"Harry Potter, you know." Fudge told the Bulgarian minister loudly, who was wearing splendid robes of black velvet trimmed with gold and didn't seem to understand a word of English. "Harry Potter... oh come on now, you know who he is... the boy who survived You-Know-Who... you do know who he is-" The Bulgarian Wizard suddenly spotted Harry's scar and started gabbling loudly and excitedly, pointing at it. "I wish Alanticora would hurry up already, I'm going mad trying to speak to him." Fudge sighed, he wiped sweat away from his forehead. "I thought Mr Crouch went to fetch her?" Harry uttered. "Well, that girl is rather short, and hard to spot. A brilliant Witch though, I keep telling her to run for Minister of Magic when I retire." Fudge stated. 