Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 113 The Wizards Alliance Exposed
During this time, teachers are constantly reminding them that the 0.w.Ls exam is getting closer.The fifth grade students are more or less under pressure. Hannah Abbott burst into tears in herbal medicine class, sobbing that she was too stupid to pass the exam and wanted to leave school now. As a result, she was the first to receive Madam Pomfrey of tranquilizers.

Had it not been for the Wizards' Union training sessions, Harry would have been really upset.He sometimes felt that he lived to spend hours practicing in the Room of Requirement, hard but enjoyable.As he looked at the members around him and saw their progress, he was filled with pride.Harry sometimes wondered how Umbridge would react when all the members had achieved 'Excellence' in Defense Against the Dark Arts in their 0.w.Ls.

They finally started practicing the Patronus Charm, and everyone worked hard, although Harry kept reminding everyone that they were summoning the Patronus in a brightly lit classroom and not being threatened, while facing the dementors It's a different story when it comes to this kind of stuff.What is strange is that Qiu Zhang has not come to the rally for training recently.And the students of Slytherin also unexpectedly quit the training collectively, so Hermione canceled their names from the list.It has been several days, and I heard from Hilbert that they are busy with learning theoretical knowledge, and they are usually in the screaming shed during training.Harry also sent Dobby to investigate, proving that what Hilbert said was true.

At this time, Harry patiently pointed out to other students who had not yet learned the Patronus Charm. "Actually we need a Boggart or something; that's how I learned, I have to summon a Patronus when a Boggart is pretending to be a Dementor—"

"That's too scary!" said Lavender, puffs of silvery gas coming from the tip of her wand. "I'd better—no—!" she added angrily.

Neville didn't go too well.He frowned intently, but only thin wisps of silvery smoke emanated from the tip of his wand.

"You have to think happy things," Harry reminded him.

"I was thinking about that," Neville said troubledly.He thought desperately, his sweaty round face glistened.

"Harry, I think I've made it!" cried Seamus, who had been brought to his first DA meeting by Dean. "Look - well - it's gone? But it must be a furry stuff, Harry!"

Hermione's Patronus, a shiny silver otter, romped around her. "It's really pretty, isn't it?" said Hermione, looking at it happily.The door to the Room of Requirement opens and closes again.Harry turned his head to see who had come in, but there seemed to be no one at the door.After a while, he noticed that the few people near the door were silent.

Harry felt something tug on his robes around his knees.Looking down, he was surprised to see Dobby the house-elf staring up at him, with his usual eight woolen hats on his head. "Hey, Dobby!" he said, "how—what's the matter with you?"

The elf's eyes were wide open in horror, and he was still shaking.The members around Harry fell silent; everyone in the room was staring at Dobby.The few Patronuses that had been summoned by the people faded into a silvery mist, so that the room seemed much darker than before.

"Harry Potter, sir?" shrieked the elf, trembling all over. "Harry Potter, sir? Dobby came to tell you? But the house-elf was warned not to tell?"

He rushed headlong towards the wall.Harry wanted to catch Dobby, who had some experience with Dobby's self-punishing habits, but Dobby was wearing eight hats, so he bounced off the stone wall.Hermione and the other girls screamed in terror and sympathy.

"What's the matter, Dobby?" Harry asked.He grabbed the elf by one slender arm, keeping him from anything he could use to hurt himself. "Harry Potter! She! She!"

Dobby hit his nose hard with the other fist.Harry grabbed that arm as well. "Who's she, Dobby?" But he thought he knew who it was; who else could have made Dobby so frightened but "she"?The elf looked up at him, eyes a little bit together, and then said it quietly. "Umbridge?" Harry asked in horror.

Dobby nodded, trying to butt his head into Harry's knee.Harry stretched out his arms to block him. "What's the matter with her? Dobby—she found out about it—found us—found us?" He read the answer in the elf's scowling expression.The elf's hands were gripped tightly by Harry.He tried to kick himself and fell to the floor. "Is she coming?" Harry asked quietly.Dobby let out a wail and began pounding hard on the floor with his bare feet. "Yes, Harry Potter, yes!"

Harry straightened up and scanned the stunned people, who were staring at the thumping elf. "What are you waiting for?" Harry roared. "Run!"

