I'm playing a big knife at HP

Marciana didn't take the chance to fight the freed Death Eaters—she was still teaching.

In fact, no one was picking it up, the Death Eaters weren't doing much - Voldemort was too busy infiltrating the Ministry of Magic to get the Department of Mysteries' prophecy balls, not much of the terror for which he was famous - and that was it. As a result, both sides are in the stage of standing still and monitoring each other.Voldemort and Dumbledore wrestled secretly with the Ministry of Magic as the battlefield, attacking and defending; Fudge didn't know it, did nothing, and was busy discrediting Dumbledore, so the three parties unexpectedly stalemate strangely.

In the first week of April, this delicate balance is upset by someone.This person is an employee of the Magical Transportation Division Flying Road Network Administration surnamed Aikemo.Aikemo's usual job is to help the Ministry of Magic monitor the fireplace at Hogwarts. There is nothing special about it except that she is more self-motivated, but she has a daughter.After her mother repeatedly told her to obey the orders of the Ministry of Magic and never mess around with Dumbledore, this daughter, a sixth-year Ravenclaw named Marietta Ackmore, found the only one around her who was absolutely loyal to her. People from the Ministry of Magic.

Dolores Jane Umbridge finally ushered in her bright moment after being dormant for more than half a year.

Marciana and Minerva McGonagall were discussing the Order of the Phoenix with Dumbledore when the fire in the headmaster's room turned green.Marciana was not surprised to see Minister Fudge leading Kingsley, Dawlish and Percy Weasley out.

Two Aurors?What is Fudge going to do?

Next, the door to the headmaster's office opened again, and Umbridge walked in grabbing Harry, followed by two Aurors—the two Aurors looked listless, and they obviously didn't want to grab Harry for her command. Several students are proud.

...haven't caught it yet.

"He's on his way back to Gryffindor Tower." Umbridge's voice trembled with excitement, and a frenzied and ferocious expression appeared on his face, "Stop him."

"Well, well..." said Fudge triumphantly, "Potter... I suppose you know why you're here?"

A stubborn look appeared on Harry's face, but Dumbledore shook his head quietly.

"Know-no."

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

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

Marciana smiled slightly, and Dumbledore rolled his eyes.Harry took what they meant and was relieved.

"Then you don't know," said Fudge, with undisguised sarcasm, "why Professor Umbridge brought you into this office? Don't you realize you've broken the rules?"

Harry denied it.

Fudge stared at Harry majestically, trying to intimidate the child with his ministerial dignity: "So, this is the first time you've heard that an illegal student organization has been found in this school?"

It turned out to be for this, Marciana knew.She couldn't help feeling amused in her heart—there was such a big Voldemort outside leading such a large group of Death Eaters, but Fudge went to war for a few teenage children.But on second thought, if a few students could scare Fudge like this, wouldn't the idea that Death Eaters were active scare him to death?

No wonder Fudge didn't believe Voldemort was back - it was survival instinct, I guess.

"Minister, I think," said Umbridge slyly, "that perhaps we might get along a little faster if I brought the whistleblower."

Next, Umbridge brought back Marietta Ackmore, who had pus on her face with the words "Informer" - Marciana knew at a glance that this was a curse caused by violating a magical contract.This sixth grade student didn't know that, as a witch, one had to be careful when signing any contract.

During the interrogation of Marietta, Marciana noticed that Kingsley had cast the Imperius Curse on her in a very subtle way - although the effect was a bit rough, neither Fudge nor Umbridge could see it.

Sure enough, Marietta retracted her confession on the spot, which made Umbridge very angry.

But Umbridge also had a killer weapon: in the Room of Requirement, she had found the list of members of the society, and the list was—what should I say about Harry—pinned to the wall.To do this in underground work can be regarded as straightforward.

Marciana wanted to cover her face and lament, and suspected that Harry had never seen a spy movie.

"See what they named themselves?" said Fudge softly. "Dumbledore's Army."

Marciana raised her eyebrows and looked at Harry—these children, these little wizards who haven't even developed their magic power, have voluntarily established such a small team for one of the most powerful wizards in the world, thinking To fight alongside him.

Look, Albus.I told you, time is on our side.

Dumbledore reached out and took the parchment from Fudge, speechless for a while.Finally, smiling, he lifted his head, and his twinkling blue eyes met Marciana's smiling blue eyes for a moment.

[It looks like it's all over,'' he said curtly, ''Do you want me to make a written statement, Connelly—or is it enough to make a statement in front of these witnesses? 】

Kingsley and Mag looked at each other anxiously.Neither Harry nor Fudge had understood yet, but Marciana had grasped Dumbledore's intentions the instant she exchanged glances with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was right, Marciana thought, Harry must not be taken away from Hogwarts now.He, and his mind, needed Hogwarts' protection.

Of course Fudge couldn't understand.The so-called good bosses take the blame for their subordinates, and bad bosses let their subordinates take the blame for themselves. People like Fudge probably never imagined that someone would be willing to take the blame for others-although Dumbledore would not suffer any harm.This is even better, no matter what Dumbledore says, as long as it can meet Fudge's wishes, he will believe it.Even if Harry shouted the truth into his ear now, Fudge would pretend not to hear.

