Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 383, Section 377: Explode, Azkaban!

After Fudge left that day, he did not arrange for any Ministry of Magic personnel to interfere in Hogwarts affairs, and Dumbledore, as he had said, launched a public trial of Umbridge, who was naturally found guilty.

It wasn't the Azkaban prison she had expected. The loophole she had left saved her life. She was temporarily dismissed and sentenced to six months of reformatory prison, but it was just an ordinary prison of the Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore accepted the outcome and did not pursue the matter further.

In Dudley's words, he was too kind.

Umbridge and Fudge will not be grateful for his kindness.

On the contrary, it will only get worse.

Sure enough, in the second week of Umbridge's imprisonment, Fudge began his counterattack. He used his power as Minister of Magic to win over many Wizengamo members and remove Dumbledore from his position as Chief Wizard of Wizengamo.

Dumbledore was unconcerned about Fudge's revenge.

Running for Minister of Magic means you can't also be the Chief Wizard of Wizengamot, so Fudge's move suits him perfectly.

Yes, what I said that day wasn't just talk.

Dumbledore had thought it through carefully; he really wanted to run for Minister of Magic.

Moreover, he was very proactive, and in just a few weeks he amassed a large number of supporters among wizards.

Many wizards, especially those from lower classes, strongly support Dumbledore's candidacy for Minister of Magic.

Everyone here graduated from Hogwarts, and everyone knows what kind of person Dumbledore is. Even if he's a complete failure, he's still a million times better than Fudge, isn't he?

"Stop him at all costs!"

Fudge flew into a rage in the office, slamming his fist on the table repeatedly.

If Dumbledore's application is approved, the people will vote again, and there will likely be a new election for Minister of Magic in the next year or two.

In other words, he can only serve as Minister of Magic for one year.

His recent actions have caused his public approval rating to plummet to its lowest point, making him less popular than Dumbledore at his peak, let alone now.

Unless he can do something significant for the wizarding world during this period, he will have no chance of winning the election against Dumbledore in the future.

But it's too hard.

unless

"Percy!"

Fudge called his secretary to his office.

There's something that only you can do.

The task should have been assigned to Fudge's most trusted confidant, but Umbridge was imprisoned at this time, and Percy was Fudge's only remaining trusted subordinate.

Fortunately, although Percy hadn't been with him for long, he was a loyal and devoted subordinate.

"Stop him at all costs!"

"Somewhere in a mansion in the North Sea region of England," Voldemort said in the same tone as Fudge.

He tore the latest issue of the Daily Prophet to shreds.

"Are you kidding me!"

"How did that idiot Fudge manage to get Dumbledore to run for Minister of Magic?"

No matter how hard Voldemort racked his brains, he couldn't understand how Dumbledore, even at the height of his power, had managed to make him understand in just a few months, since Dumbledore hadn't chosen to run for Minister of Magic.

Voldemort's original plan was to watch from the sidelines and let them both suffer heavy losses. Voldemort didn't know if Fudge was injured or not, but Dumbledore was definitely unharmed.

Making him Minister of Magic would be the worst possible scenario.

It would be impossible to arrange for Death Eaters to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic as spies as they are now; no one can keep a secret from Dumbledore.

The world only knows him as a master of Legilimency, but he himself knows very well that his former Transfiguration professor is the real expert in this field.

"Master, we've arranged for the other candidates to run."

Avery was trying to demonstrate his abilities.

"Shut up, you idiot."

Voldemort's single glance was enough to terrify Avery, who fell to the ground and begged for mercy.

"It's no use, absolutely no use. If Dumbledore wants to run for Minister of Magic, no one else has a chance, because... he is Dumbledore."

It is said that the person who knows you best is your enemy. Dumbledore knew Voldemort inside and out, just as Voldemort knew Dumbledore very well.

"My loyal servants must be released as soon as possible."

Voldemort was unsure whether his trap for Dumbledore had worked, but he felt he could no longer sit idly by and wait for his fate.

"Lucius!"

"Voldemort said in a deep voice."

"Master," Lucius immediately stepped forward.

"You are in charge of gathering the others, gather as many as you can, and let me see how many people are still loyal to me. I will lead you to occupy Azkaban in three days and release my loyal servants who have been imprisoned for more than ten years."

Voldemort gave the order, saying that as the leader, he did not need to do these things himself.

Then he looked at Lucius meaningfully and said, "This is my first operation since my return. Don't let me down."

Upon hearing this, Lucius knelt respectfully on one knee before Voldemort.

"As you wish, my master."

Voldemort shook his head as he watched Lucius's departing figure.

He's pragmatic, very obedient, and highly efficient. He came to me even before I had a new body, and he handles everything perfectly. He's definitely the ideal subordinate.

It would have been even better if I hadn't lost my important diary.

It seems that the people I can trust the most are the Caro siblings and the Lestrange couple.

Three days later, countless Death Eaters dressed in black robes and hoods knelt respectfully at Voldemort's feet.

Looking at the circle, which was much smaller than it used to be, Voldemort's face darkened.

"It's less than half of what it used to be."

Just as Lucius was about to explain, Voldemort continued.

"Never mind. Anyway, it won't be long before things go back to normal."

"Keep up with me!"

A thick plume of black smoke billowed towards the location of Azkaban prison.

"Who exactly is this person?"

Outside Azkaban prison, the jailer in charge of communications stared in disbelief at the scene. He wanted to notify the Ministry of Magic, but as soon as he turned around, he was greeted by a dark green light.

The black smoke rose into the sky and disappeared, leaving behind only a cold, lifeless corpse.

The Dementors in the sky seemed to sense something, constantly taking off, like countless black stars drifting in the air, or like swarms of bats obscuring the entire sky.

It's as if they're welcoming someone's arrival.

The Dementors' bizarre behavior caught the prisoners' attention; they clung to the prison fence and gazed up at the sky.

"They're here! They're here!"

Upon seeing this, the disheveled, deranged woman raised her hands and cried out in a shrill voice, "Our master has come to take us back!"

Her actions inspired others; countless Death Eaters in countless prison cells also stretched out their hands and shouted the name of the demon king.

"Boom!"

A massive explosion occurred at Azkaban prison.

These vicious criminals

They escaped from prison.

(End of this chapter)