They all rushed to the exit at once, and huddled together at the door, but suddenly there was an explosion from the door.Then suddenly someone rushed in.Dolores Umbridge's face had turned liver-colored by this time.A few people from the Ministry of Magic followed behind, "Take them all away." Fudge came out behind him.And Percy Weasley.

The office is full of people.Dumbledore sat behind the desk with a serene expression on his face, the tips of his long fingers pressed together.Professor McGonagall stood erect beside him, his expression very tense.Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic, stood by the fire, rocking back and forth excitedly, clearly pleased with the situation; Strong, spiky hair cut short, Harry had never seen him before; freckled, bespectacled Percy Weasley walked excitedly up and down the wall, a feather in his hand A pen and a thick roll of parchment, apparently at the ready to record.

None of the portraits of old headmasters and headmasters pretended to sleep this evening.They were all alert and serious, watching what was going on below.As soon as Harry entered, several old headmasters flew into the adjacent picture frame and eagerly bit the ears of the neighbors.

When the door closed behind him, Harry shook off Umbridge, who was clutching him tightly.connelly.Fudge glared at him angrily, a look of schadenfreude on his face.

"Yeah," he said, "Yeah, ok, ok??"

Harry mustered all his courage and shot Fudge a hard look.His heart was beating fast, but his mind was surprisingly calm and clear.

"He's in the Room of Requirement," said Umbridge.There was an unseemly excitement in her tone, the same grimly happy tone Harry had heard when she watched Professor Trelawney break down with grief in the hall, "Percy put his Blocked."

"Yes, yes?" said Fudge appreciatively. "I've got to remember to tell the Ministry. Now, Potter? I suppose you know why you're here?"

Harry made up his mind and wanted to reply contemptuously "Yes": he had opened his mouth halfway through the word when he caught a glimpse of Dumbledore's expression.Dumbledore was not looking directly at Harry - he was staring intently at a spot just above Harry's shoulder - but when Harry did he shook his head slightly, almost Can't tell.

Harry changed his words halfway through.

"Know-no."

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Fudge said.

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

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

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

Fudge looked suspiciously at Harry, then at Professor Umbridge.Taking advantage of his momentary inattention, Harry stole another glance at Dumbledore, who nodded at the carpet with the slightest movement and winked a little.

"Then you don't know," Fudge said with unabashed sarcasm. "Why did Professor Umbridge bring you into this office? Didn't you realize you had broken the 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.

His heart was still beating fast.It was worth telling these lies just to see how Fudge's blood pressure was rising, but he couldn't see how on earth he could get away with them. If someone had already leaked information about the Wizarding Union to Umbridge, then he The leader might pack up and leave immediately.

"So, for the first time you've heard," said Fudge, now in a tone of exasperation, "that an illegal student organization has been found at this school?" "Yes, that's right," said Harry, his face He had a look of disbelief on his face, like he knew nothing and was very surprised. "Minister, I think," said Umbridge softly beside Harry, "maybe we can get along a bit faster if I bring the whistleblower." "Yes, yes, go ahead." Fudge Nodding and saying, after Umbridge left the house, he gave Dumbledore a malicious look, "Nothing makes a good witness, does it, Dumbledore?" "Exactly, Cornell." Lee." Dumbledore nodded and said in a low voice.

Everyone waited for a few minutes without looking at each other, and then Harry heard the door open behind him.Umbridge walked into the room beside him, clutching Cho Chang and her friend Marietta Ackmore, who both covered their cheeks with their hands.

"Don't panic, dear, don't be afraid," Professor Umbridge said softly, patting her on the back. "It's all right now. You've done the right thing. The Minister is happy with you. He'll tell you Mom, you're a good girl. The Minister, Cho Chang's parents, are employees of the Ministry of Magic." She looked up at Fudge and added, "Marietta Ackmore's mother is the director of magical transport Mrs. Eckmore in the office—you know, she's keeping an eye on the Hogwarts fires for us."

"That's great, that's great!" said Fudge enthusiastically. "Like a mother, like a daughter, eh? Well, tell me, come on, darling, hold up your head, don't be shy, let's hear You—God!"

When Marietta looked up, Fudge jumped back in shock, almost falling into the fire.He cursed and stomped on the hem of his cloak, which was starting to smoke.Marietta wailed and pulled the collar of her gown up to her eyes, but before she could do so, a dense string of purple pustules had crawled across her nose and cheeks, revealing the word "Snitch", Make her face as ugly as possible.

