Fudge leaned closer, his face full of curiosity. " Morris, you don't mind me calling you that, do you? Can you tell me how you defeated that monster?"
"I'm sorry, Minister, I'm afraid I can't disclose that part," Morris replied politely.
Fudge chuckled deliberately a few times. "Young people have their own secrets, that's good."
He changed the subject and started chatting with Morris about all sorts of trivial things—this guy really talks a lot.
Morris answered very seriously.
When discussing recent studies...
"Any academic problems? I've been studying some manuscripts about Ancient Magic lately, oh, would you like to hear about them? They're about protective magic..."
Fudge listened to Morris's increasingly profound explanation, the smile on his face gradually stiffened.
Who asked you about these things?
"Ahem, very interesting, indeed very interesting..." Fudge quickly interrupted Morris during his Gap.
He glanced at Lucius Malfoy, who was standing quietly to the side, and asked instinctively, "What do you think, Lucius?"
He regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth.
Sure enough, Lucius gripped his cane and slammed it heavily on the floor.
"Nonsense," he said coldly. "A child, defeating the monster in the Chamber of Secrets? That monster's fangs were probably longer than his arm! Fudge, do you really believe that?"
"This..." Fudge was speechless for a moment.
Honestly, I don't believe it.
But that's not important.
"That's the truth," Dumbledore said at the opportune moment. "Also, Malfoy, why are you here? The Board's documents should have been delivered to you. You are now under investigation for allegedly threatening Board members and interfering in Hogwarts affairs through improper means."
Fudge wiped his sweat from his brow.
Lucius ignored Dumbledore and instead took a step closer to Morris. " Mr. Black, you still have a chance to tell the truth. Fabricating a hero's story might get you attention and praise for a while, but in the long run, it will inevitably fall apart."
"Now that you've told the truth, it's just a small, harmless mistake, and no one will blame you."
There was a hint of threat in his tone.
Morris immediately guessed the other party's purpose.
If he admits that he was lying, then all of Dumbledore's previous statements will be seriously questioned.
Fudge opened his mouth to try and smooth things over, but Morris calmly spoke up, "I don't know what you're talking about, sir. I found the Chamber of Secrets of Basilisk, I killed the Voldemort, and I also..."
"Hiss--"
Fudge gasped, and whispered, "What does this have to do with... that person?"
His voice was strained, and his expression was somewhat unnatural.
Lucius's eyes also suddenly darkened.
Morris looked at Dumbledore with a puzzled expression. "Professor, didn't you mention Voldemort?"
Dumbledore casually replied, "That's why I called you here, Morris. This is your story, and it's more fitting for you to tell it."
... All right."
Morris looked somewhat helpless.
He thought Dumbledore was just finding things troublesome.
So Morris then briefly recounted how Voldemort's notebook controlled Ginny Weasley, how he released the Basilisk to roam the castle, and how he discovered the anomaly, entered the Chamber of Secrets, and defeated the Basilisk.
Of course, he did not reveal any specific details.
Fudge became increasingly alarmed as he listened, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
"Is it true, Albus? So the culprit behind this is a Dark Magic artifact left behind by that person?"
Dumbledore.
"That was terrible," Fudge said, a hint of relief in his voice. "Fortunately, no students lost their lives."
"But Ginny Weasley's condition is not good," Dumbledore said.
"That poor child," Fudge sighed, " the Weasley family, right? The Ministry of Magic will provide everything necessary." At this moment, Lucius interrupted their conversation.
"This story is getting more and more outrageous," he said coldly.
Upon hearing this, Morris chuckled.
Is that outrageous?
Coincidentally, he had a witness that the other party was absolutely willing to believe.
" Mr. Malfoy," he said lightly, "If you don't believe me, perhaps you can ask your son."
Lucius suddenly froze.
Dumbledore's voice was gentle as he asked on behalf of the other person, " Morris, why did you suddenly mention Draco Malfoy?"
"I haven't told you yet, Professor," Morris winked mysteriously, " Draco Malfoy and I went into the Chamber of Secrets together, and we defeated the Basilisk and Voldemort. But he was too shy and insisted on giving all the credit to me."
After he finished speaking, he shrugged and remarked, " Draco Malfoy, what a wonderful person he was."
Lucius froze completely.
How can we defeat Voldemort together?
Draco?
His son?
This is outrageous!
"Oh, right," Morris spoke again, looking at Lucius, " Voldemort's notebook also told me something, but I'm not sure if it's true..."
"What is it?" Fudge asked immediately.
Morris said slowly, "This notebook was originally kept at the Malfoy family."
He guessed.
But the possibility is very high.
Lucius finally snapped out of his daze and spoke in a sinister tone, "Are you accusing me, Mr. Black?"
Morris shrugged. "Just stating the facts. The notebook is destroyed now, so no one can verify its authenticity. Oh, but the notebook definitely exists; you can ask your son..."
That's enough.
Lucius's voice was hoarse, "I'll go and confirm it myself."
All he wanted to do was leave immediately to check on Draco's condition.
" Malfoy," Dumbledore, no longer leaning back in his chair, looking directly at Lucius Malfoy was about to turn and leave, "Before you go, perhaps I should give you some advice. Stop spreading Voldemort's stuff; it won't do you any good."
Lucius paused, but without turning around, he pushed open the door and left.
Hagrid, who had been huddled by the fireplace, let out a long sigh of relief.
He went to Morris's side and said gratefully, "Thank you, Morris."
"You're welcome," Morris smiled slightly, then asked curiously, "By the way, what's Azkaban like? How's the room they arranged for you?"
Hagrid shuddered. "You wouldn't want to know, it's terrifying there."
"Tell me more details," Morris said, as if pressing for an answer.
"Alright, since you insist," Hagrid said, his face filled with fear. "The cells there are made of stone, small, dark, and damp, with slippery moss growing on the walls. I have one window, a tiny one, which I only open a crack when they bring in food."
"But these aren't the most terrifying; the most deadly are the Dementor..."
Morris listened, nodding occasionally.
What?
You ask him why he wants to know about Azkaban.
Haha, this is just to prepare myself mentally beforehand.
During this time, Dumbledore was also talking to Fudge.
Morris could vaguely hear words like " Lockhart " and "evidence".
It seems their Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor is about to be in trouble too.