CORNELIUS FUDGE
scarlet tie, a long black cloak, and pointed purple boots. Under his
arm he carried a lime-green bowler.
“That’s Dad’s boss!” Ron breathed. “Cornelius Fudge, the Min-
ister of Magic!”
Harry elbowed Ron hard to make him shut up.
Hagrid had gone pale and sweaty. He dropped into one of his
chairs and looked from Dumbledore to Cornelius Fudge.
“Bad business, Hagrid,” said Fudge in rather clipped tones.
“Very bad business. Had to come. Four attacks on Muggle-born