This was Albus Dumbledore, the foremost wizard in the British Wizarding World.
Director Amelia had actually felt rather less than that. At most, she had sensed the gulf between herself and a top-tier wizard.
What defined a wizard was magic, not the various positions within the Ministry of Magic.
Being the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement offered not even the slightest sense of security in Dumbledore's presence.
Director Amelia's reaction was only human. Fudge's was another matter.
At the start of the previous school year at Hogwarts, Fudge and Dumbledore's relationship had not yet been as close as it was now, with their fortunes so tightly bound together.
Back then, Fudge had rather wanted to take advantage of Dumbledore's age and supposed weakness.
Or rather, Fudge had already begun testing Dumbledore little by little at that point.
Otherwise, how would Umbridge later have dared act so outrageously at Hogwarts without some inside information?
Just because of the Educational Decrees specially approved by the Ministry of Magic?
Please. Headmaster Dumbledore would have laughed at that.
Just look at how many Hogwarts graduates worked at the Ministry of Magic.
If Dumbledore really intended to do something, would they listen to their headmaster, Dumbledore, or their Minister for Magic, Fudge?
Even when Fudge moved against Dumbledore, he first had to falsely claim that Dumbledore was no longer president of the International Confederation of Wizards.
Otherwise, the Ministry's wizards really would have had no confidence in the matter.
Fudge had originally thought Dumbledore had grown old, lost his drive, and become less "hotheaded" than he had been in his youth.
But now, hearing this...
Well, then!
Learn the truth in the morning, and you could die content that evening.
*If I learned where Voldemort was hiding in the morning, I'd be