The staff were even more confused when they heard this.
"Minister, since you know she's lying, why didn't you expose her? Why did you let her keep talking?"
Fudge's face showed a hint of smugness.
"Look at you, shallow, too shallow."
"Can't you use your brains to think?"
"What Tonks said is obviously illogical, but do you think she looks like she's lying? She doesn't, right? The only explanation is that she's under some powerful Confundus Charm and can't figure out what the truth is."
"But first of all, Tonks is an excellent graduate of Hogwarts, with extraordinary strength."
"Moreover, she has undergone Auror training for a period of time. Anti-Confundus Charm training is a basic requirement for Aurors. A Confundus Charm cast by an ordinary wizard couldn't possibly affect Tonks, let alone a Confundus Charm that is ridiculous to this extent."
"Saying such absurd things, Tonks didn't even realize something was wrong. This is terrifying when you think about it!"
Fudge's words made the staff fall into deep thought.
"That's right."
"Thinking about it this way, it is indeed terrifying. Who has such a powerful Confundus Charm?"
"Who can rob Knockturn Alley and plant dark wizards in the mud like potatoes?"
"Who can possess such exquisite Transfiguration skills?"
"Who can make dark wizards not even dare to think of revenge, wishing they could worship him, not even caring that their wands were stolen?"
The next moment, Fudge and the staff simultaneously spoke a name.
"Albus Dumbledore!"
"It's him again!"
Fudge's face was full of certainty.
"Tonks must have discovered that Dumbledore was accumulating wealth while investigating Charle, which is why Dumbledore laid a cruel hand on her."
"Everything matches up!"
"Well, you Dumbledore, you usually pretend to care so much about your students, but in reality, you are ruthless and unscrupulous in your exploitation!"
"You cast a Confundus Charm on Tonks and illegally detained her, causing her mental breakdown."
"As for Charle, you exploited him in every possible way. After the truth was discovered, you even used a Confundus Charm to point everything towards Charle, trying to make Charle Evans a scapegoat."
"I thought I, Fudge, as a politician, was already shameless enough. I didn't expect you, Dumbledore, with your kind face and benevolent eyes, to be even more shameless than me!"
Fudge picked up the notebook recording Tonks's words just now, and a smile reappeared on his face.
"What is this?"
"This is the evidence for Dumbledore's trial in the future!"
Then, Fudge instructed.
"Tonks has made a great contribution. Give her a few more days off and let her get good treatment in the psychiatric department of St. Mungo's Hospital. Don't leave any sequelae!"
...
Time passed minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, it was already evening.
The delivery time mentioned in the letter from the Romanian Dragon Reserve had long passed, but apart from Old Tom knocking to deliver food, there was no other movement at Charle's door.
After waiting for nearly two hours, Charle's expression gradually sank.
He didn't know what had happened.
It wasn't until another letter arrived that Charle's expression became completely cold as iron upon seeing its contents.
Unprecedented fury flickered in his pupils.
The letter was an urgent apology from the Romanian Dragon Reserve.
It mentioned the reason for the delivery delay – this batch of goods was robbed after arriving in Britain!
Bill Weasley, who was responsible for the delivery, was seriously injured and is being treated at St. Mungo's Hospital. The materials from ten fire dragons were all stolen!
The Romanian Dragon Reserve is dealing with the matter urgently and preparing to resend the fire dragon materials to Charle.
However, due to the strict restrictions on dragon slaughter by the International Confederation of Wizards, the materials for the ten fire dragons to be resent to Charle must wait until next month to be dispatched.
Charle clenched his fists tightly.
He had been looking forward to this for so long, and now they were telling him he had to wait another month?
If he waited another month, he would already be at Hogwarts!
Moreover, when it comes to improving strength, being slow by one step means being slow by every step.
Losing hundreds of thousands of deduction points today could very likely affect Charle's next actions, leading to greater losses later.
Charle couldn't wait for this batch of fire dragon materials!
He wanted to see who had the audacity to steal his dragons!
The next moment, a loud bang sounded in the room.
In an instant, Charle arrived at St. Mungo's Hospital and walked inside.
Just then, several loud bangs sounded.
