Dumbledore’s eyebrows flew up into his hair line, "May I see that, Cornelius?" Dolores ripped the parchment from the Minister’s fingers and slammed it on the desk in front of the headmaster; Dumbledore readjusted his half-moon spectacles to peer down at Hermione’s neat handwriting, and he let out a chuckle, "Well," he said lightly, "I suppose the game is up," Fudge only gaped at him, "Do you require a written confession from me Cornelius, or will witness statements suffice?" he inclined his head to their shocked observers.