"Don't worry about the spots now, dear," said Umbridge impatiently, "pull the robe from your mouth and tell the minister—" But Marietta wailed again, desperately shaking his head.

"Hmph, well then, you silly girl, I'll tell them," said Umbridge grumpily.She quickly put on a disgusting smile and said, "That's right, minister, I heard some rumors tonight, so I randomly found these two. She pointed at Qiu Zhang and Marietta, and I let this Miss Eckmore came to my office shortly after dinner, and I took the Veritaserum. She told me that she had something to tell me. She said that if I went into a secret room on the eighth floor, I would find Good thing, it's said that this room is sometimes called the Room of Requirement. When I questioned her further, she admitted that there was some kind of party there. It's a pity that those curses were there at the time," she said to Marietta's hand hidden in her robe. Face waved his hand impatiently, "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, yes," 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. Yours Quite right. Now, will you tell me what happened at the meeting? What was the purpose of the meeting? Who was there?"

But Marietta would not speak; she just shook her head again, her eyes widening in terror.

"Have we broken the spell for 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, Harry feeling a surge of pride in Hermione's ability to use spells, "but it doesn't matter if she doesn't, 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 any evidence for this?" Professor McGonagall interjected.

"I have the testimony of Willie Widshine, Minerva, who happened to be in the bar at the time. He did have a lot of veils wrapped around him, but his hearing was not damaged at all," said Umbridge complacently. "He heard everything Potter said and hurried straight to the school to report to me—"

"Oh, that's what got him out of the prosecution for the toilet sewage backlash he created!" Professor McGonagall said, raising his eyebrows. "Our judicial system is really eye-opening!"

"Shameless depravity!" roared a portrait of a fat wizard with a red nose on the wall behind Dumbledore's desk. Don't do that!"

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

"Potter's meeting with these students," continued Professor Umbridge, "was to persuade them to join an illegal society whose object was to learn spells and curses which the Ministry of Magic had ruled to be unlawful." Suitable for students—”

"I think you'll find yourself mistaken on this one, Dolores," said Dumbledore softly, staring at Umri from over the half-moon spectacles drooping over his crooked nose. strange.

Harry looked at Dumbledore.He couldn't think of what Dumbledore could say to save him; if Willie Wiedersing had actually heard everything he said in the Hog's Head, he'd have no way out at all.

"Aha!" said Fudge, bouncing on tiptoe again, "well, here's a new grotesque story for Potter's relief, please let us hear it! Go on, then, Dumbledore, go ahead - is Willie Wiedersing lying? Or is it Potter's identical twin brother that day in the Hog's Head? Or is it the usual simple explanation that time is reversed, A dead man resurrected, and two invisible dementors?"

Percy Weasley burst out laughing.

"Oh, well said, Minister, very well said!"

Harry really wanted to kick him.But he was surprised to see that Dumbledore was also smiling gently. "Connelly, I'm neither denying nor confirming that Harry was in the Hog's Head that day and was trying to recruit students into the Defense Against the Dark Arts group. I just wanted to point out that Dolores implied that such a group was illegal at the time , is completely unreasonable. If you remember, the Ministry of Magic's ban on all student societies didn't come into effect until two days after Harry's Hogsmeade party, so he didn't break any rules while he was in the Pig's Head."

Percy looked as if he'd been hit head-on with something heavy.Fudge was only half way through the dance when he opened his mouth wide and stopped moving.

Umbridge came to his senses for the first time.

"That's all well and good, principal," she said with a friendly smile, "but it's been almost six months since we implemented Education Order No. Gatherings are definitely illegal."

"Well," said Dumbledore, looking at her with polite interest over his intertwined fingers, "if they do continue to meet after this decree comes into force, they may of course be breaking the law. You have What evidence can prove that there was such a meeting later?"

Harry heard a rustle behind him as Dumbledore spoke, and even thought Kingsley was muttering something under his breath.He could have sworn he felt something sweeping by him, something very soft, like a gust of wind or a bird's wing, but when he looked down he saw nothing.

"Evidence?" repeated Umbridge, smiling like an ugly toad. "Haven't you been listening, Dumbledore? Why do you think Miss Eckmore is here?"

