"Then where did Harley go?"
As Professor Dumbledore relentlessly pressed Fudge, who was struggling in vain, he raised the question that concerned everyone present the most.
"An hour ago, we stopped the tournament and searched the entire Maze. We found all the other Champions, but Harley alone had vanished."
"At the same time, the Six-Wizard Tournament trophy had disappeared. Before that, we had all witnessed through magic that Harley was just about to touch the trophy."
"Moreover, we conducted a joint investigation. There were magical traces in the Maze that could only have been left behind by more than five hundred Portkeys activating simultaneously."
"Clearly, this is abnormal. Did the Ministry of Magic prepare over five hundred Portkeys in advance? Would the Ministry provide over five hundred Portkeys all at once? I don't believe the Ministry would do anything so outrageous."
"So where exactly did Harley go? I still stand by my earlier opinion: Voldemort has returned, and he took Harley away with a Portkey while he had the chance."
"After all, he has a grudge against Harley, and he needs to prove his strength to the Death Eaters he's gathering again, so they'll regain their confidence in him."
"If you disagree, then please provide a reasonable explanation."
Fudge's expression grew even uglier, and his fear of the name Voldemort was temporarily pushed aside.
He scratched his head vigorously, unsure how to respond. After all, this really was a question Fudge couldn't evade.
Harley Potter had now vanished, and there were also the magical traces left behind by the enormous number of Portkeys.
Both things proved that something had gone wrong during the Six-Wizard Tournament, and that it was very likely something extremely serious.
Umbridge, standing nearby, saw the trouble in Fudge's eyes. Her eyes flicked around, and she immediately