Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 381 You Can Arrest Me! (A lot of original content in this chapter)

"Yeah, yeah?" said Fudge appreciatively. "I've got to remember to tell Lucius. Now, Potter, I think you know exactly why you're here?"

Harry seemed to have made up his mind and wanted to answer something.But after Hera gave him a wink, he swallowed the half-spoken words with his opened mouth.How Dumblely looked directly at Harry - he was staring intently at a spot just above Harry's shoulder - but when Harry looked at him, he shook his head slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Harry changed his tune in general.

"Know-no."

"Excuse me, what did you say?" Fudge asked.

"I don't know," Harry said firmly.

"You don't know why you're here?"

"Yeah, I don't know," said Harry.

Hera breathed a sigh of relief, and things could still proceed as Dumbledore planned. He believed that Dumbledore would find a way to get out of this predicament, which was far better than Harry being taken away by the Ministry of Magic.

Fudge looked suspiciously at Harry, then at Umbridge.Harry took advantage of his momentary inattention to sneak another glance at Dumbledore and Hera.Dumbledore nodded towards the carpet with the slightest movement, winking his eyes slightly.

Hera was much more unscrupulous, he grinned directly, showing his big white teeth.

"Huh?" Fudge looked at Hera suspiciously, wondering what was wrong with him.

"It's nothing, it's just that your mouth is a little stiff." Hera waved his hand lightly. Fortunately, Fudge didn't take it to heart. He turned his head and continued to ask Harry, "Then you don't know," Fudge said in an undisguised sarcasm, "Why did Professor Umbridge bring you to this office? Didn't you realize that you had violated the school rules?"

"School rules?" said Harry. "No."

"What about the Ministry of Magic's decree?" Fudge asked angrily from a different angle.

"At least not against the laws I know of," Harry said calmly.

Hera had already grasped the wand in her pocket, and was ready to take out her wand at any moment to cast a curse at Fudge and Umbridge, but Dumbledore lightly patted Hera's pocket with his hand, signaling him not to worry.

Fudge looked even angrier, his whole face was flushed, and it looked like his blood pressure had risen to his brain.

"So, this is the first time you've heard," Fudge said, his tone now full of anger, "that an illegal student organization was found at this school?"

"Yeah, that's right," Harry said, with a look of disbelief on his face, like he didn't know anything and was very surprised.

"Minister, I think," said Umbridge softly, beside Harry, "that perhaps we could get along a little faster if I brought the whistleblower."

"Yes, yes, go ahead." Fudge nodded, and after Umbridge left the house, he gave Dumbledore a malicious look. "There's nothing like a good witness, is there, Dumbledore?"

"Exactly, Connery." Dumbledore nodded and said in a low voice.

Everyone waited for a few minutes without looking at each other. Hera and Professor McGonagall stood beside Dumbledore, like two guards.They were against Fudge.

Then, the door opened.Umbridge walked into the room beside Harry, clutching the shoulders of a curly-haired girl, Marietta, a Ravenclaw girl and best friend of Harry's young girlfriend Cho Chang, who put her hands to her cheeks.

"Don't panic, dear, don't be afraid," said Umbridge softly, patting her on the back. "It's all right now. You've done the right thing, and the Minister is happy with you. He'll tell your mother that you're a good girl. Minister, Marietta's mother," she added, looking up at Fudge, "it's Mrs. Eckmore from the Floo office of the Department of Magical Transport—you know, she's watching the Hogwarts fires for us."

"That's great, that's great!" said Fudge enthusiastically. "Now, tell me, come on, dear, hold your head up, don't be shy, let's hear you--Jesus!"

Marietta looked up, and Fudge jumped back in shock, nearly falling into the fire.He cursed and began stomping on the hem of his cloak, which was beginning to smoke.Marietta groaned and pulled the collar of her gown up to her eyes, but before she could do that, everyone saw it.

Hera was also taken aback. A series of dense purple pustules had crawled across her nose and cheeks, showing the word "informer", making her face as ugly as it could be.

"I didn't know Hermione had such a trick." Hera thought to herself, this was undoubtedly Hermione's masterpiece-no one expected Harry and Ron to devise such a spell.

"Don't worry about the spots now, dear," said Umbridge impatiently, "pull the robe from your mouth and tell the Minister—"

But Marietta gave another muffled wail and shook her head desperately.

"Hmph, well then, you silly girl, I'll tell them," Umbridge said without curiosity.She quickly put on a disgusting smile and said, "Well, Minister, this Miss Ackmore came to my office this evening shortly after dinner and told me she had something to tell me. She said that if I went into a secret room on the eighth floor, I would find something good for me. It is said that this secret room is called the Room of Requirement. When I questioned her further, she admitted that there was some kind of party there. Unfortunately, these curses at that time," she said impatiently towards Marietta's face hidden in her robes. Waving her hand, "It's starting to work. After she suddenly saw her own face in my mirror, she was so sad that she couldn't tell me any more."

"Oh, that's right," said Fudge, staring at Marietta with what he thought were amiable, benevolent expression. "You went and informed Professor Umbridge, my dear, that was a very brave thing to do. You acted very well. Now, would you like to tell me what happened at the party? What was the moody of the party? Who was there?"

Marietta just shook her head again, her eyes widening in horror.

In fact, Hera held her wand tightly again, and he didn't mind giving her the Imperius Curse when no one was looking, and he just had to bide his time.This is the best way, as long as Marietta shuts up, the immediate predicament will be solved by itself.

Now, Dumbledore and Harry have no crisis to speak of, and Fudge and Umbridge can only return home in defeat.

Although there is no such opportunity right now, Hera believes that he will find it.

