Gone This Mad and You Still Say There's Nothing Wrong? Unforgivable!

The aides were even more confused upon hearing this.

"Minister, since you knew she was lying, why didn't you expose her? Why did you let her keep talking?"

A trace of smugness appeared on Fudge's face.

"Look at yourselves. Shallow, far too shallow."

"Can't you use your brains and think?"

"Tonks's words were obviously unreasonable, but did she look like she was lying? No, right? Then the only explanation is that she was under some powerful Confundus Charm and couldn't distinguish the truth from fiction."

"But first of all, Tonks was an outstanding Hogwarts graduate with exceptional strength."

"Besides, she had undergone Auror training for some time. Training to resist Confundus Charms was basic for Aurors. A Confundus Charm cast by an ordinary wizard couldn't possibly affect Tonks, let alone one so absurdly powerful."

"Tonks said something so outrageous and didn't even realize anything was wrong. The more you think about it, the more terrifying it becomes!"

Fudge's words plunged the aides into thought as well.

"That's right."

"Now that you put it that way, it really is terrifying. Who could cast such a powerful Confundus Charm?"

"Who could raid Knockturn Alley and plant Dark wizards into the mud like potatoes?"

"Who could possess such masterful Transfiguration?"

"Who could make Dark wizards afraid to even think of revenge, so desperate to worship him that they didn't care even when their Wands were taken?"

The next moment, Fudge and his aides spoke a single name in unison.

"Albus Dumbledore!"

"Him again!"

Fudge's face was filled with certainty.

"Tonks must have discovered that Dumbledore was amassing wealth while investigating Charle, which was why Dumbledore silenced her."

"Everything fits!"

"Dumbledore, you put on such a caring act around students, but underneath, you're ruthless and willing to use any means necessary!"

"You cast a Confundus Charm on Tonks and illegally detained her until she suffered a mental breakdown."

"As for Charle, you exploited him in every possible way. Once the truth was uncovered, you even used a Confundus Charm to pin everything on Charle, trying to make Charle Evans the scapegoat."

"I thought I, Fudge, was already a shameless politician. Who would have thought that you, Dumbledore, with that kind and benevolent face, would be even more shameless than me!"

Fudge picked up the notebook containing Tonks's earlier testimony, and a smile once again appeared on his face.

"What is this?"

"This is evidence for Dumbledore's future trial!"

Then Fudge gave an instruction.

"Tonks has rendered great service. Give her a few extra days off and make sure she gets proper treatment in St. Mungo's Hospital's Mental Treatment Ward. Don't let her develop any lasting effects!"

Time passed bit by bit, and in the blink of an eye, evening had arrived.

The delivery time mentioned in the Romanian Dragon Reserve's letter had long since passed, yet apart from Old Tom knocking to deliver food, there had been no movement outside Charle's door.

After waiting for nearly two hours, Charle's expression gradually darkened.

He had no idea what had happened.

It was not until another letter arrived that Charle's expression turned completely cold after reading its contents.

An unprecedented fury flickered in his eyes.

The letter was an urgent apology from the Romanian Dragon Reserve.

It explained the reason for the delayed delivery—the shipment had been robbed after arriving in Britain!

Bill Weasley, who had been responsible for the delivery, had been seriously injured and was receiving treatment at St. Mungo's Hospital. All the materials from ten dragons had been stolen!

The Romanian Dragon Reserve was handling the matter urgently and preparing to resend the dragon materials to Charle.

However, because of the International Confederation of Wizards' strict restrictions on dragon slaughter, the replacement materials from ten dragons could not be sent until next month.

Charle clenched his fists tightly.

He had waited so long, only to be told he had to wait another month?

In another month, he would already be at Hogwarts!

And when it came to improving one's strength, one slow step meant being slow at every step.

Being short hundreds of thousands of Deduction Points today could very well affect Charle's next move and lead to even greater losses later.

Charle could not wait for this shipment of dragon materials!

He wanted to see who had the nerve to steal his dragons!

The next moment, a sharp crack rang out in the room.

In an instant, Charle arrived at St. Mungo's Hospital and strode inside.

