Chapter 241: Fudge's Dispute

With the combined effects of Madam Pomfrey and Snape's potions, Jane Yu's back healed in just a few minutes.

However, the head of the infirmary insisted she stay for observation overnight, complaining:

"What if there are internal injuries? First dragons, then mermaids, and now spiders! I don't understand why the school allows these crazy things in!"

Dumbledore, who arrived at the infirmary's entrance, felt as though he had been metaphorically struck in the knee. He coughed twice:

"Ahem, Poppy, it's just a special arrangement for the Triwizard Tournament."

Madam Pomfrey nodded sternly and said:

"Yes, Albus, a very good arrangement indeed. On the first day of the competition, my burn potions were used up, and by the second event, all the cold potions were gone. Even St. Mungo's doesn't consume supplies as fast as Hogwarts."

Dumbledore awkwardly chuckled, and even Jane Yu admired his strong psychological resilience.

He walked to her bedside, the joy of his own child winning the championship made him so happy that his beard curled up a bit, and he decided to reward her:

"You represented Hogwarts and won the championship. Is there any reward you would like?"

Jane Yu replied without hesitation:

"Exemption from final exams?"

Dumbledore's smile froze, and he quickly answered:

"That's not possible."

"Then exemption from group assignments?" Jane Yu continued to ask.

"That's also not possible." Dumbledore quickly stopped her from slacking off, "Once this year's grades are out, when you go to Beauxbatons next school year, they'll only let you advance to the fifth year if everything is in order."

Jane Yu dejectedly buried her head in the pillow.

This championship... aside from the 1000 Galleons being enticing...

There's really no benefit at all!

Still have to take exams and write assignments, and it messed up all the expected plot...

Hopefully, the Triwizard Tournament will leave Hogwarts.

She glanced at the box full of prize money on the bedside table and suddenly remembered her suitcase that nearly lost both Galleons and Nifflers when she was carried underwater.

It seems that eggs shouldn't be put in one basket, and Galleons shouldn't be kept in one suitcase either.

"I need to open a Gringotts vault, the safest kind."

Expecting her to ask for class exemptions and planning to politely refuse, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and swiftly agreed to her request.

"Of course. I'll cover the storage fees for you."

He then proceeded with a round of praise:

"Cedric and Harry said you waited for them in the maze, hoping to start on the same footing—very commendable, very sportsmanlike! Emphasizing fair play!"

Jane Yu remained expressionless, Dumbledore's words went in one ear and out the other.

If she said she was just waiting for the withdrawal cooldown, would he believe it?

Seeing his cheerful and excited appearance, it seemed unlikely.

Dumbledore was about to continue his praising prowess but was interrupted by the sudden arrival of Minister Fudge at the door.

The minister looked very upset, slamming his hat heavily onto a nearby medical cabinet, causing the potions inside to shake.

Jane Yu noticed his hair seemed to have thinned more, and his forehead was covered in sweat:

"Albus, you've been hard to find!"

Interrupted during his time with the child, Dumbledore's smile vanished, his expression remained kind but now carried a hint of coldness:

"Cornelius, since you're here today, I think we could have discussed this later in the headmaster's office?"

But Fudge couldn't wait another second, he glanced at Jane Yu lying on the bed and spoke bluntly:

"I don't have time for your family time, Albus. We'll talk here, and then I'll leave."

"Oh?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow in surprise, the coldness on his face almost turning to ice, "I believe I've already told you what needs to be done, those Dementors—"

"Stop joking, driving away Dementors?" Fudge's voice suddenly became exceptionally loud, "Impossible! We don't have the manpower to guard Azkaban, they'll protest and oust me—"

"Karkaroff has escaped," Dumbledore pointed out coldly, "which means Voldemort has summoned him, making him afraid."

"If he's truly resurrected, he will definitely gather his most loyal followers, most of whom are in Azkaban, and the Dementors are his allies."

Fudge's back was almost drenched in sweat, he avoided the topic, instead looking at Dumbledore with a strange expression and asked:

"You—Dumbledore—are talking nonsense again, Headmaster Karkaroff resigned due to illness, everyone knows that."

Dumbledore was about to speak, but Fudge cut him off, questioning in a fierce tone:

"I want to ask you, Dumbledore, what kind of impact do you want to have on the Ministry of Magic?"

"For the past two months, the department has been in turmoil, what do you want the Aurors and my subordinates to do? You're undermining my authority, trying to pull them into your own camp, aren't you?"

Is the Ministry of Magic having internal strife?

Jane Yu raised an eyebrow with interest.

"Stubbornness." Dumbledore looked at him with disappointment, having recognized Fudge's true nature, he continued, "The only thing I oppose is Voldemort. As for your officials, some will see the truth and choose justice."

Fudge could barely stand, he grabbed his hat and placed it on his head, stumbled, and hurried towards the door:

"It seems we can't reach an agreement, that's enough for today, I've had enough."

"There's still a chance to turn back before it's too late." Dumbledore said calmly behind him, "Voldemort's body is very weak, he doesn't dare to expose this fact, only testing—if you act in time—"

The door slammed shut by Fudge.

Dumbledore sighed, then ruffled Jane Yu's head like she did with the Nifflers, and said with relief:

"He's good at hiding, with a baby's body, afraid of being backstabbed by his not-so-loyal followers, only daring to test one by one... I think we have time to deal with him, Director Bones has helped a lot, those Aurors have been secretly searching for his whereabouts."

He changed the subject with a smile:

"As for you—study hard, prepare for the final exams, and perform well when you go to Beauxbatons—"

Jane Yu pulled the blanket over her head and plugged her ears with her fingers, focusing on ignoring what she saw and heard.

Only the thought of life at Beauxbatons in a few months cheered her up a bit.

Dumbledore had no choice but to leave with regret.

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