Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Ron and the others also wanted to know about the twins' matter, and everyone looked at Harry, waiting for his final explanation.

Everyone is a student, how can you be so outstanding that you can get a professor's recommendation now?

Everyone wanted to see if there was anything they could learn from Harry's situation. If possible, they also wanted to join the Order of the Phoenix in advance.

Isn't it just a trial by the Ministry of Magic? If possible, they could also go to the scene to cheer for Harry and boost his morale.

Harry didn't play coy and said immediately: "Professor Swann had reminded me before that Fudge and the others would likely use some underhanded methods to target me before I returned to Swann Manor, telling me to be vigilant recently. Sure enough, I encountered Dementors today..."

"Wait!"

Hermione looked at Harry in surprise, unable to believe the meaning revealed in his words for a moment. "Are you saying that the Dementors were sent by the Ministry of Magic? That's a bit unlikely... I thought Voldemort had controlled them, or that it was the Ministry of Magic's negligence that caused the Dementors to leave Azkaban, just like when the Dementors broke into the school."

Isn't the Ministry of Magic the official institution of the magical world? How could they do something like having Dementors attack students?

Isn't it enough to just smear Harry through the media?

"Of course it's possible," George sneered. "I bet Fudge would love to take this opportunity to expel Harry. Harry was the first to bring back the news of Voldemort's resurrection, which makes Fudge very embarrassed."

"That's right, Hermione," Fred agreed. "Politicians' methods are very dirty. To maintain their own power and interests, they are capable of anything."

"I think Fred and George are right," Ginny chimed in. "Fudge has no bottom line. Just because Harry told the truth, he has been smearing Harry's image."

Just thinking about the reports in the Daily Prophet that were smearing Harry in various ways made Ginny feel nauseous.

What made her even more angry was that these reports had a wide audience. To read those reports, many people had subscribed to the Daily Prophet again.

Not only the Daily Prophet, but with the support of a massive number of readers, several other media outlets had followed suit and joined the chorus of condemning Dumbledore and Harry.

"Hermione," Harry kindly reminded her, "Professor Swann said that politicians have no bottom line, so don't blindly have a filter for the Ministry of Magic."

"As for the test," he paused, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes, "the professor said that as long as I thoroughly stomp on Fudge and the others' faces at the Ministry of Magic's trial, he will recommend me to join the Order of the Phoenix."

Hermione frowned deeply, then quickly relaxed, and said firmly: "Since that's the case, then let's think carefully about how to make your counterattack more powerful."

This sentence was like igniting a flame, and Ron, Ginny, and the twins immediately joined the discussion.

Making trouble for the Ministry of Magic was what everyone was most happy to do now. In an instant, the living room was filled with lively discussions, and everyone was racking their brains to come up with ideas for Harry.

Unlike the relaxed atmosphere in the living room, the atmosphere in the tent was much more oppressive.

"Mundungus," Dumbledore said with a gloomy face, "I won't say anything more. I hope you won't disappoint me again in the future."

Mundungus didn't dare to raise his head. Some of the gazes present were too sharp, stinging his back. He could only shrink his neck and weakly replied: "I know."

Dumbledore ignored him and looked at everyone: "Harry will be going to Swann Manor soon, so there's no need to continue arranging for people to protect him in secret."

"There's no need to worry about Harry's trial either. He only used the Patronus Charm to protect his own safety. I will come forward to defend him on the day of the trial."

"Therefore, the next focus is to pay more attention to Voldemort and his followers. Fudge's various actions are exactly what Voldemort wants, so he will definitely let the Death Eaters take this opportunity to fully infiltrate the Ministry of Magic."

"Don't worry," Sebastian said with a smile, "The Ministry of Magic is loosely guarded on the outside but tightly guarded on the inside. Amelia Bones is very willing to cooperate with us. She is fully aware of all the changes in the Ministry of Magic, and all the suspects are under her surveillance. As long as the time is right, she will use thunderous means to eradicate all those tumors."

Dumbledore nodded. This situation was much better than he had expected. If he didn't have to worry about the Ministry of Magic, he could let the people of the Order of the Phoenix focus their energy on other Death Eaters.

"There is another problem. Fudge has clearly stated that he will send Umbridge to Hogwarts to serve as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor after the start of the school year, in order to strengthen the Ministry of Magic's control over Hogwarts."

Hearing this, everyone present looked at each other, obviously feeling that this news was too outrageous.

Sirius Black was the first to lose his temper, immediately cursing and saying: "Umbridge, that guy who became the Undersecretary by sucking up to Fudge, has no real talent. Letting her teach Defense Against the Dark Arts is purely坑人, isn't it?"

Moody couldn't help but say: "This is not a good idea! The Ministry of Magic's hand is reaching too far."

Lupin frowned: "Headmaster, you shouldn't agree to the Ministry of Magic's request. Letting this kind of person teach students means the children won't learn anything real."

Listening to everyone's discussion, Sebastian smiled mischievously: "Headmaster, we can give Umbridge a dismounting blow to make her unable to stay at Hogwarts and then take the initiative to resign."

"I have a Dementor in my hand that is used for students to practice the Patronus Charm. I can give it a snack after Umbridge falls asleep. At most half a month, she will leave Hogwarts crying and screaming."

"That's a good idea," Sirius Black's eyes lit up. "臭天... no, I mean Sebastian, you have a lot of bad ideas. I can also contribute a batch of prank props, such as the improved Dungbombs, which will stick to the body and the smell won't disappear for ten and a half months."

Sirius Black spoke endlessly, contributing a lot of bad ideas in a short while.

Snape sat aside with a gloomy face, very rarely not interrupting Sirius Black with sarcastic remarks.

After this commotion, the heavy atmosphere in the meeting room was swept away, and then the topic became more and more outrageous.

Seeing that a good meeting had turned into a Umbridge pranking conference, Dumbledore felt a headache. He rubbed his eyebrows and interrupted.

"You misunderstood my meaning. We and the Ministry of Magic should not publicly tear apart our faces. That's what Voldemort would be most happy to see."

Hearing this, Sebastian curled his lips dismissively.

Old Dumbledore's holier-than-thou attitude has struck again. They've already torn their faces, but he's still fantasizing about not having conflicts.

Sirius Black had some good ideas just now, but it's not convenient for me to use them because of my identity. I'll let him teach them to Harry and the others, so that the young guys can give Umbridge a lesson.