The entrance to the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch and maze.
As soon as Morris appeared, a large crowd surrounded him, including Champion, referees, and some onlookers, creating a chaotic scene.
Before he could even regain his footing, Fudge grabbed his arm and asked, trembling, "Where did you go?"
Fudge's hands were covered in sweat.
Morris slowly removed the other person's hand and shrugged. "Although the transmitted image had no sound, I'm sure you can tell for yourself, Minister. That naked person just now was Voldemort."
As he spoke, he took out the repaired Surveillance Crystal Ball.
When Morris was in the cemetery, he made a point of giving Voldemort, Peter, and Harry a close-up shot each.
Everyone present must have seen it clearly.
However, Fudge acted as if he hadn't heard Morris's words and continued, "That person, that one, that's not real, is it? Some kind of trick? Or did you forge it using some means?"
He stared into Morris's eyes, seemingly hoping to get a reassuring answer from him.
For Fudge, Voldemort's resurrection was undoubtedly a disaster.
The last time Voldemort was active, the Ministry of Magic paid a heavy price, and it almost collapsed as a result.
He didn't even dare to think about what would happen if Voldemort really came back to life.
Worst of all, as Minister for Magic, he had to take responsibility for this.
If things go particularly badly, he'll lose his position.
" Voldemort has risen from the dead!" Harry shouted hysterically. "He's regained his physical body through a ritual! He used my blood, and one of Peter Pettigrew's hands!"
Blood was seeping from the marks on his arms, but he had no time to care.
The most important thing now is to let everyone know that Voldemort has been resurrected.
However, Fudge's next words completely surprised Harry.
"This matter still needs investigation; we can't conclude it's related to the You-Know-Who just yet. It could also be a terrorist attack orchestrated by an ordinary dark wizard, right?"
Harry's eyes widened upon hearing this.
That's absolutely absurd!
Who else could that be but Voldemort?
Morris also glanced at Fudge.
Is this an attempt to escape?
Isn't that a bit too much of a stretch?
"Accept reality, Fudge," Dumbledore suddenly spoke, his expression calm. "Everyone saw it."
"The good news is that Voldemort is still very weak. He needs time to repair his body and time to gather his Death Eaters scattered throughout the land. He won't be at the Ministry of Magic's doorstep tomorrow morning."
Dumbledore paused, his gaze sweeping over the faces of those present, some terrified, others bewildered, before speaking again in a deep voice, "He is not yet capable of posing a threat to society. At least, not yet."
Dumbledore's words had a good calming effect, and the commotion in the crowd gradually subsided.
Fudge's expression immediately darkened.
He took two steps back, turned to look at Dumbledore, and whispered, "I understand, Dumbledore. We'll have to talk alone later."
Dumbledore.
What should be done about the Triwizard Tournament?
A voice came from the crowd, and the tall Madame Maxime stepped forward.
Ludo replied somewhat nervously, "According to the rules, the Champion must find the trophy in the maze; whoever has the trophy is the Champion."
"That trophy was a Portkey," Harry said. "It was that trophy that brought me to Voldemort, and it's probably still there."
Ludo was startled. " Portkey? How could that be?"
"By the way," Morris added, "I encountered a Death Eaters in the maze, and he attacked Krum. I think his aim was to stop the other Champion so Harry could get the trophy and teleport him away."
Ludo's voice suddenly rose, "Who is that Death Eaters?"
"I don't know," Morris shook his head, "But I took care of him."
He didn't mention Barty Crouch Jr.'s name because he thought explaining someone's resurrection would be too complicated.
He hates trouble.
Ludo remained silent for a while, seemingly processing what he had to say.
"Who replaced the trophy with the Portkey?" Professor McGonagall then asked.
Morris stroked his chin and replied, "Perhaps Mrs. Heap knows something."
Mrs. Heap!
The moment the name was uttered, the expressions of several people present changed.
Ludo's face suddenly turned deathly pale, and he stammered, "What... what does this have to do with... Mrs. Heap?"
He quickly searched through the crowd.
However, Mrs. Heap had disappeared.
"Um..." Fred raised his hand from the crowd and said weakly, "If you're looking for Mrs. Heap, she left twenty minutes ago."
Leaving during a crucial moment in the game is definitely problematic.
Fudge's face darkened completely.
There's a mole!
" Minerva," Dumbledore ordered sternly, "Take the other professors and search the surrounding area."
One hour later.
The students had returned to their dormitories, while the others went back to the Great Hall to continue discussing the competition.
Mrs. Heap remains missing and is likely no longer at Hogwarts.
The Auror and professors who rushed to the scene searched the entire school, but still found nothing.
Harry's injuries were treated quickly and he was fine. Although Madam Pomfrey asked him to stay in the Hospital Wing, he came over anyway.
"I think Harry Potter won the competition," Ludo said. "Although there was a slight mishap, Harry got the trophy."
"No!" Harry immediately retorted, "In fact, I didn't encounter any obstacles in the maze at all. The only Troll I saw was already a corpse when I arrived."
"Someone is helping me in secret."
These words perfectly corroborated Morris's account, suggesting that someone was clearing obstacles for Harry and had even attacked Krum.
"The match is temporarily suspended," Fudge immediately declared. "That's settled, wait until everything is resolved, wait until Voldemort..."
He bit his tongue. "We'll hold the finals again once that person is caught and Mrs. Heap's matter is investigated."
"I agree," Dumbledore said.
"No objections." Madame Maxime nodded.
Next, everyone looked at Karkaroff.
Karkaroff seemed unusually quiet today, standing silently to the side with a somber expression, offering no opinion and participating in any debate.
" Karkaroff?"
He only snapped out of his daze when Ludo reminded him.
" Durmstrang agrees," Karkaroff replied.