Somewhere in Palestine

0,000 A.D.

Cornelius Fudge felt time itself jerk back into place beneath his feet. He was in the middle of what appeared to be a small party. A bearded man stood before him holding a water goblet full of wine. Bingo.

"Witchcraft!" Fudge cried. "WITCHCRAFT!" he cried again. Jesus scoffed.

"You're certainly one to talk." He said, taking in the man's lime green bowler hat and pinstriped cloak.

"I am one to talk—I mean, no…wait…" he puffed out his chest in hopes of looking less flustered. "I am Minister Cornelius Fudge, order of Merlin, third class, and you, Mr…" he glanced down at his list, "Mr. Christ, are showing blatant disregard for the statue of secrecy!"

Jesus raised an eyebrow and donned an incredulous, slightly superior smirk. The man was clearly insane… maybe he could transfigure him some nice booze and he would leave…

Cornelius gaped like a beached trout before collecting himself again.

"And…" he tried his best to sound intimidating, "and I've come back in time! To put a stop to it!"

Jesus sipped his wine thoughtfully before answering. He was clearly in no hurry. "Didn't you break a couple hundred of your own laws in the process?" he asked lightly, and pointed to a small golden hourglass on a chain.

Cornelius looked from the time turner to the son of God and left them with one more idiotic gape to remember him by before the hourglass let out a tiny, toaster-timer ding and spun him back to where he belonged.

Jesus partied on.