Phoenix Order

"I'll say it one last time: You-Know-Who was not resurrected! And there was no Death Eaters gathering!"

Minister Fudge's voice was loud, and his face was flushed red, as if he needed a fresh oxygen tank to breathe.

He waved his arms excitedly and said:

The Death Eaters are waiting patiently in Azkaban, with Dementor watching over them.

Everything is safe and under my perfect control.

The Wizarding World is peaceful; wizards live in harmony and their families are happy!

"Cornelius, you've ruined the whole plan. We could have captured those Death Eaters..." Dumbledore said angrily.

Fudge was horrified, as if someone had punched him in the face with a left jab that grazed his right eye.

"Don't mention that damned name! Albus, the You-Know-Who is long dead, long dead, wake up!"

Did you drink fake alcohol?

Fudge jumped and bounced around on the spot, looking like someone who had drunk fake alcohol.

"I forbid any Auror to go to the so-called graveyard, do you hear me, Dawlish, where the hell have you been?"

"Minister, I've been watching from the doorway the whole time." Dawlish went inside.

"Then watch closely!" Fudge roared. "Anyone who dares to leave the Ministry of Magic even for a moment will be expelled immediately and never to be employed again!"

Because he let Black go, Fudge always believed that Dawlish was a traitor and Dumbledore's men.

That's why he was made to stand at the door to prevent him from taking the Auror to the graveyard, while secretly having Kingsley watch over the others.

But Dawlish, unaware of this, excitedly exclaimed, "It's the Minister! I'm keeping an eye on him!"

The door opened again, and Mrs. Longbottom stormed in.

She was arguing with Umbridge, with Neville following behind.

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore asked sternly, glancing at Umbridge and then at Mrs. Longbottom.

"It's nothing, Professor Dumbledore," Umbridge said in a high-pitched voice, all smiles.

Dumbledore completely ignored Umbridge, and instead looked at Mrs. Longbottom, asking:

"Augusta, you should be with Neville watching over Barty Crouch Jr. Crouch Jr..."

Umbridge's expression was rather grim.

"There's no need to guard him any longer, Dumbledore!" Mrs. Longbottom said angrily. "This Ministry of Magic official ensured that!"

Mrs. Longbottom's cheeks flushed with anger, and she clenched her fists as if she wanted to slap Umbridge.

She suddenly brought the Dementor into the room, and the Dementor pounced on Crouch, then gave him... a kiss!

Neville shuddered, seemingly still replaying the horrific scene in his mind.

"My dear Mrs. Longbottom!" Fudge explained, "It was I who had Dolores bring the Dementor."

As Minister for Magic, I have the authority to decide whether or not I wish to have bodyguards, because Crouch is extremely dangerous.

"But he can't come forward to testify now, Cornelius," Dumbledore voice.

He stared sharply at Fudge, as if seeing Chuchu through him for the first time.

He cannot provide evidence to support his plans.

"A plan? Heh, isn't it obvious!" Fudge scoffed.

"He's a madman, just like Black! He came to Hogwarts to kill, to avenge his master!!"

"He was following Voldemort's orders, Cornelius," Dumbledore said.

Crouch used the Imperius Curse to control Ludo, Krum, Weasley, and Harry.

Voldemort regained his physical form.

Umbridge gasped, seemingly startled.

"William has gone to rescue Harry and will bring him back," Dumbledore said firmly.

"They witnessed Voldemort's resurrection."

Fudge turned his head away, deliberately avoiding looking into Dumbledore's eyes.

He clutched his collar, saying uneasily:

"Dumbledore, I advise you not to believe everything you hear, always trying to create a big news!"

This is fake news. Wait until William returns...

"It's not fake news, the You-Know-Who is back!" Neville, who had been standing silently in the corner, suddenly said.

My grandmother and I both heard Crouch's words.

Fudge turned his head in surprise, and everyone looked at Neville.

Neville's hands trembled slightly, his empty palms clenched into fists, and he shouted to the Minister for Magic:

"The You-Know-Who has been resurrected! What are you afraid of?!"

"Scared?" Fudge, as if he'd stepped on someone's tail, retorted angrily.

"Rebellion! Rebellion!"

"Even a mere junior wizard dares to speak to me, the minister, like that."

"You fool!" Mrs. Longbottom cried. "Bah! You're not even as good as my grandson!"

No, you're far inferior to my grandson!

Fudge's face turned purplish-red, as if he were about to suffocate.

"In my view, you are all determined to create a climate of panic and destroy everything we have painstakingly built over the past thirteen years!"

"Voldemort is back," Dumbledore said again. "Cornelius, if you accept this fact immediately and take the necessary steps, we may still be able to turn the tide."

Dumbledore's voice gradually rose.

"If you follow my advice, the Ministry of Magic and the entire wizarding world will remember you forever and regard you as the greatest Minister for Magic in history."

If you do not take action, history will forever condemn you to shame.

"Ridiculous!" Fudge whispered, continuing to back away step by step. "Insane... you're insane!"

Dumbledore said disappointedly, "If you insist, we'll have to part ways."

You be your Minister for Magic. I'll act according to my own will.

Fudge flew into a rage, as if Dumbledore were approaching him with a wand in hand.

"Very well, very well, Dumbledore," he waved his arms.

So, you're saying you want to oppose me? You want to stand against me?

I have always held you in high esteem. I may not agree with some of your decisions, but I always maintain...

The door was pushed open again.

"Forget it, Professor. You can't wake someone who's pretending to be asleep. He's already wasting our time."

William led Hermione in quickly, followed by Professor McGonagall.

William was covered in blood and looked menacing.

"William, are you injured?" Dumbledore concern.

"It's Voldemort's blood... I stabbed him several times; he's quite badly injured and probably needs a healer right now," William said calmly.

Everyone in the Headmaster's Office gasped.

But only Dumbledore understood William's words.

The top-notch little spy... is Professor Snape.

"William," Fudge twirled his top hat, a hint of pleading in his voice, "He won't come back, it's impossible... You... you tell Albus..."

William completely ignored Fudge and didn't even glance at him.

A minister who won't stay in office for long isn't worth his time.

"Cornelius, the only one we want to oppose," Dumbledore said, "Is Voldemort. If you also oppose him, Cornelius, then we're still on the same side."

Fudge seemed unable to think of a reply. His little feet wobbled unsteadily for a moment, then he looked up at Dumbledore and whispered:

"I don't know what tricks you're playing, Dumbledore. I've had enough."

I'll contact you again tomorrow; we need to discuss the school's operating methods. I must return to the Ministry of Magic.

He stopped at the door, turned around, strode across the room, and stood beside Hermione.

"You've won a prize, Miss Granger!" he said curtly, pulling a large bag of gold coins from his pocket.

"A thousand Galleon. There should have been an award ceremony, but you won in such a short time, and against twenty-three Champion."

But under the current circumstances...

Hermione didn't take it, but just gave him a cold look, and then took William's hand.

Fudge looked at William, opened his mouth, put Galleon on the ground, put the top hat on his head, and quickly walked out of the Headmaster's Office.

Umbridge glanced back at the people in the office, then followed them out.

Dumbledore sat down in the chair, sighed, and looked at William, saying:

"This was my fault; I actually still had a sliver of hope for him..."

"Professor, we need to have our own power, otherwise we wouldn't be restricted by the Ministry of Magic and the Auror tonight," William said.

"Yes, you're right." Dumbledore looked up at Fawkes.

"Tonight, I need to issue the Phoenix Order and reactivate... the Order of the Phoenix!"

Fawkes's eyes gleamed, it let out a loud cry, and after a flash of light, disappeared into the office.