"According to reliable information we have recently received, the notorious Fenrir Greyback has been secretly active in the past six months and has now privately recruited a large number of werewolves, but the Ministry of Magic is surprisingly indifferent to this..."
Sirius' voice was heard on the radio, broadcasting to everyone on Christmas Eve. This was something Sirius had planned a long time ago. It was a Christmas gift to the loyal listeners of Wizard Watch. He also intended to use it to promote the reputation of Wizard Watch and Defense Express.
In Albert's words, the most critical moment has arrived.
Those who tuned in to the Wizard Lookout were stunned by the news broadcast on the radio.
Especially the families of Hogwarts students, they obviously did not expect to hear such alarmist "secret news".
“… Everyone should pay attention to the safety of themselves and their families, especially on nights with a full moon. Don’t run around and don’t give them the opportunity to hurt you. It is also best to use protective spells to protect your home and family. A house alone is not safe enough. The notorious Fenrir Greyback has broken into homes and attacked the owners of houses more than once.”
"We will soon publish another issue on how to protect yourself and your family from the threat of werewolves, and how to set up defensive magic around your home. If you are interested, you can look forward to the Defense Express in early January.
Sirius, who was in the broadcasting room, glanced at Lupin beside him and continued to speak into the microphone: "Perhaps, there are a few kind werewolves among them. I know one, but don't have too many expectations of most werewolves, especially those who were won over by Fenrir Greyber. That guy stood on Voldemort's side in the First Wizarding War and was a vicious villain comparable to the Death Eaters."
Sirius picked up another piece of parchment and continued, "The following is a follow-up to the incident in which Dolores Umbridge, Deputy Minister of Magic and Senior Inquisitor, was suspected of being cursed by the Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
"At present, Umbridge still suffers from a very serious skin disease. If I must describe it, she looks like a human-shaped toad. I received a photo from an unknown person a while ago. She really looks like a human-shaped toad. She is currently receiving treatment in the Hogwarts Hospital and is temporarily unable to continue teaching Hogwarts students."
"According to the latest news we have received, Dolores Umbridge's illness is likely to be caused by human factors, rather than the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Currently, an organization called the Anti-Toad League claims to be responsible for this matter. For this reason, I strongly condemn the actions of the Anti-Toad League. As we all know, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has always been a very labor-intensive job. Since the curse, more than fifty professors have been replaced. There are not many wizards who dare to accept and take up this position..."
At this moment, the broadcast from the Wizarding Lookout was playing in the Hogwarts Hospital. Umbridge, who was supposed to be lying on the bed, was rummaging around, trying to find the source of the sound.
Umbridge still couldn't find the radio, and just as she was about to leave the school hospital in a rage, she ran into Madam Pomfrey who had just finished her meal.
Finally, under the watchful eyes of the head nurse, Umbridge returned to the bed. As for the pink toad on the Christmas tree beside the bed, she had forcibly removed it and blasted it to pieces with her wand.
"… We sincerely hope that she will recover soon. Let us here offer Professor Umbridge the heartfelt blessings of the students of Hogwarts…"
"I hope you can continue to look like a toad. Hogwarts is more important without you than anything else - ahem, I dare say this is a letter from the Anti-Toad League. It's really too arrogant. Let's move on to the next greeting card." Sirius said seriously.
"Thank you for all the laughs we've had this year. The memory of you turning into a pink toad is so deeply rooted in everyone's heart that they're planning to erect a statue of you to immortalize you in Hogwarts - Oh my God, let me see, I don't believe there's not a normal Christmas card among all these!"
"Sirius Black," Umbridge said through gritted teeth.
"Calm down, ma'am. Being irritable isn't good for your recovery. I suggest you turn off the broadcast." Madam Pomfrey suggested expressionlessly as she brought Umbridge tonight's potion.
If she could, she would have done so long ago.
Umbridge stared at Madam Pomfrey, suspecting that she was the one behind it.
In fact, she really misunderstood. It was the house-elf's doing.
The radio was actually cast under a strong Disillusionment and Shielding Charm, and was hidden, so Umbridge couldn't find it.
The broadcast on the radio continued, and the content of the report made Umbridge feel more and more horrified and angry.
"The following is reliable information provided by a certain prophet who wishes to remain anonymous: the Death Eaters are planning an escape from Azkaban..."
Umbridge originally didn't believe in prophecies, but after Sybill Trelawney's tricks, she became extremely wary of those damn prophecies.
"… Antonin Dolohov, Bellatrix Lestrange and ten other Death Eater prisoners currently imprisoned in Azkaban will escape. Friendly reminder, if any of you have a grudge against them, you'd better be extra vigilant to avoid revenge from the Death Eaters. Don't count on the conscience of the Death Eaters unless you are willing to gamble with your own life and the lives of your family."
"Although the Dementors are still guarding Azkaban, they are Voldemort's natural allies, because Voldemort can give the Dementors far more than the Ministry of Magic, so the Dementors' betrayal is only a matter of time. Dumbledore has warned everyone more than once that the Dementors are unreliable. Let us wait and see whether his words can be verified. By the way, according to the information provided by the prophet who wishes to remain anonymous, the Dementors will move closer to Voldemort before the end of next summer. I really hope his prediction is wrong. I wish you all good luck, and I wish the entire wizarding world good luck."
Rufus Scrimgeour stared at the Christmas present he had just received and fell into a brief silence.
He originally thought that someone had sent him an item with a black magic curse, but he didn't expect it to be a radio. When Scrimgeour was studying the radio, the voice of Sirius Black suddenly came from the radio. Scrimgeour's qualities as the head of the Auror Office made him quickly realize that someone wanted him to hear the content of the broadcast.
