Chapter 687: Stubborn Fudge

Harry's words were like dropping a depth bomb in the calm black lake, making the atmosphere in the principal's office agitated.

Dumbledore frowned, staring at Harry without speaking.

Fudge's expression on the side was almost distorted, and he interrupted Harry's words angrily. "Nonsense! You will never have seen him, you must be lying!"

"I didn't, sir..." Harry eagerly wanted to explain, but before he could say a few words, he was interrupted by Umbridge.

"You just said you knew the mysterious man's plan, Potter?" Umbridge demanded.

Harry nodded blankly.

"This is the biggest lie! If, as you said, the mysterious man is still alive and planning a secret plan, then how did you know the news?" Umbridge's words are very harsh, a pair of poisonous snakes. Normal eyes stared directly at Harry.

"Voldemort said it himself!" Harry responded loudly. "I had a dream. In the dream I became a snake and sneaked into a small room. Voldemort was staying there. He was talking to Peter Pettigrew..."

Before he could finish speaking, Umbridge laughed mockingly. "A dream?"

"Ah, it seems that things can't be clearer..." Fudge's mouth also raised a sneer smile, he turned to look at the Aurors, and said.

"Everyone heard that? Mr. Potter intends to tell us that he has had a few nightmares these days and dreams of a mysterious man trying to murder him. This may scare him so much that he has to sneak into the principal's room in the middle of the night. Seek comfort..."Nêww chapters will be fully updated at novelhall.com

Hearing this, several Aurors laughed one after another, and the solemn atmosphere in the principal's room was swept away.

"This is not the first time, Mr. Minister! I also dreamed of him last time. He wanted to send someone to catch me, and then Barty Crouch Jr. threw my name into the Goblet of Fire!" Harry stammered to excuse.

"It should be Batty here!" Dumbledore said, guessing, turning his head and looking at the door.

Fudge stopped.

As Dumbledore had expected, Crouch quickly walked in from the door, and Moody followed him with a cane.

After entering the door, Moody's blue magic eye swept around in the principal's room, noticed the expressions on the faces of Fudge and Dumbledore, and grinned and spoke.

"It seems that your talks are not going well?"

"Connelly doesn't agree with me..." Dumbledore replied, raising his brows.

"How do you want me to believe you, Albus?" Fudgefu said angrily. "The Ministry of Magic is a place for proof You can't expect me to tell those Aurors—Magic Harry Potter, the world’s savior, had a dream, so they had to spend time and effort to find the mysterious man who had been dead for more than ten years!"

"Not only that, a lot of evidence has always been placed in front of you, Connelly! It's just that you insist on not believing it!" Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"Evidence? Where is it? Why didn't I see it?" Fudge said with a sneer, then he turned his gaze to the ground again.

"Or, do you mean this scorched corpse with a blind face? No one can prove that he is Barty Crouch Jr.!"

"I can prove it!" Crouch, who had been silent for a long time, took a few steps closer, and he was also looking at the corpse covered with white cloth, with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Connelly! He is my son. I can't make a mistake, and there is no need to lie to you... Besides, I think you should listen to Albus's advice carefully. If there is anything you don't understand , I am happy to answer for you..."

"No, I don't think it's necessary! You're arrested now, Batty!" Fudge said coldly. He waved his hand, and Umbridge immediately surrounded him with people.