Stop Playing Dead!

"What?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"The... The Dark Lord is still alive?"

"Good heavens! Is he going to start another war?"

Fudge's words were like casting a 'Confringo' curse in the center of the hall, and the scene immediately erupted into chaos.

The hundreds of wizard representatives present could no longer be described as murmuring; it was a one-sided argument, a roar, and many couldn't help but scream.

Most of them expressed doubt about Fudge's words. Frankly, they didn't believe it at all. The Dark Lord's death was already a foregone conclusion, and they didn't believe it, nor did they want to.

A portion of them, however, showed expressions of shock, even pleasant surprise. Although ten years had passed since Voldemort's disappearance, there were still many people or families loyal to the Dark Lord.

They were unwilling to believe Voldemort was dead, so upon hearing this definitive news, they were naturally overjoyed. Clearly, they saw this as a golden opportunity for the Dark Lord and the pure-blood families to rise again!

At the same time, many people believed Fudge's words, but their reactions were mostly worry and fear. No one wanted to return to that dark era when everyone lived in fear.

The representatives of this group were those wizarding families who had previously fled abroad and had now returned. Merchants from all walks of life were also very worried, as unrest would only make business more difficult.

All of this was clearly observed by Anduin in the center of the hall. He was currently using the enchanted recording function on his monocle to capture everyone's reactions and expressions.

It wasn't just Anduin; Dumbledore, standing beside Fudge, was also observing them during this opportunity.

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