"Have we broken the spell against this?" Fudge asked Umbridge impatiently, gesturing towards Marietta's face, "so she can speak freely?"

"I haven't been able to find it yet," Umbridge admitted reluctantly, which was a shame.Dignified Umbridge, as the senior investigator of Hogwarts, was unable to break a student's little curse. This is simply the greatest insult to her, "But it doesn't matter if she doesn't speak, I can speak for her."

"As you may recall, Minister, I reported to you in October that Potter used to meet many of his classmates in Hogsmeade's Hogshead—"

"Do you have evidence for this?" Hera interjected.

"I have the testimony of Willie Wideshin, Mr. Lestrange, who happened to be in the pub at the time. He did have a lot of veils wrapped around him, but his hearing was not damaged in any way." Umbridge said complacently. "He heard everything Potter said, and hurried straight to the school to report to me."

Hera's complexion changed imperceptibly. He was also at the Pig's Head Bar that day. Although they didn't drink at the Pig's Head Bar, there was no doubt that he also saw the strange man with his head wrapped in bandages.

He thought he was safe from not seeing Umbridge.

Oops!Careless!

But Professor McGonagall took up the conversation, "Oh, it turned out that it was for this matter that he was exempted from the prosecution of the toilet sewage backflush time he created!" Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows, "Our judicial system is really an eye-opener!"

"Shameless depravity," roared a portrait of a fat, red-nosed wizard on the wall. "In our time, the Ministry of Magic never made deals with vile criminals. Absolutely not, they never did!"

"Thank you, Fusco, that's enough." Dumbledore said calmly.

"These Potter-speaking students meet," continued Umbridge, "in order to persuade them to join an illegal society whose object is to learn spells and curses which the Ministry of Magic has ruled unsuitable for students—"

"I think you will find yourself mistaken on this point, Dolores," said Dumbledore softly.

In the following time, they had a rather heated argument. It seemed that Dumbledore and Harry had no chance to quibble, and even Dumbledore agreed to them one by one.

Until finally, Umbridge pulled out a list and handed it to Fudge.

"They were running around when we got to the eighth floor. But that's all right, I have their names, and Miss Parkinson rushed into the Room of Requirement to see for me if they had left anything behind. This room provides the evidence we need."

There is no doubt that this is Umbridge's big killer, and now Harry and Dumbledore have absolutely no excuse to explain.

"Look at what they named themselves?" Fudge said softly. He looked at the "DA" on the list and frowned, "Dumbledore's Army."

Dumbledore reached out and took the parchment from Fudge.He stared at the headline Hermione had scribbled months ago, and for a moment seemed speechless, before lifting his eyes with a smile.

"It looks like it's all over," he said curtly. "Do you want me to write an affidavit, Connery—or is it enough to make a statement in the presence of these witnesses?"

Hera and Professor McGonagall glanced at each other, both of them looked very anxious, they couldn't figure out what was happening in front of them, and Fudge obviously didn't understand either.

"Statement?" said Fudge slowly. "What—I don't—?"

"Dumbledore's Army, Connery," said Dumbledore, waving the list in front of Fudge, still smiling, "not Potter's Army, but Dumbledore's Army."

Hera instantly understood that this was indeed a good thing for Dumbledore, as long as Harry could stay in Hogwarts safely, it would be the best result, and there was nothing more important than this.

As for Dumbledore, he will find a way, he is Dumbledore.

Hera foolishly believed this.

"But—but—" A flash of realization flashed across Fudge's face, and he took a big step back in horror, yelped, and jumped away from the fire again. "You?" he whispered, stomping on his smoking cloak again.

"That's right," said Dumbledore happily.

"You organized this?"

"I organized it."

"You're recruiting these students to—into your army?"

"That's right, tonight was supposed to be our party." Dumbledore nodded.

"Then you are indeed plotting against me?" cried Fudge.

"Yes." Dumbledore said happily.

This made Hera almost laugh out loud. Fudge was really cooperative, but his worries were a little unnecessary. As long as Dumbledore thought about it, the position of Minister of Magic could still fall on his head?

However, this made Professor McGonagall give him a hard look, as if to say: "What's the matter, are you still in the mood to laugh?"

"No - Professor Dumbledore!" Harry shouted.

"Keep quiet, Harry, or I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave my office," said Dumbledore calmly.

"Yeah, shut up, Potter!" cried Fudge, who was still staring at Dumbledore in amazement. "Very well, very well—I came here tonight to fire Potter, but instead—"

"Instead, you can arrest me." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Throw away the sesame seeds and pick up the watermelon, right?"

"Heilig!" cried Fudge, now trembling with joy, "Heilig, have you written all this down? Have you written down what he said, what he said?"

"Yes, sir, I think so, sir." Heilig said calmly, his eyes full of confusion, he didn't know Dumbledore's purpose in doing all this.

In fact, Hera is also a little confused now. He has recovered. Does Dumbledore want to start a complete war with the Ministry of Magic?

Obviously, I was still talking about avoiding internal friction.
Hera suddenly recalled one thing - Dumbledore had just handed over Hogwarts to him. Could it be that Dumbledore was determined to go to the Ministry of Magic to be punished and spend the rest of his life in Azkaban?

This is absolutely not possible, this is absolutely not possible!

"Dumbledore, you don't have to—"

"Shut up, Hera," said Dumbledore sternly, leaving Fudge and Heilig to record.

Fudge was a little overjoyed, and he had little respect for Dumbledore.

　This chapter is a transitional chapter. There are some places that cannot be bypassed. The logic should be simplified as much as possible. If readers who have not read it, there will be no situation where the plot cannot be connected. I am actually not easy to deal with this point.

　　
　
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