In fact, the content of Sirius Black's Christmas broadcast was indeed a bit scary, and if it were known, it would cause panic in the entire wizarding world.
If the Ministry of Magic had not been able to find where he was hiding, he would have been imprisoned in Azkaban prison for disturbing public order.
At first, Rufus Scrimgeour thought the news on the radio was fake and a boring trick of Dumbledore, but the Auror's intuition told him that the broadcast was probably not made by Dumbledore, and that the old man would not do such a boring thing.
The content of the broadcast should not be fake. The guy who sent him the radio obviously wanted him to hear the content of the broadcast so as to be more vigilant and prevent certain bad things from happening: such as the Azkaban prison break
In his position as the Head of the Auror Office, he might indeed be able to prevent the impending prison break.
This is very likely the case, otherwise why would the other party send him a radio
But, will there really be an Azkaban prison break in the near future
Rufus Scrimgeour frowned deeply.
This is not good news.
He had never really cared about this matter. Although Dumbledore had reminded Fudge, there was indeed no evidence to prove that a prison break would happen in Azkaban. What was worse was that Fudge's suppression of Dumbledore had led to turmoil within the entire Ministry of Magic. Now Fudge's position was becoming increasingly unstable, and some of the things he did were also very extreme.
In fact, Scrimgeour could understand Fudge's thoughts. After all, Fudge was the Minister of Magic. He needed to consider many things and meet everyone's expectations instead of "doing whatever he wants" like Dumbledore. This involved certain political factors.
However, Fudge did a terrible job.
He is not a qualified politician and is almost at the end of his rope.
Scrimgeour could even imagine that if the Azkaban prison break was real, he might really be driven out of power as predicted.
This is actually good news.
Listening to Blake talking about Cornelius Fudge's successor without any scruples on the radio, Scrimgeour's heart also felt a little turbulent. Especially when he became one of the two designated candidates, Scrimgeour's heartbeat really couldn't help but speed up.
However, Scrimgeour soon regained his composure, because the probability of Amelia Bones becoming the new Minister of Magic was obviously greater than that of himself. As the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, which is the core of power, Amelia Bones could be said to be Fudge's successor. She was impeccable in every aspect, had a distinguished family background, was serious and fair, and also spared no effort in combating the forces of darkness.
However, Scrimgeour didn't understand why Blake said that he had a higher chance of becoming the minister
Become a minister!
If I really become a minister!
Scrimgeour quickly shook off these unrealistic thoughts. He now only hoped that Fudge would step down as soon as possible.
There's no way around it. Fudge has been performing really badly recently, making the Ministry of Magic a mess.
Although Scrimgeour was also dissatisfied with Dumbledore's approach, it was actually a better option at the moment to keep in step with Dumbledore as much as possible. That would be more conducive to the unity of the wizarding world. Moreover, they could cooperate on certain matters and there was no need to make the problem so rigid.
Scrimgeour didn't listen to what Blake said next. He had been thinking about what he would do if he became the Minister of Magic and stood in Fudge's position.
It was unknown how much time had passed before Scrimgeour came to his senses. The broadcast was almost over.
"… We are trying to interview Harry Potter. If he is willing to be interviewed, I think everyone will be able to get the truth soon. At that time, I will also reveal to everyone the details of the night of Voldemort's resurrection and the Death Eaters hiding among us."
"Of course, you can also regard my words as a bad joke and those prophecies as a shocking hoax. I don't intend to convince you, because you will soon be able to see with your own eyes how far the truth is from what I said."
Finally, I wish you all a Merry Christmas!
The radio fell silent and Scrimgeour fell silent, because according to Blake's prophecy, it would be a long time before they could get a glimpse of the truth.
"Azkaban breakout?"
"Is it true?"
"Can I stop it?"
"What if Voldemort really comes back to life?"
If I really became the Minister of Magic, could I really do better
Scrimgeour fell into a further long silence.
The case of Barty Crouch might be a good choice.
…
"Scrimgeour will be the new Minister?" Katrina asked.
"Yes." Albert stopped the radio and said calmly, "A poor unlucky guy."
"Bad luck?"
"This involves some secrets and cannot be disclosed for the time being." Albert said mysteriously.
"You always like to keep things mysterious." Katrina knew Albert wouldn't say anything, so she didn't ask any more questions.
"You made the prediction?" Mrs. McDougal understood. "Are you the prophet who doesn't want to reveal his name?"
"Yes." Albert nodded. "Unfortunately, most people will not accept the truth before a crisis occurs."
"That's right, all wizards are like this." Mrs. McDougal sighed.
"So I can only do my best, and I don't really care about the final result," Albert said calmly, "because it would be arrogant to try to stop everything from happening."
"I believe you." Yin Zebel leaned his head on Albert's shoulder.
"How long will this chaos last?" asked Mrs. MacDougal.
"It's hard to say. Maybe it will be over in a few years, or maybe it will take longer." Albert shook his head and said, "I prefer the former."
"I still think it's best for you to go abroad and leave Europe." Mrs. McDougal looked at the two of them and said, "Stay away from this troubled place and come back when everything is stable."
"I know exactly what I'm doing, and I will protect their safety," Albert said calmly. "I've left myself a way out. If things really develop into the worst situation, I will take them away immediately."
Mrs. McDougal didn't say anything more about it. She turned to look at Katrina and warned, "After graduation, don't run around and don't cause trouble for others."
"I'm not. It's my mother who's more worrying," Katrina retorted stubbornly.