Chapter 581: Cornelius Fudge
Chris was preparing to return to the Ministry of Magic. After the Triwizard Tournament, his responsibilities as a judge were far from over—among them, returning the Magical Creatures from the maze to their proper locations.
The creatures Hagrid provided posed no issue; they simply needed to be released back into the Forbidden Forest. However, Chris still had to manage the Magical Creatures that Newt had supplied.
Yet, after recent events, he changed his plans. Before leaving Hogwarts, he decided to visit Dumbledore.
"I think it's better if you wait or pick another time," Kyle advised. "Minister Fudge is in the Headmaster's Office, and I doubt the atmosphere there is pleasant right now."
"It's fine, I'll wait," Chris replied, casting a somber glance toward the castle.
As a Ministry official, he knew Fudge's character all too well. Fudge would never accept that Voldemort had returned, making any conversation with Dumbledore contentious.
"They're in the Headmaster's Office. Do you want to head there directly?" Kyle asked. "Or wait a bit? We could stop by the common room for some food. I'm starving."
"There's no need," Chris said, his focus shifting toward the corner, where the sound of approaching footsteps caught his attention.
"Evidence, Dumbledore! You can't expect me to believe some vague memory you claim is accurate!" Fudge's agitated voice carried through the corridor. "Or are you suggesting we accept the wild tales of two children as the truth? Absurd!"
Dumbledore's calm yet firm voice followed. "As I've told you repeatedly, Cornelius, I was there. You could have an Auror examine my memory if you doubt its authenticity."
"Memories can be tampered with—especially by someone of your skill," Fudge shot back.