Chapter 833

Fudge took off his pinstriped cloak, threw it aside, hitched up his dark green suit trousers, and sat down opposite Harry.

"Harry, I am Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic."

Harry, of course, already knew who he was.

He had seen his face in the newspaper more than once; just now, right below the face of Sirius Black, was this very round face of Minister Fudge.

Tom, the pub landlord, appeared again, wearing an apron over his pajama-style shirt, carrying a tray with tea and crumpets.

He placed the tray between them, left the private room, and closed the door.

"Ah, Harry,"

Fudge said while pouring tea,

"to be honest, you really have us in a tizzy. To think you escaped from your aunt and uncle's house like that!

I had thought... but you are safe now, and that is what matters most."

Fudge took a crumpet himself, spread some butter on it, and then pushed the plate toward Harry.

"Eat, Harry, you look like you're about to collapse. Don't be shy, Mr. Green."

Fudge looked at Xiang Xien with a smile again.

The way the three of them were sitting was quite interesting: Harry was sitting against the wall, while Xiang Xien had been ushered by Fudge to sit on the same side as himself.

Looking at it this way, it almost seemed as if Fudge and Xiang Xien were putting Harry on trial.

"You see, your Aunt Marge was blown up, but you were nowhere to be found, Harry.

It's hard for us not to draw conclusions...

However... you are clever, Harry. You found someone to help you.

For Mr. Green's sake, the Ministry of Magic has already smoothed over the unfortunate incident of Miss Marge Dursley being inflated, and I think you will be pleased to hear that.

Two hours ago, two members of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad were sent to Privet Drive. Miss Dursley has been deflated, and her memory has been modified.