Those old headmasters mocked him to his face, but Fudge chose to turn a deaf ear.
What could he do? Most of these old headmasters came from Pure-blood families and were highly respected in the Wizarding World.
Even now, their families still held influential positions in the Wizarding World.
And wasn't Fudge able to serve securely as Minister for Magic only because he had the support of these Pure-blood families? He didn't dare undermine his own base of support.
What was more, Harley was still going on, leaving Fudge no room to think about anything else:
"...And these respected wizards also followed Voldemort's orders and came to surround and kill me."
As she spoke, Harley shook her head slightly, as if deeply regretful.
"Fortunately, I was more than a match for them, so they didn't get their way. Instead, I managed to capture a few of the Death Eaters."
"That's the whole story, dear Minister Fudge."
"You see, you needed evidence, and Harley has now put it right in front of you with her own hands."
After Harley finished speaking, Professor Dumbledore still refused to give up. He tried once more to persuade Fudge.
"If you need it, I can even work something out with Harley and have her provide you with her memories of everything she encountered tonight."
Professor Dumbledore's manner was utterly sincere and patient, as if he were dealing with an ignorant student.
It wasn't that he didn't understand why Fudge was acting this way, but the justice in Professor Dumbledore's heart, along with his love for the Wizarding World, had still driven him to make this choice.
This time, Fudge didn't say anything more. With so much evidence right in front of him, it was hard to come up with an excuse.
But his attitude had