At that very moment, several sharp cracks sounded in succession.

A few Aurors Apparated there with Tonks, intending to take her to the Mental Treatment Ward for recuperation.

Since she was an Auror injured in the line of duty, St. Mungo's Hospital's staff were waiting at the entrance to treat her immediately.

The moment Tonks appeared, a group of Mental Treatment Ward staff crowded around her.

Seeing the scene, Tonks froze for a moment before realizing what was happening.

She quickly said, "There's nothing wrong with my mind!"

"I was just provoked, and my emotions got a little out of control. I'm not insane. I don't need mental treatment. A few days of rest will be enough!"

But her chief healer shook his head, pity in his eyes.

"I've already heard about your condition from the Ministry of Magic."

"You said an eleven-year-old wizard who hadn't even started school yet raided Knockturn Alley, and you still claim there's nothing wrong with your mind?"

"Young lady, don't refuse treatment out of fear of illness."

Tonks was about to argue further when she caught sight of Charle from the corner of her eye.

Charle was approaching her!

In an instant, Tonks became agitated again.

"It was him!"

"He was the one who raided Knockturn Alley!"

"Believe me, I'm telling the truth!"

The Aurors and medical staff all shook their heads.

Without giving Tonks a chance to struggle, several Aurors subdued her at once.

The staff from St. Mungo's Hospital's Mental Treatment Ward sighed repeatedly.

"Look at you. You've gone this mad, and you still say there's nothing wrong with you?"

"That is Mr. Charle Evans. The poor child was only recently abducted by Dark wizards and subjected to inhuman torture. How could you say he raided Knockturn Alley?"

"This is simply absurd!"

"If this keeps developing, perhaps in your delusions, it'll become Charle Evans who inhumanly tortured that Dark wizard and killed him."

The chief healer raised his Wand.

"Originally, I thought we should take a conservative approach with you. A very mild spell would have been enough."

"But it seems that won't do. We need to increase the dosage!"

As a flash of light passed, Tonks, who had still been trying to struggle, immediately fell into a baby-like sleep.

Meanwhile, Charle walked through St. Mungo's Hospital and arrived at Bill Weasley's ward.

Inside the ward was the entire Weasley family from the original story.

The warm Mrs. Weasley, the kind and gentle Mr. Weasley, the top student Percy, Ron, the youngest daughter Ginny, and Bill, who had just graduated and begun working, lay on the hospital bed.

When Charle entered, sorrowful and worried gazes turned toward him.

Mrs. Weasley was crying uncontrollably. Mr. Weasley barely kept his expression composed as he stood and asked Charle who he was.

Under normal circumstances, though Charle had no intention of becoming close to the Weasley family, he would not have minded exchanging a few pleasantries.

But today, the Deduction Points he had been about to reap had been delayed, his dragon materials were constantly leaking magical power, and killing intent was even spreading through Charle's heart. How could he possibly have the mood to exchange pleasantries with the Weasley family?

He had come to Bill Weasley's ward solely to get clues and recover his dragon materials.

"Where were you robbed?"

"What characteristics did the people who robbed you have?"

Charle stared fixedly at Bill, who had awakened but was still extremely weak in bed.

Bill was startled, but he quickly recognized Charle. Guilt and self-reproach appeared on his face.

The loss of materials from ten dragons was so enormous that even selling himself would not be enough to compensate for it.

As the buyer, Charle's losses were immense.

Bill said quietly, "I had just entered Britain and was following the designated route for transporting dragon materials when, in Cornwall, my colleague turned on me."

"He joined several Magical Creature Hunters lying in ambush and attacked me, taking every suitcase containing the dragon materials."

Charle said coldly, "Your colleague turned on you?"

"Cornwall?"

"Do you have anything that belonged to him? Anything will do."

Bill froze for a moment, then with difficulty pulled a scrap of cloth from his pocket.

"I tore this off him while we were fighting. Will this do?"

Charle took the scrap of cloth, nodded, and walked out without looking back.

They dared steal his things. They dared make him lose Deduction Points...

"Unforgivable. Unforgivable!"

Orange Vertical Pupils suddenly appeared in Charle's eyes!