Fudge had been run ragged these past few days, but at least there was one piece of good news: the Heir who had been stirring up trouble lately had finally been caught.
In fact, the man had been in custody for nearly half a month. It was only today that all the trial proceedings had been completed.
A man named "Tom Riddle."
Fudge found it rather absurd, however, because according to Dumbledore's explanation, this Tom Riddle apparently belonged to fifty years ago. Yet that very morning, before the vicious criminal was escorted to Azkaban, Fudge had taken a look at him.
Unexpectedly, the man did not look vicious at all. If anything, Fudge thought he was quite handsome. Besides, he was clearly still a student. How could he possibly be someone from fifty years ago?
But after searching through Hogwarts' graduate records, he had indeed found someone named "Tom Riddle" from fifty years earlier. Still, there was currently no evidence that the arrested boy was that "Tom Riddle."
The boy neither protested his innocence nor admitted to anything he had done.
In fact, apart from insisting that his name was "Cyrus," the boy refused to say another word. Throughout the trial, he kept smiling at Dumbledore.
Even Dumbledore himself found it a little baffling.
Regardless, the boy was already on his way to Azkaban. Whether he really was the Heir no longer mattered. The public only wanted a result; they did not care whether it was right or wrong.
Even if it was wrong, Dumbledore had vouched for it. What did that have to do with him, Cornelius Fudge?
He returned to his office, and just as he sat down, Umbridge knocked on the door and said in a sugary voice, "Minister, you have a new appointment."
"An appointment?" Fudge