With extraordinary comprehension, I built a floating city at Hogwarts.

Turning around, he gracefully approached a group of young wizards from the Academy of Knowledge. Once the danger was over, they immediately stepped forward and used their learned magic to help heal the wounded.

Fudge praised in a gentle voice, "I saw your performance just now, the one you used, um..."

He was momentarily speechless, unable to recall what spell they had used to defend against the attack.

"That's called [Force Wall Technique], Minister," Tonks reminded him at just the right moment.

“Yes, it’s the [Force Wall] spell. You used it very well.” Fudge said, then promised with a sincere look, “When you graduate, the Ministry of Magic will welcome you.”

“Especially you, Miss Hermione Granger.” Fudge looked at Hermione, a smug look on his face, clearly quite pleased with his memory. “Even as a Muggle, you did such a remarkable job. You were the one organizing everyone’s defense just now, weren’t you?”

Although it was a compliment, Hermione understood the implied meaning in the other person's words.

That implies that Muggle-born wizards are naturally expected to perform worse than pure-blood wizards.

This is the implicit discrimination that exists in the magical world.

Hermione finally experienced this firsthand, and she could only give a stiff smile and nod in acknowledgment.

Just then, Fudge glanced at the referee's table and his gaze suddenly froze.

Because he saw Cirira leading a group of uniformed Aurors toward the referee's stand.

After the stadium gradually returned to order, Barty Crouch Sr. stood on the steps of the stands, his face more serious than ever, his sallow complexion devoid of any luster.

He, along with the uninjured adult wizards, was providing treatment to the wizards injured in the chaos, under the guidance of Madam Pomfrey.

However, at that moment, the sound of hurried boots stomping on the ground came, causing a commotion among the crowd.

All eyes turned to the direction from which the sound came, and there stood Ciri, leading several Aurors in uniform, heading straight for Barty Crouch.

Ciri stopped in front of Crouch and raised her hand to signal her men to stop their brutal attempt to arrest Crouch.

“Chief Crouch, please forgive me, but we have just apprehended the mastermind behind this attack,” Ciri said in a calm tone, words that sent chills down Crouch’s spine. “And he is none other than your son, Barty Crouch Jr..”

“My son?” Old Crouch raised his eyelids, looking quite surprised. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

But Ciri noticed that his hand holding the wand was trembling.

She shook her head and continued, "When we arrested him, he was using the Polyjuice Potion to transform into Alastor Moody. There is evidence that he had been infiltrating Hogwarts as Moody for a full year, and this riot is directly related to him."

Seeing old Crouch's still indifferent expression, Ciri sighed.

· ········Requesting flowers···· ·········

The old man still won't shed tears until he sees the coffin.

So she had no choice but to present further evidence: "Based on the preliminary intelligence we obtained from Legilimency on him, we discovered that he is still alive because you and your late wife successfully escaped from prison. The real Barty Crouch Jr. who died was actually your wife in disguise after drinking Polyjuice Potion. To prevent him from being discovered, you even illegally used the Forgetfulness Charm on our Ministry colleague Bertha Jorkins, causing her to suffer from irreversible amnesia."

Crouch's hands trembled even more, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Finally, because of your relationship with him and your role as referee in the competition, we also suspect that you are connected to some of the 'accidents' that have occurred in these competitions and the attack in this competition. You now need to return to the Ministry of Magic with us to cooperate with the investigation."

Even after Ciri finished explaining the reasons for the arrest, Crouch seemed not to have heard anything and even continued to cast healing spells on the injured.

Only after the treatment was completed did Barty Crouch stand up. He brushed off imaginary dust from his knees, slowly straightened his magic robes, and finally adjusted his hat before turning to Cirira and saying in a deep voice, "Lead the way!"

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From afar, Fudge saw Crouch being escorted away by the Aurors led by Cirira, and he could no longer maintain the smile on his face.

He said to Tonks with a gloomy expression, "Jaina planned this all along, didn't she? What exactly is she trying to do?"

Before Tonks could explain, he angrily flicked his robe and strode away.

Unfortunately, it was too late for him to realize it now.

Jaina has just ended the Great Purge and lifted the blockade on the Ministry of Magic.

