Chapter 681 (1/2)

”Dumbledore, I'm afraid I can't see any connection between the two, not at all!” This is the voice of Cornell fudge, Minister of magic.

”Ruth said that Percy's best thing is to get lost. We should have found her by now, I admit, but all the same, we have no evidence of cheating or dirty private deals. Dumbledore, not at all. How could her disappearance be associated with the accident of crouch

”And what do you think happened to crouch, Mr. Minister?” Said moody in his deep voice.

”I think there are two possibilities, alasto,” fudge said. ”One is that crouch finally became schizophrenic - and from his personal records, I think you agree, he's not just like - he's insane, and then he's wandering around --”

”so he's wandering really fast, if that's true, Connelly.” Dumbledore said calmly.

”Or - what...” Fudge's voice sounds awkward.

”All right. I have to see where he was found before I can make a conclusion, but you say it's not far from busbarton's carriage? Dumbledore, do you know the woman

”I think she's a very responsible headmistress - and she dances very well.” Dumbledore said faintly.

”Dumbledore, all right!” Fudge said angrily, ”you shouldn't be particularly fond of her because of Hagrid. They're not harmless - if, in fact, you can say that Hagrid is harmless, even if the monster is following him -”

”I treat both of them equally, neither doubting Hagrid nor Mrs. Maxim.” Dumbledore remained calm. ”I think it's your bias, Cornell.”

”Can we pause the discussion first?” Moody growled.

”Well, well, let's go to the forest together.” Cornell said impatiently.

”No, I don't mean that.” Moody said, ”because Potter and Al want to have a word with you, Dumbledore. They're right outside the door. ”

The door of the office opened.

Fanlin sorted it out. Eavesdropping is probably over here.

”Hello, Al Porter,” moody said. ”You come in.”

Harry came in.

He had been in Dumbledore's office before; it was a very beautiful round room with pictures of Hogwarts' presidents and wives on the wall, sleeping soundly and their chests undulating slightly.

Fudge stood at Dumbledore's table, wearing his usual pinstriped coat and greyish green bowler hat.

”Harry!” ”How are you?” cried fudge cheerfully

”Good!” Harry lied. ”We are talking about Mr. crouch being found in the forest that night.” The rule of law says, ”did you find him?”

”No, it's Fanlin...” Said Harry.

Then, feeling a little impolite to pretend that he hadn't heard them talking outside the door, he added, ”I didn't see Mrs. Maxim anywhere. Maybe she had work to do, didn't she?”

Dumbledore stood behind fudge, smiling and blinking at him.

”Yes.” Fudge looked embarrassed. He mistook the person who found it, and then Maxim was not there.