what happened to Quirinus."

It was neither a minor matter nor a particularly serious one.

Dumbledore was undeniably the strongest wizard alive, but if the Sorcerer's Stone had been kept at the Ministry of Magic back then, the outcome would likely have been completely different.

Being paid to do a job yet still acting so sanctimonious made Vincent's disgust toward the Ministry of Magic more than double.

"This was indeed my fault." Dumbledore shook his head helplessly. "They are right. I should be held responsible for Quirinus."

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