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While the Prime Minister surreptitiously touched the wood of his desk, Fudge continued, "But Blacks by-the-by now. The point is, we're at war, Prime Minister, and steps must be taken."
"Er," said the Prime Minister, "listen... Its not a very good time for me... I'm waiting for a telephone call, you see... from the President of--"
"He put a bet on you, mate," said Fred. "Put a big bet on you to win the tournament. Bet against the goblins."
Harry looked around; all three of the Dursleys were cowering with their arms over their heads as their glasses bounced up and down on their skulls, their contents flying everywhere.
"I think the word 'fiasco' would be a good one here," said Dumbledore, nodding.
"You're quite right," said Dumbledore serenely, shaking back his sleeve to reveal the tips of those burned and blackened ringers; the sight of them made the back of Harry's neck prickle unpleasantly. "1 am undoubtedly slower than I was. But on the other hand . . ."
Harry said nothing.
Fudge fixed the Prime Minister with a rather stern look. "Of course they were," he said, "Surely you've realized what's going on?"
"This will do, Harry. If you will grasp my arm."
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.
"Really? I was under the impression that the Dark Lord placed you here to assist me."
"- into a beetle."
"I didn't want —"
"Of course not," he said, looking down at Harry. "I have been out of touch with everybody for a year."
"You're mental," said George, trying to push it back at Harry.