In the Hogwarts restaurant, the dining table was removed, leaving a large open space, and teachers and students from the three schools stood here, and there were reporters from various newspapers who came from thousands of miles away, crowded with people, filling the huge space.

"Voldemort is back." Dumbledore stood on the podium and said loudly.

Everyone was in an uproar.

The reporters of each newspaper raised their cameras and took photos with a bang bang. The flashes of the cameras made Dumbledore unable to help but raise his hand and cover his eyes.

"Sir, why do you say that the mysterious man is back?"

"Sir, no offense, but I noticed that you said just now to be back, not resurrection, rebirth or other words, does it contain some profound meaning?"

"Dumbledore, what is your basis?"

...Faced with reporters' questions and even questions, Dumbledore didn't know which one to answer.

Most people may panic when facing this situation, but he does not. He just listens quietly to the reporter's questions.

What else can I ask if I ask questions or not?

The reporter shut up one by one and stopped writing, staring at Dumbledore, waiting for an answer.

Dumbledore then said, "Of course there is a basis for me to say this."

Dumbledore made a gesture backwards.

Behind him, Li Yang, with Moody's face on his face, ignored Moody in the student group, walked forward with a serious face, opened the cloth bag in his arms, revealing Voldemort's corpse, like a sign-raising girl on a boxing ring, holding Voldemort's corpse to show everyone.

"Bang bang bang..." The reporters from various newspapers took photos again. The spotlights of old-fashioned cameras were noisy and smoked, which made Li Yang, who was used to the "super beautiful shots" in the 21st century, feel a little uncomfortable.

"Can I see him closer?" Ritaskit said loudly with his hand holding a quill, pointing at the corpse of Voldemort in Li Yang's hand.

Li Yang looked back at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore nodded, "Yes."

Ritaskit put the paper and pen aside, stepped forward, and looked up and down at Voldemort's corpse. His eyes were so eager to pass through the lens and hung on Voldemort's corpse, his excitement was beyond words.

"Sir, I'm going to come forward and take a look, too."

"Sir, I want it, too."

...Looking at the reporters who raised their hands and were actively raising their hands, Dumbledore's expression was a little stagnant.

This is different from what he imagined.

Originally, he thought everyone would be scared and shocked, and then united and formed a front against Voldemort, and wiped out Voldemort again, but now...

Dumbledore's eyes passed over the excited reporters and looked at the teachers and students of the three schools behind.

"Is that a mysterious person? It seems that there is nothing amazing?"

"Don't talk nonsense, the mysterious man is terrible, okay?"

"Mysterious looks so ugly and small."

"It's over, the mysterious man is coming, a disaster in the magic world!"

"Is it true?"

...The students pointed and pointed, some were suspicious or shocked, while the teachers were serious and nervous, and of course, some were so scared that their faces turned pale... Everyone's reaction fell in Dumbledore's eyes.

"I have been comfortable for fourteen years and many things have changed. I obviously think of this matter a little simple." Dumbledore sighed.

"gentlemen."

"Dumbledore."

...The reporters from each newspaper are still holding hands, hoping that Dumbledore will look at him.

Dumbledore nodded helplessly.

The reporters from various newspapers rushed to Voldemort's corpse, and the spotlight shot a close-up shot. The pen tip recorded the detailed characteristics of the corpse. The aura in his mouth came one after another, and even some even reached out and poked Voldemort's corpse...

"Take your dirty hands away!"

In the room of the broken cauldron bar in Diagon Alley, a woman in a wizard robe was having her meal. When she saw the scene of being posted on the newspaper, she roared and the knife and fork in her hand pierced into the newspaper photos. A reporter who was poking Voldemort's body with her hands.

Then, she hurriedly lowered her head, pulled out the knife and fork, and then she breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that she had not stabbed Voldemort's body just now.

“No need to be angry.”

In the room where she was the only one, a second sound suddenly sounded.

You can clearly hear and see the sound comes from a gold cup on the table.

"But these people..."

"I'll make them pay sooner or later."

"This is natural. Your words are like the rules of magic, and there is nothing that is not true. I just follow your words and live here in disguise. As a result, the idiots from the Ministry of Magic have never searched this place until now."

