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The
Prime
Minister
had
hoped
beyond
hope
that
dragons
and
sphinxes
would
be
the
worst
of
it
,
but
no
.
Less
than
two
years
later
,
Fudge
had
erupted
out
of
the
fire
yet
again
,
this
time
with
the
news
that
there
had
been
a
mass
breakout
from
Azkaban
.
"
A
mass
breakout
?
"
repeated
the
Prime
Minister
hoarsely
.
"
No
need
to
worry
,
no
need
to
worry
!
"
shouted
Fudge
,
already
with
one
foot
in
the
flames
.
"
We
'll
have
them
rounded
up
in
no
time
--
just
thought
you
ought
to
know
!
"
And
before
the
Prime
Minister
could
shout
,
"
Now
,
wait
just
one
moment
!
"
Fudge
had
vanished
in
a
shower
of
green
sparks
.
Whatever
the
press
and
the
opposition
might
say
,
the
Prime
Minister
was
not
a
foolish
man
.
It
had
not
escaped
his
notice
that
,
despite
Fudge
's
assurances
at
their
first
meeting
,
they
were
now
seeing
rather
a
lot
of
each
other
,
nor
that
Fudge
was
becoming
more
flustered
with
each
visit
.
Little
though
he
liked
to
think
about
the
Minister
of
Magic
(
or
,
as
he
always
called
Fudge
in
his
head
,
the
Other
Minister
)
,
the
Prime
Minister
could
not
help
but
fear
that
the
next
time
Fudge
appeared
it
would
be
with
graver
news
still
.
The
site
,
therefore
,
of
Fudge
stepping
out
of
the
fire
once
more
,
looking
disheveled
and
fretful
and
sternly
surprised
that
the
Prime
Minister
did
not
know
exactly
why
he
was
there
,
was
about
the
worst
thing
that
had
happened
in
the
course
of
this
extremely
gloomy
week
.
"
How
should
I
know
what
's
going
on
in
the
--
er
--
Wizarding
community
?
"
snapped
the
Prime
Minister
now
.
"
I
have
a
country
to
run
and
quite
enough
concerns
at
the
moment
without
--
"
"
We
have
the
same
concerns
,
"
Fudge
interrupted
.
"
The
Brockdale
Bridge
did
n't
wear
out
.
That
was
n't
really
a
hurricane
.
Those
murders
were
not
the
work
of
Muggles
.
And
Herbert
Chorley
's
family
would
be
safer
without
him
.
We
are
currently
making
arrangements
to
have
him
transferred
to
St.
Mungo
's
Hospital
for
Magical
Maladies
and
Injuries
.
The
move
should
be
affected
tonight
.
"
"
What
do
you
...
I
'm
afraid
I.
.
.
what
?
"
blustered
the
Prime
Minister
.
Fudge
took
a
great
,
deep
breath
and
said
,
"
Prime
Minister
,
I
am
very
sorry
to
have
to
tell
you
that
he
's
back
.
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named
is
back
.
"
"
Back
?
When
you
say
'
back
'
...
he
's
alive
?
I
mean
--
"
