Public Trial

"Mr. Wilson!" Umbridge, who had just been reprimanded, suddenly changed her expression. "You must know that this is impossible. That Dark Lord died at the hands of the Boy Who Lived ten years ago."

"Oh? If that's the case, why don't you boldly say his name?" Anduin glanced at Umbridge dismissively. "Don't you have any idea what your behavior implies?"

"This has nothing to do with whether Voldemort... The Dark Lord is still alive." Umbridge's face darkened, and she stubbornly insisted, "In any case, that person cannot possibly be alive. Please, Mr. Wilson, don't spread alarmist talk here!"

"Yes, Anduin." Fudge, standing beside her, also said cautiously, "There must be some misunderstanding. Could it be a mistake, or perhaps someone is playing a prank?"

Although Fudge's tone was gentler than Umbridge's, he also showed an unwillingness to accept the fact.

Fudge, in particular, was enjoying the current prosperous state of the wizarding world and did not want to cause any disturbance, especially when it was just Anduin's word.

Although he was willing to believe Anduin in his heart, as Anduin's status meant he had no reason to deceive him, his nature made him prefer to be an ostrich, burying problems rather than facing them head-on.

Anduin felt quite disdainful of Fudge's attitude. This guy was truly incompetent. However, keeping him around now was clearly more beneficial for his own development.

"Don't rush to deny it. I haven't finished explaining what happened after I encountered Voldemort." Anduin curled his lips and smiled lightly. "You're probably worried about how Voldemort's potential return would affect your positions and lives. Please don't worry about that."

"No matter how eloquently you speak, we will not believe you! The Dark Lord is dead, that's a fact!" Umbridge was becoming somewhat hysterical at this point, completely ignoring