"Oh, can she tell us about the gatherings of these six months?" said Dumbledore, raising his eyebrows. "I think she only told about one meeting tonight."

"Miss Ackmore," said Umbridge at once, "tell us how long these parties go on, dear. You just nod and shake your head, and I'm sure it won't make the spots any worse. Have such gatherings been held regularly in the past six months?"

Harry felt a sudden sinking in his stomach.It's over, they found the most conclusive evidence, and even Dumbledore couldn't shirk it.

"Just nod and shake your head, dear," Umbridge coaxed Marietta into saying, "Well, come on, it won't reactivate the spell."

Everyone in the room was staring at the upper half of Marietta's face.Only her eyes were visible between the pulled-up gown and the curled bangs.Maybe it was just an illusion caused by the firelight. Her eyes were weird and she looked very confused.Then - to Harry's surprise - Marietta actually shook her head.

Umbridge glanced at Fudge, then at Marietta.

"I don't think you got the question, did you, honey? I was asking if you've been to these parties a lot in the past six months? You have, haven't you?"

Marietta shook her head again.

"What do you mean by shaking your head, dear?" said Umbridge angrily.

"I think she means pretty well," said Professor McGonagall sternly, "that there haven't been any secret meetings in the last six months. Is that so, Miss Ackmore?"

Marietta nodded.

"But there's a party tonight!" said Umbridge fumingly. "There was a party, Miss Ackmore, you told me about, in the Room of Requirement! Potter's the head, that's him, the Potter Organization There's no party, Potter—why do you keep shaking your head, girl?"

"Well, usually when people shake their heads," said Professor McGonagall grimly, "they mean 'no.' So unless Miss Eckmore is using a body language that no human wren—" Bird Professor Rich grabbed Marietta, turned her hard to face him, and began shaking her violently.In the blink of an eye, Dumbledore was on his feet and raising his wand; Kingsley rushed up, and Umbridge jumped back, letting go of Marietta, waving her hands in the air as if scalded Like.

"I will not allow you to treat my students roughly, Dolores," said Dumbledore, his face showing anger for the first time.

"You should calm down, Mrs Umbridge," Kingsley said in a low, slow voice, "you shouldn't get yourself into trouble now."

"No," panted Umbridge, glancing up at Kingsley's tall figure, "I mean, yes - you're right, Shacklebolt - I - I lost my composure gone."

Marietta stood where Umbridge had let her go.Umbridge's sudden brutality didn't seem to scare her, but she wasn't relieved to be let go either; Robe, staring straight ahead.

Harry suddenly remembered that Kingsley had been muttering under his breath just now, and he had felt something passing by him, which made him suspicious.

"Dolores," said Fudge, with an air of wanting to settle the matter once and for all, "tonight's party—we're sure we'll have this party—"

"Yes," Umbridge said calmly, "yes. That's right. After Miss Ackmore tipped me off, I immediately went to the eighth floor and brought a few trustworthy assistants with me so that I could be caught on the spot." To those who were at the party. But it looks like they were forewarned before I arrived, because they were running around when we got to the eighth floor. But that's okay. I've got their names, one of my assistants Went into the Room of Requirement to see for me if they left anything behind. The Room of Requirement provided the evidence we needed."

To Harry's horror, she pulled out of her pocket the list pinned to the wall of the Room of Requirement and handed it to Fudge.

"As soon as I saw Potter's name on this list, I knew who we were dealing with," she said softly.

"That's great," said Fudge, with a big smile on his face. "That's great, Dolores. Let me see? My God?"

He looked up at Dumbledore, still standing beside Marietta, lightly holding his wand. "See what they named themselves?" Fudge said softly, "Wizards Union." 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.Then he smiled and raised his eyes. "It looks like it's all over," he said curtly. "Do you want me to write a statement, Connelly—or is it enough to make a statement in front of these witnesses?" Greg and Kingsley looked at each other.Both of them looked anxious.He didn't understand what was going on before him, and apparently neither did Fudge. "Statement?" said Fudge slowly. "What - I don't -?" "Dumbledore's Army, Connelly," said Dumbledore, waving the list in front of Fudge.Still with a smile on his face, "It's not Potter's army. It's Dumbledore's army." "But—but—" Fudge's face suddenly came to his senses.He took a step back in horror, and with a cry, jumped away from the fire again.

