Hogwarts: Why do you call me the Demon King?

“Child, what nonsense are you talking about? Everyone in the wizarding world knows you.” Fudge patted Harry’s shoulder affectionately, almost instinctively.

"It's so wonderful to see you grow up safely."

After saying this, Fudge subconsciously glanced to the side, but unfortunately he didn't bring any reporters from the Daily Prophet with him today.

What a great political stage, what a pity.

Although Fudge felt regretful, he didn't regret it. Because he knew there was another huge bomb waiting for him.

If we bring in a reporter from The Daily Prophet, wouldn't that be a disaster?

Seeing Percy's embarrassment, Harry quickly got down to business: "Minister, Isaac is waiting for you in the dungeon."

He asked me to greet you.

"Hello, esteemed Minister Fudge! I am Percy Weasley, prefect of Gryffindor. Please allow me to show you the way!"

When Percy saw that Harry had finally brought up the dungeon, he quickly stepped forward and introduced himself.

“Weasley? Arthur’s son?” Fudge glanced at Percy, then turned to Harry and said, “The dungeon, right?”

Thank you for welcoming me, Harry. I have to go see Isaac, so I'll be going now.

After Fudge finished speaking to Harry, he nodded symbolically to Percy and then strode forward.

Just as Percy hesitated, unsure whether to follow, Umbridge, who had been silent all along, finally found an opportunity to speak.

“The Weasleys of Gryffindor?” Umbridge wasn’t tall, but her gaze was condescending.

"Minister Cornelius is an outstanding Slytherin graduate, and I also graduated from Slytherin House."

Do you think we'll be unable to find the Slytherin common room?

Having said that, without paying any attention to Percy's face turning pale and then red, he quickly caught up with Fudge's pace with his two short legs.

At that moment, Percy knew he had probably messed up his meeting with the minister.

“Don’t worry about her, Percy. She really does look like a pink toad, doesn’t she?” Harry gently comforted Percy.

Upon hearing the precise description of a pink toad, Percy's little face hardened.

“Harry, that’s a high-ranking official from the Ministry of Magic. We have to at least show him the most basic respect,” Percy said in a practiced, bureaucratic tone.

In fact, Percy is the only one in the entire Hogwarts who speaks like that.

However, Percy quickly added after his official statement: "But you're right, Harry, she really does look like a pink toad."

After Percy finished speaking, he quickly looked behind him, afraid that Umbridge might turn around and hear his agreement.

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Fudge and Umbridge walked through the Slytherin common room and encountered some young Slytherin wizards at the entrance.

Unfortunately, Fudge has no interest in political posturing right now.

Moreover, there are currently no effective audience members.

The two of them walked deep into the dungeon and first encountered Snape.

"Snape? What are you doing here?" Fudge seemed a little surprised when he saw Snape.

He was even prepared to meet Dumbledore, but he never expected to see Snape here instead.

It was Snape?!

"Minister, Valdore is waiting for you inside, but he said it would be best if you came and see the situation first."

“Minister?!” Umbridge felt isolated.

Only two people came to the Ministry of Magic today, and she wasn't allowed in??

How could Cornell allow such a thing to happen!

This isn't a slap in the face to Umbridge, it's a slap in the backside to Minister Connelly!

Umbridge had no idea what was inside, but Fudge had already received Isaac's letter. Hearing Snape say this so suddenly, he was surprised at how meticulous Isaac was.

"You wait here," Fudge hurriedly instructed Umbridge before heading into the dungeon.

Snape followed behind Fudge under Umbridge's murderous gaze.

Once the dungeon door closed, Umbridge, completely pink, stood guard at the entrance.

“Minister Connelly, it’s so good to see you again. You look great…” Isaac stepped forward after Fudge entered, pausing when he mentioned her complexion, and then offered his words of comfort.

"You should take a rest, Your Excellency Minister."

"I told you, call me Connelly." To say Fudge would be moved to tears by Isaac's sudden concern would be pure nonsense.

He was deeply moved by the concern shown to a first-grade student.

Isaac is only in first grade, would he lie about something like this? He definitely wouldn't!

What does this prove? It proves that Isaac really cares about him!

The 1000 Galleons weren't a freebie; the Ministry of Magic's premium seamless stretch bag was also a great value.

As a politician, this is exactly the kind of positive feedback he needs.

Anyone who has done investing knows that it's unrealistic to expect to start making a profit the moment you invest in a project.

But a healthy investment should at least show some returns, right?

This is clearly a very healthy "investment" by Isaac.

"Let's get down to business. This is Peter Pettigrew." After exchanging a few polite words with Fudge, Isaac showed him the dazed Peter Pettigrew.

Fudge was also taken aback to see Peter Pettigrew in this state.

Wait... why does this person seem like someone with dementia?

"Isaac, what's going on?!" Fudge asked Isaac hurriedly.

The hero who should have died has come back to life, which might be a good thing for the wizarding world. It's just a slight slap in the face to the Ministry of Magic.

But if this hero were to come back to life in a state of dementia, then there would be a lot of trouble.

Fudge didn't even know how to explain it to the wizards in the magical world.

"That's right, I accidentally discovered Peter Pettigrew, who was disguised as a mouse, and then gave him to Professor Snape."

The professor sensed something was wrong and turned him back to his original form.

But Peter Pettigrew's behavior at the time was... how should I put it, it was the kind of madness that went out of control.

In order to obtain some truth, Professor Snape used the Truth Potion.

Chapter 91 Fudge: Living Dad!

"What did Snape use?" Fudge seemed not to have heard Isaac's words and turned to Snape himself for confirmation.

"You heard me right, Minister."

"It's the Truth Potion." Snape replied calmly, or rather, expressionlessly.

"Truth serum! You actually used truth serum!!" Fudge was almost going crazy. Didn't the four great masters consider feng shui when choosing the location for Hogwarts?

What a ridiculous spectacle!

Merlin... if it were to be exposed that the Headmaster of Hogwarts was using Veritaserum at the school, Dumbledore would be the first to be overwhelmed by a barrage of angry letters from parents.

Then there's Fudge, the Minister of Magic who was spared prosecution for Snape's past as a Death Eater thanks to Dumbledore's guarantee.

Dumbledore was highly respected, and his reputation was enough to help him weather this storm, but Cornelius Fudge was not.

If a scandal of this magnitude were to be exposed, he, as Minister of Magic, would inevitably be ousted by his subordinates.

God knows how many people are eyeing his position as Minister of Magic.

Power, ah, it has always been so fascinating.

Even the power of the magical world still possesses a captivating charm.

Fudge, who had been acting like a madman, calmed down after a few seconds and immediately looked toward the entrance to the dungeon.

Isaac knew what Fudge was looking at.

"Rest assured, Minister Cornelius. I have already commissioned Professor Snape to use powerful soundproofing magic on this dungeon."

No matter what we say, the people outside can't hear us.

Unless she's a magical master like Dumbledore.

Fudge breathed a huge sigh of relief upon hearing this; it was practically the first good news he had heard since arriving in this dungeon.

Although he wasn't entirely comfortable using Umbridge, the Ministry of Magic couldn't find anyone else willing to lower themselves to work for him like Umbridge in the short term.

At least he didn't have to find a way to make Umbridge die in the line of duty.

Fudge glanced at Isaac, then at the expressionless Snape, and finally at Peter Pettigrew, who looked like he was in a daze.

He bit down on his molars, which were starting to ache.

"Isaac, tell me the truth, how much truth serum did you give this guy?" In the short conversation, Fudge could already tell that the mastermind behind this dungeon was actually the young wizard Isaac.

But Fudge didn't find anything strange about it.