Rita Skeeter repeated Voldemort's words: "One was a professor who once taught me, while the other was a student I once taught..."
"Merlin's beard!" Her eyes gleamed as her body trembled slightly. "What have I just heard!"
She had never imagined that Wizet and Voldemort shared such a connection—that Voldemort had once taught Wizet.
Albus Dumbledore's most prized student, and the student whom "You-Know-Who" had devoted himself to teaching...
Just those two lines on the front page of the Daily Prophet would be enough to make countless sensation-seekers buy that issue, even if the actual content consisted merely of long excerpts from A History of Magic.
Yet her excitement did not last long before her gaze dimmed.
Ever since Wizet had learned her secret and entered into a partnership with her, using headlines like that had become an exceptionally difficult matter.
Rita Skeeter knew full well that Wizet was not like Dumbledore. Once certain lines were crossed, the consequences would surely be unbearable.
After learning of the connection between Wizet and Voldemort, Cornelius Fudge looked deeply unsettled.
He panted heavily, an inescapable thought rising in his mind: If Wizet intervened and Voldemort joined forces with Dumbledore, what was he supposed to do?
Dumbledore had merely made a slight move, yet Fudge's position as Minister had already become precarious. He had been forced to send his confidante, Dolores Umbridge, away in order to leave himself an escape route.
If Dumbledore and Voldemort joined hands, then it might not simply be his position that was lost—the entire magical world of England, perhaps even the magical world across the globe...
Cornelius Fudge swallowed. He did not even dare to think any further, afraid the thought would leave too deep an impression and rob him of peace even in his dreams.
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