bacchusnovels Chapter 613 Inviting Fudge to His Death
Chapter 613 Inviting Fudge to His Death
Chapter 609 Inviting Fudge to His Death
No one believed the contents of the letter.
Why would Fudge, the Minister of Magic and the leader of all wizards in the country, surrender?
Does that mean if he surrendered to Voldemort, he could still become a minister?
"This is definitely Voldemort's plot to sow discord among us."
Everyone nodded in agreement, and their voices gradually merged into one.
Umbridge's face darkened; he seemed to want to say something, but he swallowed his words back.
Bertha also began to reassure everyone, standing on Fudge's side.
"Voldemort's greatest skill is creating chaos; don't be swayed by such petty tricks."
Despite this, the atmosphere was still terribly oppressive.
Some people believe it in their hearts:
Voldemort dared to send a message by paper airplane at this time, and it was so absurd and illogical, yet it must be reasonable. There is no such thing as a rumor without a reason.
Moreover, the first barrier was breached in such a bizarre way that no one really suspected it was "the minister's order"?
Thus, the seeds of doubt quietly took root.
Whispers circulated like venomous snakes in the minds of the wizards.
"Could it be that—someone actually negotiated?"
"The minister's expression didn't look quite right just now either—"
Fudge stood there, his face ashen and his eyes sharp.
He could clearly feel those gazes directed at him from all directions.
But none of that matters—
The important thing is that he remembered something bad that happened some time ago.
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Ten minutes later, his worst fears came true.
Voldemort sent another bunch of paper airplanes, but this time they weren't letters urging him to surrender; they were video recordings.
The video showed him making a series of promises to Voldemort during the last Triwizard Tournament, when he accidentally entered Voldemort's side using a Portkey, was kidnapped, and in order to survive.
When he saw the contents of the video, his face turned pale and he nearly fainted.
Seeing Fudge's behavior, many people have completely believed the contents of the video.
But to make sure they didn't make a mistake, they also consulted Arthur Weasley, who was most familiar with Muggle items.
Then—
Arthur Weasley confirmed that the video had not been magically altered.
The entire floor instantly erupted in excitement.
"Minister?! Is this for real?"
"So the first barrier—could it be a '7'?"
"We shed our blood for the Ministry of Magic, and you've already knelt before Voldemort?!"
Questions flooded Fudge like a tidal wave, a mixture of anger, disappointment, and fear.
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Some Aurors gripped their wands tightly, their gazes turning cold and menacing as they looked at their ministers.
As people who had just witnessed their teammates fall beside them, as people who had just walked on the edge of death, they were shocked to hear that everything they and their colleagues had suffered was caused by their beloved leader.
How could I have received this?
Fudge wanted to explain, but he couldn't express his grievances.
He didn't set off the first barrier, but the video recording can't be faked. How can he explain this to everyone?
Now that the yellow mud has dripped down my crotch, it's completely impossible to explain.
But should we just not say anything if we can't explain it clearly?
If he didn't speak up, he'd probably be torn to pieces by these angry wizards.
Looking at the pairs of eyes staring at him, some angry and some cold, Fudge felt a chill run down his spine.
"That—that's not—you don't understand, the situation back then was—"
Bertha, her face grim, roared in a low voice, "Quiet! Everyone, calm down! What we need most right now is to hold our ground!"
Fudge glanced at Bertha with considerable gratitude.
He truly lived up to his reputation as Phillips's subordinate, showing great understanding of the bigger picture at this critical moment.
He quickly followed up on Bertha's words, saying, "Yes, yes, the most important thing now is to share a common hatred and face the powerful enemy together!"
But it would have been better if he hadn't spoken; once he started talking, the scene became complete chaos.
"Why should we risk our lives for someone who surrendered to Voldemort?!"
"Yes! If he had already knelt down, what would be the point of us guarding so many barriers?"
The clamor gradually turned into chaos.
Several wands had already been quietly raised and aimed at Fudge.
"We would never risk our lives for Fudge!"