"You?" he whispered, stomping on his smoldering cloak again. "That's right," said Dumbledore happily. "You organized this?" "I organized it," said Dumbledore. "You're recruiting these students to - join the League?" "It was supposed to be the first meeting tonight," said Dumbledore, nodding, "just to see if they'd like to work with me. Of course, now I see , it was a mistake to invite Miss Aikemo." Marietta nodded.Fudge looked at her, then at Dumbledore, his chest rising and falling. "Then you are indeed plotting against me!" he cried. "Yes." Dumbledore said happily. "No!" Harry yelled.Kingsley gave him a quick warning wink, and Professor McGonagall widened his eyes to warn him, but Harry suddenly grasped Dumbledore's intentions, and he couldn't let him do it. "No—Professor Dumbledore—!" "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, still staring at Dumbledore in amazement, "good, good, good—I came here tonight to fire Bo But instead—" "You can arrest me instead," said Dumbledore, laughing, "you dropped the sesame seeds and picked up the watermelon, didn't you?" "Weasley!" cried Fudge, now happy Trembling, "Weasley, have you written down all these, what he said, his confession, have you written down?"

"Yes, sir, I think so, sir!" said Percy earnestly.His nose splattered with ink as he made a quick note.

"He wants to build an army against the Ministry of Magic, he wants to overthrow me, is this a record?"

"Yes, sir, I took note, yes!" said Percy, gleefully scanning the record.

"Very well, then," said Fudge, now glowing with delight, "copy your record, Weasley, and send a copy to the Daily Prophet at once. We can still get a speedy owl Catch this morning's edition!" Percy ran out of the house quickly, slamming the door behind him, and Fudge turned towards Dumbledore. "You are now being escorted to the Ministry of Magic, where you will be formally charged and sent to Azkaban to await trial!"

"Wait!"

Everyone heard the sound and looked.It was Hilbert who led a large group of Slytherin students.

"Mr Shafik, do you have anything to report?" Umbridge asked.

"The Wizarding Union was founded by me, and I am the initiator. It has nothing to do with Harry Potter or Principal Dumbledore."

"What are you talking about? Mr. Shafik, now take the students back to study." Dumbledore said.

"Ah," said Dumbledore softly, "yes. However, I think we may have encountered a small difficulty."

"Difficulty?" said Fudge, his voice still trembling with delight. "I don't see any difficulty, Dumbledore!"

"But," said Dumbledore apologetically, "I'm afraid I saw it.

"Oh, really?"

"Well--you seem to have the illusion that I'm going to--how do you say that?--to die. I'm afraid I'm not going to die at all, Connelly. I don't want to be sent to Azka at all. Ben. Of course, I could get out--but what a waste of time, and frankly, I remember I've got a bunch of other things I'd rather be doing."

Umbridge's face was getting redder; she looked as if she had been flooded with boiling water.Fudge stared at Dumbledore with a silly expression on his face, as if he had been suddenly beaten up, and couldn't believe that this had happened.He made a soft choking sound, turned his head to look at Kingsley and the man with the short gray hair. So far, among the people in the room, only this man has remained silent.The latter nodded resolutely at Fudge, and took a few steps away from the wall.Harry saw one of his hands carelessly reach into his pocket.

"Don't be a fool, Dawlish," said Dumbledore kindly, "I'm sure you're an excellent Auror - I remember your NEWTs seeming to be 'Distinction' - but if you want to - oh - —arrest me with violence, and I shall have no choice but to be rude to you."

The man named Dawlish blinked comically.He looked at Fudge again, but this time as if hoping for instructions on what to do next. "So," Fudge sneered, returning to normalcy, "you're going to deal with Dawlish, Shacklebolt, Dolores, and me alone, aren't you, Dumbledore?" "My God, of course not," Deng said. "Unless you're stupid enough to make me do it," said Bullido, laughing. "He's not alone!" said Professor McGonagall loudly, thrusting a hand into his robes.

"Oh, he's all alone, Minerva!" said Dumbledore sternly. "Hogwarts needs you!"

"Enough nonsense!" said Fudge, drawing his wand. "Dawlish! Shacklebolt! Get him!"

