Chapter 58: Fudge: How Did I Endorse This Brat?(EDITED)

"Um, I think there must be a misunderstanding here!" Fudge wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

It is hard to breathe while being watched by so many potion masters.

If they didn't resolve this correctly today, he feared his tenure as Minister of Magic would be over.

"A misunderstanding? Dragging a wizard under ten into Azkaban!"

"And nearly kissed by a Dementor! You're telling me this is a misunderstanding?" Griselda Marchbanks spoke up at this point.

In addition to being the head of the Wizarding Examinations Authority, she is also a member of the Wizengamot, which was equivalent to a combination of a court and a parliament in the wizarding world.

"If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I wouldn't have believed it!"

"Cornelius Fudge, tell me, during your tenure, how many underage wizards have you secretly sent to Azkaban?"

Griselda Marchbanks had always been a person who hated evil.

Hearing this news now, she was more than just angry.

"Well..." Fudge's cold sweat flowed more and more.

He had no idea how to explain himself.

Should he say that Kyle had been hanging out in Knockturn Alley since he was six?

That he had killed at least three hundred dark wizards in five years?

That he is an extremely dangerous individual?

But the Auror Office had been investigating this for so long without any evidence.

Who would believe such a thing?

Behind Cornelius Fudge stood Picorl Flint, who saw this scene and became anxious.

He had a good relationship with Fudge.

He was highly valued.

At the same time, he knew very well that the matter regarding Kyle could not be brought to light.

For Fudge, this was simply an unsolvable deadlock.

"Child, can you tell me who arrested you?" Fudge gritted his teeth and asked Kyle.

He finally came up with a way out.

"It's Mr. Picorl Flint behind you!"

"When I went to Hogwarts two days ago, he specifically came to Platform to threaten me!"

"He said he was acting on your orders!"

As an honest child, Kyle naturally wouldn't lie.

This was Marcus Flint's uncle, after all!

Picorl Flint had been worried about Fudge.

But upon hearing this, he was stunned.

Instantly, he felt a sense of unease.

No, I was just following orders too!

[Ding! Detected feelings of grief and indignation!]

[Ding! Awarding the host with a golden chest!]

...

Picorl never dreamed that this fire would eventually burn him.

He now faced the same dilemma as Fudge.

How could he explain this matter?

Should he say it was Fudge's order?

Even if there was evidence, as the one who directly acted, he would still be unable to escape responsibility.

"Picorl Flint!"

"I am suspending all your duties now. Be prepared to face an investigation!"

Fudge didn't even hesitate to sell out Picorl.

He had the Aurors confiscate Picorl's wand, then escorted him away like a criminal.

"Child, I think there's a misunderstanding here!"

"I apologize to you sincerely here!"

"Don't worry, the Ministry of Magic will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly, and I will give you an explanation."

"No one can wrong a recipient of the Order of Merlin."

After dealing with Picorl, Fudge turned to Kyle with a serious expression.

"Professor, you see, I told you Minister Fudge is a good person!"

"He won't let a bad person go, nor will he wrong a good person!"

"He didn't wrong me. The Minister said I was wronged!" Kyle turned directly to Dumbledore.

"How could a kind wizard like me do something bad?"

"???"

Fudge felt terrible after hearing this.

He felt that today's words would bring him extremely bad consequences.

Just saying a few polite words.

How did it suddenly become endorsing for this little troublemaker?