The Ministry of Magic's Full Support

Recently, the Death Eaters had grown increasingly brazen.

And the Dementors who had defected to Voldemort drifted openly through the air, practically treating London as their personal buffet.

The Muggle police stations' phones had been ringing off the hook, while letters on the desks of the Ministry of Magic's Auror Office had piled up to the ceiling.

Fudge was nearly losing his mind. He had just finished dealing with the furious Muggle Prime Minister when he looked up and saw a Howler delivered to his desk.

"Oh, damn it! How many times have I said not to let these things into my office again—Dolores—"

Fudge's voice caught as he suddenly remembered that Dolores Umbridge had been fired from the Ministry of Magic alongside him for misconduct and other reasons.

Only Umbridge had not been reinstated with him.

That was truly enviable!

Fudge sighed, expertly opened the window, and casually tossed the smoking red envelope from his desk outside.

Judging by how practiced the movement was, he had probably done the same thing many times before.

Whenever this happened, Fudge would instinctively think of that capable Senior Undersecretary. At least when Umbridge had been here, he had never needed to deal with the headache of Howlers himself.

"When will those people understand that not every Auror can cast the Patronus Charm? It isn't even part of the Auror qualification exam!"

An explosion sounded outside the window, followed by the shrill curses of a witch. Amplified by the Howler, her voice was as loud as thunder, and more than half the Ministry of Magic could hear it clearly.

Fudge forcefully shut the window, then drew the heavy curtains, trying to keep the noise outside his office.

Just then, someone knocked on the Minister's office door, and Kingsley Shacklebolt, the head of the