A silver flash whirled around the room; the floor shook with a bang like a cannon; a hand grabbed Harry by the back of the neck and pinned him hard to the floor, and a second silver flash exploded several portraits shouted, Fawkes screamed, and dust filled the air.Coughing in the dust, Harry saw a vague figure thump to the ground in front of him; there was a scream, then a thump, and someone shouted, "No!" followed by the sound of glass shattering , the sound of shuffling around desperately, and a moan?Then there was a lull.

Harry struggled to roll over to see who had strangled him almost out of breath, and he saw Professor McGonagall curled up beside him; she had saved Harry and Marietta from danger.The dust floating in the air fell gently on them.Harry was a little out of breath as he saw a very tall figure walking towards them.

"Are you all right?" Dumbledore asked.

"It's all right!" said Professor McGonagall, pulling Harry and Marietta up as she rose.

The dust is gradually dissipating.The incomplete office loomed: Dumbledore's desk had been turned upside down, the long thin desk had been knocked over to the floor, and the silverware on it had been smashed.Fudge, Umbridge, Kingsley, and Dawlish lay motionless on the floor.Phoenix Fawkes flew in great circles above their heads, whining softly.

"It's a pity that I had to enchant Kingsley, otherwise it would have looked too suspicious," whispered Dumbledore. "His understanding is so good that when everyone looked in another direction, he revised the Miss Eckmore's memory—thank him for me, will you, Minerva?"

"Well, they'll all wake up soon, and it's best not to let them know we have time to talk - you've got to act like the time hasn't changed, like they've just been knocked to the ground, they won't remember - "Where are you going, Dumbledore?" whispered Professor McGonagall. "Grimmauld Place?"

"Er, no," said Dumbledore, with a resolute smile, "I'm not going to run away and hide. It won't be long before Fudge thinks it would be nice if I hadn't been kicked out of Hogwarts." Yes, I can assure you."

"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry said.

But before he could speak again, Dumbledore cut him off.

"Listen, Harry," he said eagerly, "you must learn Occlumency to the best of your ability, do you understand me? Do exactly as Professor Snape tells you to, and practice Occlumency, especially in the Before going to bed every night, so that you can close your own mind and have no more nightmares—you'll soon find out why, but you must promise me—"

The man named Dawlish was moving.Dumbledore took Harry's wrist.

"Remember - shut your brain -" When Dumbledore's fingers touched Harry's skin, the scar on his forehead suddenly felt a sharp pain, and he felt the terrible snake-like feeling again, eager to attack Dumbledore, bite him, hurt him—"—you'll see," whispered Dumbledore.

Fox circled around the office, then flew low over Dumbledore.Dumbledore let go of Harry, and held up one hand to tightly hold the phoenix's long golden tail.With a flash of flame, the two of them disappeared.

"Where is he?" cried Fudge, struggling to get up from the floor. "Where is he?"

"I don't know!" Kingsley said loudly and jumped up.

"No, he can't Apparate!" cried Umbridge. "You can't do that in school—"

"Stairs!" shouted Dawlish, and he flung himself open the door and disappeared, with Kingsley and Umbridge on his heels.Fudge hesitated, then moved slowly, brushing the dust off his chest.There was an uncomfortable silence for a while. "Hmph, Minerva," said Fudge viciously, smoothing out a torn shirt sleeve, "I think your friend Dumbledore is screwed this time."

"You think so?" said Professor McGonagall contemptuously.Fudge didn't seem to hear what she said.He looked around at the destroyed office.Several portraits hissed disapprovingly at him; one or two even made rude gestures. "You'd better take them both to bed," said Fudge, looking back at Professor McGonagall and nodding dismissively at Harry and Marietta.Professor McGonagall said nothing, and led Harry and Marietta towards the door.As the door closed behind them, Harry heard Phineas Nigellus' voice. "You know, Minister, that I disagree with Dumbledore on many issues? But you can't deny that he has a personality?"

the next day.

Albus is replaced by Dolores Jane Umbridge (Senior Inquisitor) at the Ministry of Magic.Dumbledore is Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The above regulations are in line with the "No. 20 No. [-] Education Order".

So far, Hogwarts has completely entered the dark age of the Ministry of Magic.At this time, a certain fairy who was playing in Fox Town in the United States was flying back to England in the sky.

(End of this chapter)