At that moment, at Grimmauld Place No. 12, Sirius had barely stepped out of the broadcasting room before everyone immediately surrounded him.
"That broadcast was absolutely brilliant."
Fred and George did not hold back their praise. "If Fudge and that toad heard tonight's broadcast, they'd definitely be spitting blood with rage."
"Whether they'll be angry enough to spit blood, I don't know. But I do know Fudge will definitely do everything he can to throw you into Azkaban Prison," Kingsley warned. "Sirius, don't go wandering about lately. Because of Defence Reporter's connection with the Wizard Lookout Station, Fudge has wanted to put a bounty on you more than once."
"Isn't that even better? It only proves Fudge is an idiot who keeps making stupid moves."
Harry hated Cornelius Fudge now. Especially after learning what consequences all the foolish things Fudge had done would bring about, his impression of the once fairly amiable Minister of Magic had plummeted. Now, all he could see was the hypocritical face of a politician.
"Until Fudge is driven from office, there's no point saying any of this." Kingsley sighed inwardly.
Even now, he was still reluctant to believe Albert's prophecy, because the future situation was simply too terrible.
"Sirius, who do you think will become the New Minister?" Hermione cared more about that question. Or rather, what she was really asking was, "Who will become the next Minister of Magic in Albert's prophecy?"
Hermione felt this was important. If, after Fudge stepped down, another unreliable Minister of Magic appeared and continued opposing Dumbledore, they would truly be finished.
As for the possibility that Albert's prophecy might be wrong, Hermione had never considered it. Albert's predictions were accurate even without using a crystal ball, let alone a result he had already foreseen.
"Scrimgeour."
Sirius walked into