Several Aurors arrived here via Apparition with Tonks, intending to take her to the psychiatric ward for recuperation.
Since she was an Auror injured on duty, the medical staff at St. Mungo's Hospital were waiting at the entrance to provide immediate treatment.
When Tonks appeared, a group of psychiatric medical staff surrounded her.
Seeing this setup, Tonks was stunned for a moment before realizing what was happening.
She said repeatedly,
"There's nothing wrong with my mind!"
"I was just stimulated and lost control of my emotions. I'm not crazy, I don't need psychiatric treatment, I'll be fine after a few days of rest!"
But her attending physician shook his head, his eyes filled with pity.
"I've heard about your situation from the Ministry of Magic."
"You can say such crazy things as a little wizard who hasn't even started school at eleven years old ransacked Knockturn Alley, and you still say there's nothing wrong with your mind?"
"Little girl, don't be afraid to seek medical help."
At this moment, Tonks was about to argue, but the corner of her eye caught sight of Charle.
Charle was approaching her!
Instantly, Tonks' emotions became agitated again.
"It's him!"
"He's the one who ransacked Knockturn Alley!"
"Believe me, I'm telling the truth!"
The Aurors and medical staff all shook their heads.
Without giving Tonks a chance to struggle, several Aurors instantly subdued her.
The medical staff in the psychiatric ward of St. Mungo's Hospital sighed repeatedly.
"Look at you, you're so delirious, and you still say you're fine?"
"That's Mr. Charle Evans, the poor child was kidnapped by a dark wizard not long ago and suffered inhumane torture. How can you say he ransacked Knockturn Alley?"
"This is simply too absurd!"
"If we let you continue like this, perhaps in your delusions, it will even become Mr. Charle Evans who inhumanely tortured that dark wizard and killed him."
The attending physician extended his wand.
"I originally thought conservative treatment would be enough for you, with a very mild spell."
"Now it seems not, we need to increase the dosage!"
As a flash of light passed, Tonks, who was still trying to struggle, immediately fell into a baby-like sleep.
At this time, Charle walked into St. Mungo's Hospital and arrived at Bill Weasley's ward.
Inside the ward, the Weasley family from the original story were all there.
The enthusiastic Mrs. Weasley, the kind and gentle Mr. Weasley, as well as the studious Percy, Ron, the youngest daughter Ginny, and Bill, who was lying in the hospital bed, having just graduated and started working.
Upon seeing Charle walk in, glances of sadness and worry were cast his way.
Mrs. Weasley was crying uncontrollably, and Mr. Weasley, barely controlling his expression, stood up and asked for Charle's identity.
Normally, although Charle had no intention of getting close to the Weasley family, he wouldn't mind exchanging pleasantries.
But today, the deduction points that were supposed to be harvested were delayed, and the magic power of his dragon materials was constantly dissipating. Charle even felt a murderous intent spreading in his heart, so he had no time to exchange pleasantries with the Weasley family.
He came to Bill Weasley's ward only to get clues and retrieve his dragon materials.
"Where were you robbed?"
"What were the characteristics of the person who robbed you?"
Charle stared intently at Bill, who was awake but still very weak, on the hospital bed.
Bill was startled, and quickly recognized Charle's identity, a look of guilt and self-reproach appearing on his face.
The loss of ten dragon materials was a loss that selling him wouldn't make up for.
As the buyer, Charle's loss was considerable.
Bill whispered,
"I had just entered British territory and was following the prescribed route for transporting dragon materials. When I was in Cornwall, my colleague beside me betrayed me."
"He and several ambushing magical creature hunters attacked me and stole all the briefcases containing the dragon materials."
Charle said coldly,
"Colleague betrayed you?"
"Cornwall?"
"Do you have anything of his? Anything at all."
Bill was startled for a moment, then with difficulty pulled out a piece of torn cloth from his pocket.
"I tore this off him during our struggle. Will this work?"
Charle took the piece of cloth, nodded, and walked out without looking back.
How dare he steal from me, how dare he make me lose deduction points...
"Unforgivable, unforgivable!"
In Charle's eyes, orange vertical pupils suddenly appeared!
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