Fudge's Plot

He had not expected the trial to end so hastily.

Skylar shook his head inwardly. Though he had been mentally prepared, Fudge's performance had been far too pathetic. If not for that, Harry would never have gotten off so easily.

Skylar put the matter out of his mind and climbed the stone steps. He had just reached the ninth-floor corridor when he spotted Cornelius Fudge standing a few steps away, speaking quietly with an old man.

Though the old man was advanced in years, he possessed none of the sluggishness or benevolence typical of the elderly. Instead, he exuded an air of shrewd cunning. His deeply sunken eyes constantly glimmered with a dark light, while his high hooked nose made him seem all the more sinister.

Skylar frowned, sensing something. He quickly lowered his head and secretly activated Magic Eye to observe his surroundings.

Sure enough, near the lift, he caught sight of a pair of shoe tips flickering into view in midair. It lasted only an instant, but it could not escape Skylar's sharp eyes. They were a pair of ordinary old leather boots, moving with extreme caution. Their owner was clearly trying to conceal his presence.

Skylar raised an eyebrow. With a slight shift of his gaze, he immediately understood. Sturgis Podmore—his poor Invisibility Cloak had not completely covered him, exposing the flaw at his feet.

Skylar gave a soft snort, unable to keep himself from thinking, No wonder Lucius Malfoy discovered him in the original story, and he ultimately fell under the Imperius Curse. This man is far too careless.

However, there was no plot in this world involving the struggle for the prophecy orb, and the Department of Mysteries should not contain anything Voldemort wanted. Dumbledore had likely sent him here merely as a precaution. The