Chapter 84 Bet

Fudge is very busy these days, but at least there is good news, that is, the heir who caused trouble during this period has finally been caught.

In fact, that person has been arrested for almost half a month, but all the court procedures were just completed today.

A man named "Tom Riddle".

However, Fudge thought this was somewhat ridiculous, because according to the situation Dumbledore explained to him, this Tom Riddle seemed to have been fifty years ago. And this morning, he took a look at that heinous criminal before he was taken to Azkaban.

Unexpectedly, that man didn't look fierce at all. If anything, Fudge felt that he was quite talented, and he was clearly still a student. How could he be from fifty years ago?

But he looked through the roster of graduates at Hogwarts over the years and did find a man named "Tom Riddle" fifty years ago. However, there is currently no evidence to show that the arrested boy is "Tom Riddle" Tom Riddle".

The other party neither complained about injustice nor admitted anything he had done.

In fact, the boy didn't want to say a word other than insisting that his name was "Sellers." And he kept smiling at Dumbledore during the trial.

Even Dumbledore himself was a little confused.

But no matter what, the boy was already on his way to Azkaban. It no longer matters whether the successor is him or not. All the people want is a result, regardless of whether it is right or wrong.

Even if it is wrong, it is endorsed by Dumbledore, so what does it have to do with him, Cornelius Fudge?

He returned to his office and as soon as he sat down, Umbridge knocked on the door and said sweetly: "Mr. Minister, you have a new appointment."

"Appointment?" Fudge was upset. He didn't remember any important meeting today.

"It's Lucius Malfoy." Umbridge held the doorknob with one hand and pressed the other hand on the door frame. Her voice was sharper than before, and her words were full of financial hints.

Fudge knew immediately that his fortune was coming.

"Let him in."

Umbridge smiled as if her throat was being strangled and closed the door. Then, a man with long white hair and a somewhat pretentious look holding an aristocratic silver crutch walked in with his head held high.

"Long time no see, Mr. Malfoy, I think you came here because of the curse that threatened other school directors? Let me tell you, this matter is really not that easy to handle. They all want to make you suffer now. Woolen cloth."

As soon as Fudge saw Malfoy, he immediately put on a distressed look, like a shrewd businessman.

"Sir, I have concerns about this." Malfoy walked straight to Fudge's table and slammed a full bag in front of Fudge. "But I want to know more, that -' Tom "Riddle'" He seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage to say the name. After a pause for a few seconds, he continued, "Is he really captured and sent to Azkaban?"

Fudge almost threw himself on the big bag of gold galleons, beaming with joy:

"Dumbledore caught him personally. Is that still false? Mr. Malfoy, we all believe that the so-called threat was just a little joke. It is absurd for anyone to convict you of this. But Hogwarts I have no way to interfere with the internal decisions of the school board." Fudge quickly put away the big bag of gold galleons, as if he was afraid that Malfoy would regret it.

"Thank you very much. I'll take my leave now..." Malfoy's expression was gloomy and he knocked the cane in his hand on the ground with a crackling sound. He walked to the door, put his palm on the handle, stopped suddenly, and turned half of his body.

"I wonder if I have the right to see Mr. Tom Riddle?"

"In principle, it's not possible. Let me tell you, Mr. Malfoy. Dumbledore actually suspects that you are related to Riddle." Fudge said a little embarrassed.

Hearing this, Malfoy did not hesitate and immediately threw out a large sum of Galleons.

Fudge took a deep breath and rubbed his fat hands together uncontrollably: "I heard that Mrs. Malfoy has two relatives in Azkaban? Why don't you go visit them? I don't think anyone has Qualifications disagree.”

"Thank you, Lord Minister, for your advice." Malfoy closed the door with a bang.

After walking out of the Ministry of Magic, Narcissa had been waiting anxiously outside for a long time. When she saw Malfoy coming out, she hurriedly went up to him, took Malfoy's arm, and whispered into her ear: "Is the news true? That person Really..."

"It's true, but no one knows whether he was really imprisoned or did it on purpose. I heard that he kept smiling during the trial. Maybe he was planning to rescue those Death Eaters?" Lucius ·This is what Malfoy couldn't figure out.

"You go back and write a visitation application, and we go and see Sirius Black. It will be said to the outside world that he is plotting against the Black family's property."

Narcissa nodded stiffly.

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Cyrus faced the floor, his hands were fastened behind his back by magic, his legs were bent, and his originally meticulous black hair fell down, blocking his sight.

The prison car kept moving forward. He didn't know how long it took before he heard thunder coming from outside. At the same time, the temperature in the air began to drop.

Cyrus immediately realized that he was close to Azkaban.

Azkaban is located in the North Sea. The temperature here is indeed lower than other places, but it is June after all, so it is not cold enough. The only explanation is that there are a large number of Soul Eaters gathered here.

Soul Eaters have the ability to change the climate. One or two Soul Eaters can lower the temperature of an area. If a large number of Soul Eaters gather together, they will form a dark world without sunlight.

However, if the plan goes well, he doesn't care about the guards in Azkaban.

The hair on his forehead swayed, and suddenly, a hair fell down and turned into a green leaf in front of him. Cyrus quickly raised his chin to catch the leaf and put it in his mouth.

This is the leaf of Mandrake. Cyrus just picked a few leaves thinking that it might be useful. Unexpectedly, it has really become his life-saving straw now.

Half a month ago, on the night when he was caught by Dumbledore, he had already thought about how to escape from Azkaban.

Becoming an Animagus is the best way.

It was not easy to operate, but it was his last resort, and today was a full moon.

To complete the Animagus transformation, several other materials were needed. He was betting that Lucius Malfoy would come to Azkaban to visit him after knowing that he was imprisoned.

He won the bet.