"If we lose, Fudge will still enjoy Voldemort's high-ranking position and generous salary, but what about us?!"
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Bertha, seeing the growing public anger, said with a troubled expression, "So what do we do now? The most urgent thing is to hold the line, prevent Voldemort from breaking in, and wait for reinforcements."
Fudge was even more moved.
Even at this moment, his Auror office director was still thinking about saving him.
And what about Umbridge?
He glanced over and saw that Umbridge, who had been standing next to him, had somehow retreated to the very back of the crowd.
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"We demand Fudge be tried!"
"Even if Voldemort wins, we can't let that guy continue to enjoy himself on everyone's corpses!"
"We'd rather lose than not put Fudge on trial, but before we lose, we'll kill Fudge!"
"Punish him! Put him to trial now!"
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These roars converged into a torrent of public opinion, enough to engulf anyone.
Fudge shuddered, his face turning ashen.
He dared not look at the crowd, for they now seemed more terrifying than Voldemort.
Bertha looked very troubled, but in the end she sighed.
"In that case—I, as the head of the Auror Office, will preside over this provisional trial."
The surroundings fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes were focused on her.
Bertha's tone was icy: "Secretary Cornelius Fudge, are you willing to explain the behavior shown in the video?"
Fudge's lips trembled; he never expected that the person he had just been relying on would abandon him.
"That—that was an accident—I was just coerced, I—"
"Enough," Bertha interrupted coldly.
"The video has proven everything. Do you still want to deny it?"
A chorus of boos and angry shouts erupted from the crowd.
"Logically, if the minister is guilty, he should be sent to Azkaban and tried by Wisengagamo."
Upon hearing this, Fudge felt as if he had come back to life.
The despair in her eyes as she looked at Bertha was now filled with hope.
Send him to Azkaban?
They can't even leave the Ministry of Magic now, how could they possibly send him to Azkaban?
It's clearly a delaying tactic.
The strategy of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao" was a way to save his life.
However, someone immediately interrupted.
"We're out of time! Azkaban? Can you even get him out of here?!"
"Voldemort's army is right outside; are we really going to keep a traitor by our side?!"
The crowd was filled with righteous indignation, and the magic wand was raised high once more.
Bertha nodded, surprisingly agreeing with what these people said.
"That's right. With enemies all around us, Azkaban simply can't be sent out. At this critical moment, the Ministry of Magic needs to eliminate internal threats immediately."
She turned her head and her gaze fell on the trembling Fudge.
“Cornelly Fudge,” she said slowly, “you made a secret pact with the Dark Lord during the Triwizard Tournament, betraying the wizarding world and causing immeasurable damage to all wizards. The evidence is irrefutable.”
She raised her wand, her voice as cold as iron: "I, in my capacity as the head of the Auror office, sentence you to death on the spot."
The direct death sentence was unprecedented in the history of the wizarding world.
However, as the Minister of Magic, his act of defecting to the enemy is unprecedented in the wizarding world for thousands of years.
Special matters require special measures.
No one objected to this.
Fudge knelt on the ground, trembling all over, his face ashen.
"No! Please spare my life! I'm not a traitor, I was just—I was forced into it! Voldemort is terrifying! If you were in my shoes, who wouldn't kneel down?!"
His cries echoed through the hall, but they garnered no sympathy.
"You enjoyed the glory of being a minister, but abandoned us at the crucial moment!"
"We shed our blood for the Ministry of Magic, and you grovel before the Dark Lord!"
"You deserve to die!"
The roars rose and fell, gradually coalescing into a single shout: "Execute him!"
"Execute him!"
Bertha stood before Fudge, her wand already raised high.
"Cornelly Fudge, the evidence of your crimes is irrefutable. Now, whether as an Auror or as a member of the wizarding world, I must give everyone an explanation."
"Please go and die!"
As soon as the words fell—
A red light suddenly burst forth, instantly engulfing Fudge's figure.
With a dull thud, Fudge's body stiffened and he fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, but he was no longer alive.