As she spoke, the woman respectfully held up the golden cup on the table with her hands, facing her face with her face, showing a pilgrimage-like expression.

"Bellatridge, it was obviously my mistake to reuse Peter."

This woman is Bellatrich, who has no news since she escaped from prison last year!

"No, no, why did you make a mistake? This is the fault of the stinky mouse. He is too despicable and too timid. Humph, I really don't know how that kind of person trained into Animagus. No wonder he trained into a rat. He is really timid..." Bellatrich blamed Peter for all the mistakes.

"Don't worry, I will definitely catch that mouse and let you off."

"This matter can be postponed. The most important thing at the moment is that I need a body, a body that can truly move freely. What Bellatrich, Peter, who was unable to do for me, now depends on you to accomplish."

Bellatrich straightened his chest, "This is my honor!"

"Very good. After things are done, I will give you the reward you deserve."

"I don't want the reward, I just want..." Bellatrich suddenly turned red.

She has always had a dream to become the lifelong companion of the Dark King...

…

Coincidentally, the topic of "Voldemort's Return" is not just a school, but Voldemort, and the influence is spreading to the entire magic world.

London. Ministry of Magic. Minister's Office.

"Bang!"

The newspaper was slapped on the desk, and the current minister Connelly Oswald Vadji looked angry, "What is Dumbledore going to do? Why don't you report this kind of thing to the Ministry of Magic in advance? Is there any Ministry of Magic in his eyes? Is there any minister like me?"

Every time I said something, I even slapped the table, angry, but full of helplessness.

If it were someone else, he could send someone to arrest him directly. He would have to vent his anger at the table.

other people?

Fudge thought of someone, "Where is Crouch? Wasn't he at Hogwarts? Why didn't you stop Dumbledore? Go and call him."

He lowered his head, worried that the minister's anger would affect his assistant at some point, and if he received an amnesty, he would go out immediately.

Soon, a familiar face walked in with a small step.

It was Percy who joined the Ministry of Magic after graduation.

When Fudge saw that it was not Crouch, but Crouch's assistant, he frowned, "Why are you? Where is Crouch?"

"Mr. Crouch went to Azkaban." Percy replied respectfully.

"What did he do there?"

"Moody gave Crouch a body, the body of his son Bati Crouch, who said that the person who was serving his sentence in Azkaban prison was likely to be faked, and he went to investigate."

"Hmph, it's his stupid son again." Fuji snorted coldly and didn't say anything.

It was precisely because of this son that Crouch lost his qualification to run for minister, and that he was the current day of Fudge. So, he also had to thank Crouch for his cheating son.

It can be foreseen that after today, Crouch's position will have to be reduced and unemployment is possible.

"Dumbledore, what do you want me..." Fudge returned to Dumbledore again, full of distress.

He really loves and hates Dumbledore.

After Crouch was cheated, the Ministry of Magic originally wanted to ask Dumbledore to be the minister, and the magic world was full of calls and hoped for it, but Dumbledore refused repeatedly. In the end, the Ministry of Magic could not invite the mountain. After Dumbledore refused, he voted for him, which allowed him to get the upper hand.

Therefore, he was very grateful to Dumbledore for his support, respecting his strength and fame, and at the same time, he was deeply worried.

There is no way. Dumbledore is too popular, too strong, and is respected by too many people. If this old guy suddenly had a whim and became addicted to officials one day, just say he wants to think of the minister, he may be kicked off the stage.

How could he not worry about this?

However, the two of them are in their honeymoon period over the years, and this worry is hidden deep in the heart by Fudge and dare not express it. Today, Dumbledore crossed the Ministry of Magic and passed him, and posted such a shocking news that immediately touched the worry hidden in his heart.

Of course, it was just touched and not stabbed yet.

"Perhaps Dumbledore was worried that he would disagree with publishing the news of the mysterious man's return, so he would deliberately press it, so he took the action first and then reported it?"

Fudge still had a little fantasy about Dumbledore.

Little did he know that what Dumbledore thought was, but Fudge's excessive obsession with power and his concern for Dumbledore made him lose his correct judgment.

"No, I have to go and ask Dumbledore to understand." Fudge couldn't sit still and got up to find Dumbledore.

Percy moved his eyes, picked up the coat from the hanger, and handed it to Fudge respectfully.
To be continued...