Fudge had been harboring a grudge all the way, but he returned to the Ministry of Magic without any problems along the way.

He had just returned to the Ministry of Magic when he received an invitation from Jaina Proudmoore.

The other party invited him to his minister's office for a meeting.

This strange invitation left Fudge completely baffled.

But when Umbridge found him, he learned what had really happened at the Ministry of Magic.

Upon learning that not only Crouch, but the entire Crouch family's influence within the Ministry of Magic had been swallowed up by Jaina Proudmoore, Fudge could no longer remain calm.

He couldn't believe that Jaina would do something so significant.

Before today, she had always been very respectful to him, acting like a good subordinate.

He stormed into the minister's office and saw Gianna calmly sitting in the seat he usually sat in when discussing matters with Fudge. He was instantly furious.

He casually pulled a book from the bookshelf and slammed it hard on the table.

It was a thick book with a human face on its spine. The face, which had been sleeping, was woken up by his slap and let out a painful groan.

But Fudge's roar completely drowned out the book's groans.

"Jaina Proudmoore! Do you even respect me as Minister for Magic?"

“Minister, getting rid of Barty Crouch will benefit both of us. Your feud with him is no secret, is it?” Facing Fudge, who was like an angry bull, Gianna appeared unusually calm, devoid of her usual respect.

"Don't try to play these tricks on me. You and I both know he's long since lost his qualifications to be Minister for Magic!" Fudge slammed his fist on the table in anger, causing the entire office to shake and vibrate.

Chapter 443 Parting ways

Jaina didn't dwell on Crouch, but instead brought up another matter:

“Do you know that your close ‘friend’ Dumbledore was one of the masterminds behind tonight’s operation, at least the first part? The Aurors involved thought they were going to deal with his remnants—some Death Eaters—but Dumbledore told me that the Man from Darkness has returned.”

Upon hearing this, Fudge's entire body instantly stiffened, as if struck by lightning.

The news of the mysterious man's possible return was too shocking. His posture, which had been straightened with anger, immediately slumped down, and he kept muttering, "This isn't real, this can't be, the mysterious man is dead..."

"Minister, I believe he will contact you soon to verify the authenticity of this information. According to the intelligence we currently have, when our Aurors were preparing to go to the scene to assist in the operation, they discovered that after Harry Potter and Dumbledore left, a magic circle preventing Apparition had been set up at that location, just like at Hogwarts."

“I just received word that they have returned safely to the arena. However, we still don’t know exactly what happened at ‘743’.” Jaina’s tone revealed a deep concern.

As if that wasn't enough of a shock, Jaina went on to bring up a topic even more dreadful for Fudge, stirring up his fragile heart: "Cornell, as a friend, I have to remind you of something. Let's set aside the question of whether Dumbledore's news of the Dark Lord's return is true or false. If he really has returned, then the public will undoubtedly be more inclined to make Dumbledore the leader to fight the Dark Lord. After all, he is currently the greatest white wizard in the world, isn't he?"

"However, if the Dark Lord did not return, why would Dumbledore tell us this? What was his motive? This is a question worth pondering."

“Connelly, whether or not the Dark Lord has truly returned, you should seriously consider your stance and future path.”

Seeing Fudge's increasingly panicked expression, Gianna decided to add fuel to the fire: "Also, I need you to know that I discovered at the beginning of this term at Hogwarts that Moody was actually Barty Crouch Jr. in disguise. I had the urge to arrest him then, but Dumbledore stopped Levin and me. He advised us to wait until now before taking any action."

"I'm really curious, why did he make us wait so long? What was he planning during this time? These questions have been bothering me."

"However, this also gave me an opportunity, a good opportunity to expand the results."

Jaina's words were so revealing that Fudge fell silent.

Seeing Fudge remain silent, Jaina continued to indoctrinate him: "Of course, the reason I'm cooperating with him on this matter is to ensure my future as Minister for Magic is legitimate. But I'm different from you and Dumbledore..."

Fudge, still in shock, looked up in confusion upon hearing this.

Seeing Fudge's bewildered expression, Gianna couldn't help but shake her head and continued, "In this respect, my interests are aligned with yours. I also don't want Dumbledore to step into the limelight, live in his shadow, and end up like you, having to consult and respect a headmaster's opinion on everything."