【"Dumbledore's Army, Connelly," Dumbledore shook the list with a smile: "It's not Potter's Army. It's Dumbledore's Army."】

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

At this moment, Harry finally understood, with deep fear and regret on his face: "No!"

Both Kingsley and McGonagall looked at him admonishingly, and Dumbledore stopped Harry severely with his eyes.Marciana held her wand helplessly, and nodded invisibly towards Kingsley: If necessary, I will cast the Imperius Curse on him as well.

Luckily Dumbledore's warning quieted Harry.But judging by Fudge's overjoyed look, it wouldn't change anything if Harry wasn't quiet.After asking a few casual questions, Fudge announced impatiently that Dumbledore would be arrested and taken to Azkaban.

Dumbledore hid his hands in his sleeves calmly, and said with a smile: [Well——you seem to have an illusion that I would——how do you say that sentence? —Hold your hands and wait to die.I'm afraid I'm not hanging around at all, Connelly.I don't want to be sent to Azkaban at all.Of course, I could get out--but what a waste of time, and frankly, I remembered that I had a lot of other things to do that I'd rather be doing. 】

Fudge and Umbridge were momentarily transfixed as they watched the sheep turn into dragons.

Marciana almost laughed out loud. She almost understood the Death Eaters: honestly, being a villain is a lot more enjoyable than being a good guy.

An Auror nodded resolutely at Fudge, and took a few steps away from the wall.One of his hands casually reached into his pocket.Marciana stood in front of Dumbledore, her right hand was always hanging by her side, but anyone who knew her knew that she must be holding the wand tightly under the sleeve, and the tip of the wand was already aimed at the enemy.

"Hey, Dawlish, long time no see." She smiled and said, "How is Linda?"

"She's fine, we just had our second child." Dawlish replied reflexively, and felt that the atmosphere wasn't right until the words came out.He scowled, staring at Marciana warily: "Get out of the way, Martha, I don't want to hurt you. You've been out of the team for a few years, and we have four Aurors."

"Do you doubt that my hand is born?" Marciana laughed, "Then I have to try."

Now the other two Aurors tensed up, reaching into their pockets.

"Martha, back off, today's matter has nothing to do with you, don't make a move." Dumbledore said to Marciana seriously, and at the same time glanced at Professor McGonagall who was standing upright: "Minerva, you Same. Hogwarts needs you."

Marciana frowned, and took a step back obediently.

"So," Fudge sneered, the superiority in numbers seemed to give him confidence, "You plan to deal with Dolores alone, me and four Aurors, right, Dumbledore?"

Marciana and Kingsley exchanged a disdainful look - making it sound like you and Umbridge would be of use.

Six people surrounded Dumbledore, six wands were aimed at him, and the four Aurors quickly recited the spell.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall nimbly fell to the ground, and pushed Harry and Marietta to the ground one by one.Kingsley swung his wand exaggeratedly, and accidentally knocked Dawlish's wand sideways, and Dawlish's spell only shattered the window glass of the principal's room.Marciana pretended to bend down to avoid, and bumped her shoulder on the waist of an Auror who was following Umbridge. One hit the frame of the portrait, and one - well, hit Umbridge.

As for Fudge, he didn't react at all while holding his wand.

While Marciana, McGonagall, and Kingsley were moving, Dumbledore raised his elder wand and released three beams of silver light, one exploding in front of Fudge, and the other on the heads of Umbridge and the two Aurors It exploded, and another one exploded on the heads of Kingsley and Dawlish - after the silver light flashed, they all passed out without saying a word.

"Are you all right?" Dumbledore asked.

"It's okay!" Professor McGonagall got up and stretched out his hands to pull up the two students.Marciana brushed off her robe and nodded.

Dumbledore held Harry's shoulders with both hands, and urged him eagerly: [... You must do your best to learn Occlumency, do you understand what I mean?Do exactly what Professor Snape told you to do, and practice Occlumency, especially before going to bed every night, so that you can close your own mind and stop having nightmares - you'll soon find out why, but You have to promise me - remember - close your brain - you will understand. 】

Harry looked like he was about to cry, and he nodded.Dumbledore let him go, grabbed Fawkes the Phoenix by the tail, and they disappeared in a flash of flame.

Fudge struggled to get up from the ground: "Where is he?"

Kingsley jumped up: "I don't know!"

"He can't Apparate, not at school... stairs!" Umbridge yelled.

Dawlish chased down the stairs, followed by Umbridge and the other three Aurors. Only Fudge was left in the messy headmaster's office, with two professors and two students staring at each other.Fudge failed to catch Dumbledore, and looked very upset. He bit the bullet and said a few harsh words, and then drove Professor McGonagall and Marciana away.They obeyed him calmly, and went back to the dormitory with a stunned Marietta and a dazed Harry.

Watching Harry disappear into the Gryffindor tower, Marciana said to McGonagall: "You know, sometimes I really love that old man." She thought for a while, "Even if we want to stay Clean up the mess and give Umbridge the same look."

Mag glanced at her with a straight face and reproached, and couldn't hold back a smile.She said solemnly: "No way, that's what we ladies are good at - helping trouble-making boys clean up the mess."

"A boy over 100 years old?"

"Especially him."

They looked at each other and smiled.

The author has something to say: This chapter is still full of Dumbledore slay.

Fudge is really miserable. I think this character was written to make Dumbledore slap him in the face. It's really pitiful.After all, he is the prime minister.