A Little Trouble

Isobel glanced over the letter Albert had written to Rita Skeeter and frowned. "You seem to really hate the Ministry of Magic?"

"No, I just hate politics. I'm also taking the opportunity to give Fudge a little trouble." Albert's tone was casual, as though they were discussing what to have for a midnight snack.

"A little trouble?"

Isobel felt that if this matter spread, not only the Ministry of Magic, but even Fudge himself would be in serious trouble.

"Of course it's just a little trouble." Albert spoke disdainfully. "You underestimate how thick-skinned the Minister of Magic is. Besides, Potter isn't dead. At most, he'll face some criticism."

"The Savior is only the Savior. To put it bluntly, it's just a title and a symbol."

"If it weren't for Black, and Fudge needing Harry Potter alive to prove himself, Potter might have been expelled from school long ago for violating the 'Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery Act.' Don't forget, he inflated his aunt. That counted as his second offense."

"The day they end up on opposing sides, Fudge will be desperate to have a Dementor suck out Potter's soul. He'll also use every ounce of his authority to smear him, turning the Savior into a madman."

"You see things very clearly." It was not difficult for Isobel to hear the disgust in Albert's words. He clearly had little fondness for the current Minister of Magic.

"Because I've seen that day coming, and it isn't far off." Albert paused, then added, "That bastard Fudge has also held up my Wizengamot British Youth Representative title."

Albert handed Isobel the letter from Bard Broad. It clearly described the course of events and the trouble they were currently facing.

Having won two international Championship Trophies for Britain, Albert had actually long since qualified to