novelcrest Chapter 612 Fudge: Me? I'm the mole?
Chapter 612 Fudge: Me? I'm the mole?
Chapter 608 Fudge: Me? I'm the mole?
"What?!"
Despite seeing Bertha and the others looking dejected, Fudge had already guessed the outcome.
but----
I'm still feeling hopeless.
Despite the Ministry of Magic's extensive preparations, Voldemort's army is already at the city's gates in no time.
he is very angry.
"Jorkins, what have you done?!"
Before Fudge could even speak, Umbridge jumped out eagerly from the side.
Bertha ignored Umbridge.
Umbridge had long been removed from her position as Deputy Minister of Magic, and given her status, she had no right to question this head of the Auror's office.
"Minister, I need to mobilize some of my colleagues to set up a barrier to buy time for reinforcements to arrive."
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Fudge suddenly realized, yes, this is the most important thing right now.
only----
Even though he already knew the outcome, he still couldn't resist asking, "Will this kind of barrier work against Voldemort?"
Bertha's silence was the best answer.
In a very short time, a group of Ministry of Magic staff, or "volunteers," were selected to work with the Aurors by channeling their magic into the barrier.
In less than three minutes, a barrier was formed.
One is far from enough.
The second, third, and fourth stages are under construction, with every second counting.
As white barriers appeared in his field of vision, Fudge regained some of his confidence, a rare occurrence.
So many people—
Should we be able to stall for a while?
What's puzzling is:
There was no sound coming from upstairs. What were Voldemort and the others doing?
Shouldn't we seize this opportunity and take advantage of the chaos at the Ministry of Magic to launch a full-scale attack?
Do not understand.
Fudge felt that Voldemort knew less about military matters than he did.
If it were him, he would have done it.
But in short, Voldemort gave them a chance to catch their breath, and they couldn't afford to miss it.
The Auror who was injured in the first battle also took the opportunity to receive treatment.
Some of the exhausted Aurors were replaced and allowed to rest.
Fudge, Umbridge, Bertha, and other high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic held an impromptu meeting here.
"What caused the first barrier to be breached so quickly?"
This topic was inevitably brought to the forefront.
Everyone looked at Bertha, wanting an explanation.
Seeing this, Bertha could only "tell the truth" and frankly said, "Given the scale of the barrier, even if Mysterio, Dumbledore, and Grindelwald broke through together, it would still take at least several hours—"
There is only one such case.
There's a mole.
"The traitor closed the barrier from the inside, letting in the Mystic and the Death Eater army."
His words drew gasps of surprise from everyone present.
Everyone unconsciously looks at their "neighbors".
"You mean—someone betrayed the Ministry of Magic?" Fudge narrowed his eyes, his tone icy.
He's even angrier now.
This move undoubtedly ended half of his political career.
Even if he gets through this difficult time smoothly, this incident will be seen by outsiders as a stain that will accompany him for the rest of his life.
This matter also requires a swift decision.
If there's a traitor among them, then the barrier we've built now is useless.
"Who do you think is the mole, Director Jorkins?"
Fudge posed the question to Bertha, wanting to hear her advice.
Bertha shook her head, and just as she was about to speak, she heard a commotion coming from the direction of the wizard who was building the barrier.
"Here comes the paper airplane!" someone shouted.
Paper airplanes are a common tool for transmitting information between different departments within the Ministry of Magic.
At times like these, it's almost never a question of who the sender is:
Voldemort.
Fudge's heart sank, thinking to himself that it was probably a letter urging him to surrender.
He guessed half right.
Not just one, but hundreds of paper airplanes simultaneously poured out of the elevator entrance, like a torrential downpour, or like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, landing at everyone's feet and on their shoulders.
A wizard curiously unfolded a card, his gaze instantly freezing and his pupils shrinking sharply.
The letter was written in neat ink:
Connery Fudge, your mission is complete. Now you can hand over the Ministry of Magic to us.
We don't want to cause any more casualties—so please open the doors and hand over control.
Resistance will only lead to more deaths.
Your master.
Voldemort.
At the end of the letter, there was a jet-black snake-shaped mark at the signature. With a slight sway, it seemed as if a chill could seep through the fibers and penetrate straight into one's bone marrow.
However, it's not the snake-shaped mark that's creepy.
It was the contents of the letter itself.
They never imagined that their leader had already surrendered to the Dark Lord.
What do they mean by that?
Hearing the commotion and feeling the stares of the crowd, Fudge suddenly had a bad feeling.
He also picked up the paper airplane next to him and quickly glanced at it.
What?
Is he an undercover agent?
How could he not know?