She paused, then said in a sincere tone:

“Connelly, I am much younger than both of you, and I can easily wait for you to retire before taking over the ministerial position. But judging from your and Dumbledore’s current situation, your political lives are running out. If you want to realize your plans and maintain your power, you must fight for it. What I have gained today is enough to guarantee that.”

"Besides, you are different from Crouch. You have not made any mistakes, and you are still the most powerful person in the Ministry of Magic. My struggle with you will only cause the Ministry of Magic to begin to split. Not only is my chance of winning slim, but it will also easily give outsiders an opportunity to take advantage of me."

After Jaina finished speaking, she picked up the magic book with a human face from the desk and casually flipped through it, giving Fudge some time to process what she had said.

After a while, he added, "In fact, it doesn't matter who you cooperate with. Although I personally prefer you, Minister, with whom I have always had a good relationship, cooperating with Dumbledore today wasn't so unpleasant. If I were to choose him now, I could just endure it for a few more years, but I think I will eventually be able to sit in the position I want, Minister Fudge."

-

With the departure of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, tranquility once again enveloped the Little Hangleton Cemetery, a land once ravaged by dark magic.

The air still seemed to carry the lingering warmth of the magic, but the tension and fear had quietly subsided.

Harry seemed to have figured out the true identity of the arriving Auror.

He was about to greet him when he saw the Auror nod slightly to him and Dumbledore, then disappear in a flash of magic.

When Levin changed his clothes and stepped back onto the Quidditch pitch, it had returned to its usual order.

The night was deep, with only a few uniformed Aurors patrolling the area, their footsteps ringing out clearly in the silence. Occasionally, the soft groans and conversations of the wounded could be heard, reminding people that a fierce battle had just taken place.

Levin looked around and saw the girls sitting in their seats waving at him.

Hermione, Cho Chang, Luna, Ginny, Astoria, and the Delacour sisters,

Perhaps because they had just gone through thick and thin together, these people all gathered together, and their shared experience of the crisis brought them closer together.

Levin nodded to them, then walked toward where Dumbledore and Harry were.

Dumbledore was examining Harry when he saw Levin approaching. He reached out and greeted him, "Levin, thank you for your help earlier."

But Levin simply nodded, offering no agreement.

Dumbledore waved his hand and turned to Kingsley, who was standing next to him, saying, "Could you please do some tests for Harry for me?"

Kingsley nodded without saying anything more.

Then he looked at Harry: "Go on, Harry. Your friends are obviously worried about you. You must have a lot to talk about. You were very brave today. We still need to formally award the trophy for this tournament in a little while. After that, go and get a good night's sleep. Don't let the destruction caused by these Death Eaters affect our mood. We can talk about other things later."

Harry caught a glimpse of Ron, who was hiding behind a pillar, making faces and winking at him, and a warm feeling welled up inside him.

Although he still had many questions to ask Dumbledore and Levin, he agreed to Dumbledore's request, nodded to them, and then followed Kingsley aside to continue his examination.

“Voldemort’s performance today was truly unexpected,” Dumbledore sighed, his brow furrowed. “Levin, will you admit Voldemort’s return in the interview?”

Levin took a slight step back, maintaining a certain distance from Dumbledore, his tone as distant as diplomatic rhetoric:

"I'm sorry, Headmaster, as you know, I didn't actually see whether the mysterious man had been resurrected."

“You’re not going tonight…” Dumbledore sounded a little anxious.

Levin immediately interrupted him, emphasizing, "I've been at the Quidditch pitch all night, hunting down Death Eaters."

“Kingsley told me what happened at the Ministry of Magic tonight,” Dumbledore said, his disappointment evident. “Is power really that important to you?”

His robes were disheveled from the recent battle, with scorch marks on the hem, and he appeared somewhat listless after the fight.

Levin's words made him look even older and more tired at 4.9.

Levin looked at Dumbledore in front of him and felt a pang of guilt.

Although he did not entirely agree with Dumbledore's methods and ideas, the old man before him had indeed made tremendous efforts to protect the safety of the wizarding world.