Fudge's expression grew more and more smug, and the wariness in his eyes gradually faded as Harley spoke.
"Oh, my dear child, you can't say that. Most of the credit still goes to you... Of course, I did make a contribution too, didn't I?
"Thanks to my brilliant planning... You're right, I should get in touch with the Daily Prophet and arrange for a couple of more prominent reporters.
"This could make the front page, and stay there for several days. It would reassure the wizards of the Wizarding World..."
Fudge's voice grew quieter and quieter, but his expression became more and more animated.
"Cornelius?" Dumbledore called softly, bringing Fudge back to reality.
"Oh, Albus!" Fudge came to his senses, his expression still unchanged. "What is it?"
"I think everything has been settled, haven't we?" Dumbledore didn't dwell on Fudge's slip. His blue eyes fixed intently on Fudge.
"The Heir of Slytherin is Gilderoy Lockhart. He altered many people's memories, sneaked into Hogwarts Castle, and released the Basilisk.
"Harley killed both the Basilisk and the Heir of Slytherin. We have conclusive evidence, and Hagrid is innocent. He should be released.
"As for everything else, I think we should go to the Ministry of Magic now."
"Of course, of course. We still have a mountain of things to do." Fudge suddenly remembered the pile of work waiting for him, as well as the dispute between two Pure-blood families, and felt another headache coming on.
Hagrid was especially difficult to deal with. That big oaf wouldn't be easy to handle, especially since Fudge had ignored Dumbledore and sent him straight to Azkaban.
Now he'd have to reassure him and restore his reputation...
Thank goodness for Harley. She had eased his political pressure considerably.
Thinking of that, Fudge admired Harley even more.
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