Dragon Roar Master at Hogwarts

"This is impossible! Not to mention whether I can control Dumbledore, if I order the protection of Death Eaters, I will step down immediately!"

Fudge waved his hands with a determined look on his face.

"I know you can't control Dumbledore and never expected to."

Dudley sneered and looked up at Dumbledore, who was staring at him from a distance with a cold face.

"I just need you to issue such an order, so that if they track us down, we will have the right to fight back legally."

"If Dumbledore still allows the Order of the Phoenix to operate after you issued the order, the responsibility for destroying the peace will fall on them."

Dudley said slowly: "What the people are afraid of is not Death Eaters, but the killings and wars that Death Eaters mean. But if the Order of the Phoenix is ​​the one who instigates the killings, they will lose the support of the people."

"Besides his strength, Dumbledore's most powerful thing is his reputation. Because he defeated Grindelwald in a duel and led the Death Eaters to defeat me, he became the banner of all hypocrites - and I will take this The flag was torn down.”

"But...but it's still that question." Fudge's face turned pale. He was frightened by the heart-wrenching plan Dudley described, especially since he was about to become a part of this plan.

"I can't openly support the Death Eaters, otherwise I will definitely be -"

"You don't need to support it publicly. There are many ways to find reasons." Dudley patted Fudge on the shoulder and whispered in his ear:

"You can say that the Order of the Phoenix abused the name of searching for Death Eaters and caused harm to innocent wizards. You issued this decree in order to bring order to the chaos and preserve Dumbledore's reputation, and so on."

"Of course, I will also cooperate with you to restrain the Death Eaters' behavior and keep a low profile when Dumbledore and the others do not attack first."

Dudley stretched out his hand towards Fudge, "As long as no one does anything unnecessary, Voldemort's resurrection will be just an unconfirmed rumor. I think it will be good for the rest of your term."

Fudge stretched out his hand tremblingly, and under Dudley's step-by-step persuasion, he began to believe Dudley's words.

"Don't believe them, Cornelius!" Dumbledore saw Dudley shaking hands with Fudge and immediately shouted loudly: "You are seeking skin from a tiger. They will never abide by the agreement."

After hearing Dumbledore's words, Fudge seemed a little shaken and wanted to take his hand back, but Dudley had already taken Fudge's hand first and pulled him up.

"But I also have my doubts, Mr. Minister." Dudley held Fudge's hand firmly, "So, I think it is better to add insurance - it will be more beneficial to you and me."

"You...what do you mean?"

Dudley continued to hold Fudge's hand tightly and slowly turned towards Bellatrix.

"Bella, you are my most important right-hand man - are you willing to be a witness to the unbreakable oath between Secretary Fudge and I?"

Bellatrix looked flattered and hurriedly raised her wand: "Of course, this is my honor - my God, the Dark Lord actually entrusted me with such an important matter..."

She stepped forward, stood beside them, and tapped the tip of her wand on their clasped hands.

Dudley began to repeat the transaction with Fudge just now in a cold and ruthless voice. Fudge broke out in cold sweat on his forehead. He tried to take his hand out several times, but Dudley held it tightly.

"...To sum up, on the premise that I abide by the agreement, can you guarantee to complete the agreement with me?"

"I...I do."

A thin, blazing tongue of fire shot from the wand, like a red hot wire, wrapped around their clasped hands.

"Congratulations, Mr. Minister." Dudley finally let go of Fudge's hand and patted the shoulder of this middle-aged man with a dead look on his face. "In this way, we are no longer enemies, but friends."

"Don't worry, since I made an oath with you, as long as you are still the Minister of Magic, I will keep my promise."

Dudley whispered in Fudge's ear: "You know, I have many 'friends' whose influence on the Ministry of Magic is as great as Dumbledore's. I will push you to secure your position as Minister."

"Okay, it's getting late, we should go back." Dudley patted Fudge on the back gently, indicating that he should return to the people of the Order of the Phoenix. "Otherwise, your subordinates will arrive later and see us. It’s hard to explain.”

"Cornelly, what on earth were you talking about just now?" Dumbledore grabbed Fudge's shoulders and asked in a serious voice: "I see you seem to be making an unbreakable vow? What did you promise them? Tell me quickly. "

"...Let's go."

"what?"

"Let's let them go. He made an agreement with me. As long as we don't take action against him, he will never cause trouble to the British wizarding world again." Fudge avoided Dumbledore's eyes. "This is the best way. He He has been resurrected, we can only negotiate with him..."

"Have your men put down their wands, Dumbledore, or do you want Fudge to break his oath and die on the spot?" Dudley said loudly to Dumbledore: "Of course, if you still want to continue fighting, I don't mind accompanying you. But as far as I can see, there seem to be very few people on your side who are capable of fighting."

Dumbledore looked around him solemnly. Although Moody looked full of fighting spirit, the bloody wounds on his arms clearly said that he was not in a suitable state for fighting.

Nymphadora Tonks was taking care of Lupine who was in a coma. The spell Tonks cast in anger was obviously very powerful, and Lupine would not be able to regain consciousness for a while.

Although Arthur held his wand firmly and maintained the effect of the anti-Apparition spell, he was not an Auror after all. Once he was in a real wizard magic duel, his combat effectiveness was limited.

And Sirius Black was lying on the ground dying, and it was obvious that he needed medical attention as soon as possible.

Dumbledore sighed, and then put down the hand holding the wand: "Arthur, that's it. That's it for today. We have already lost."

Although Arthur Weasley's face was full of reluctance, he still obeyed the order and put down his wand.

"I want to ask you one last question." Dumbledore looked at Dudley meaningfully and said slowly: "Are you really the resurrected Voldemort?"

"You know, Dumbledore, I go by many names...Voldemort, the Dark Lord, Tom Riddle, it doesn't matter who I am."

"But since you want to confirm, I can promise you." Dudley put his hands behind his back, and Delphine slowly came to him and took his arm.

"This body of mine does contain the soul of Tom Riddle."

In the next moment, Dudley and Delphine apparated away from the eerie Azkaban.