"Xenophilius Lovegood!"
After Xenophilius Lovegood parted ways with those people and turned into the magical creature shop, Cornelius Fudge could not help but let out a roar.
But the moment he shouted, he regretted it somewhat.
Xenophilius Lovegood was the editor-in-chief of The Quibbler. After what he had just done, The Quibbler would probably make a huge story out of it again.
Given the current situation, he had no power to stop Xenophilius Lovegood from spreading rumors. He could only be forced to accept the slander.
Diagon Alley was rather deserted at night. Hearing someone call his name, Xenophilius Lovegood turned and saw Cornelius Fudge, his gaze somewhat unfocused.
As he walked up to Cornelius Fudge, he caught a whiff of alcohol. Frowning, he said, "Well, well! If it isn't the great Minister Cornelius Fudge?"
Xenophilius Lovegood's mocking tone pierced Cornelius Fudge's ears like thorns, while that teasing expression continued to provoke him.
He stared fixedly at Xenophilius Lovegood, his breathing growing rapid. Raising a hand to point at a nearby alley, he clenched his teeth and forced out through them, "Come over here!"
With that, he took the lead and headed into the alley.
His figure was swallowed by the darkness within the alley, but his thoughts began to stir again.
According to his original plan, if Xenophilius Lovegood did not follow him, he would simply let the matter go.
Yet things went against his expectations. Xenophilius Lovegood actually followed him.
"What?" he continued in that mocking tone. "Does Minister Fudge have something to discuss with me? Could it be..."
"Are you hoping to poison me in an alley? I never thought that Minister Fudge would sink to such a level now... How... amusing!"
At those words, Cornelius Fudge's face instantly turned livid. His chest felt tight, and his