Britain's Old Gentlemen Still Had Some Shame

The Ministry of Magic's response could be summed up in one phrase: stalling for time.

The entire statement was full of "unconfirmed information" and "under investigation," making it obvious that they did not believe a single frame of the live broadcast.

They also claimed they were actively communicating with Dumbledore. They would probably drag that out for another ten days or half a month.

Vincent calmly finished reading the newspaper in the dormitory. The Ministry of Magic, led by Fudge, was probably prepared to make a desperate gamble.

Voldemort's return was already a massive bombshell. Now that it had exploded, trying every possible means to cover it up was simply wishful thinking.

But from Fudge's perspective, this was indeed the only way to keep his position as Minister for Magic.

Vincent put away the newspaper, changed his clothes, and headed to the washroom with his three roommates.

The exams were over, and summer break would begin in a few days.

"Old Vin, you're going to the Ministry of Magic with Harry and the others to give a statement later, right?"

"Yes."

All three roommates fell silent. Even Neville clearly understood what the Ministry of Magic's response meant.

Footage of Dumbledore's battle with Voldemort had spread across the Wizarding World overnight. To stall for time and completely conceal the truth, the Ministry of Magic would definitely try every possible method to make Vincent change his statement.

"Old Vin," James hesitated several times before speaking, "we understand your situation. If you can't withstand the pressure—"

Vincent gently shook his head, signaling that the three of them need not worry. "I haven't broken any laws, and I haven't committed any crimes. What leverage could they possibly use to threaten me?"

"But..."

"No buts." He raised a hand and pointed at his reflection in