[HP] turns in your hand

When the door of the principal's office was opened again, what Dumbledore saw was Umbridge, who was so outraged that his whole face turned a liver-colored liver, Harry, who was brought in by her with an innocent face, and one left and one right Holding Harry between them seemed to be two members of the investigative operations team to prevent him from escaping.

Cornelius Fudge stood up almost the first time he saw Harry, and he clapped his hands excitedly, triumphantly: "Okay, okay! I've caught you!"

Dumbledore glanced at Harry, and then he looked at another classmate who was standing next to Harry with Draco Malfoy, with the "Investigative Operations Team" badge pinned to his chest.

"Good evening, Professor Umbridge," said Dumbledore calmly. "Good evening, Harry, and Mr. Malfoy and...Miss Lowe."

Chiara smiled slightly at Dumbledore: "Good evening, Professor Dumbledore."

"Mr. Minister! When I arrived, Potter was the only one in that room!" Umbridge was so angry that his eyes were red, "They must have got the news in advance—"

Fudge's smile froze hilariously on his face, and he looked at Harry, at Umbridge, and became incoherent.

"You clearly swear to tell me—"

"Yes, I did get the exact news! Miss Marietta Ackmore told me that Potter would take his gang of cronies to a meeting of illegal societies at eight o'clock tonight, but when I arrived— "

"That means someone has leaked the news!" Fudge said furiously, "Or, what you got was fake news at all!"

Umbridge turned to Harry through gritted teeth, and she growled, "Why are you in that secret room tonight, Potter?"

Harry spread his hands quite innocently: "I told you just now, I just want to find a clean place to study."

"But Miss Ackmore said--"

"That stupid girl may be lying and gave you false information!" Fudge interrupted her, "How do you explain it? I made such a huge effort to bring people to Hogwarts tonight just to make you humiliate me Is it mine?"

Umbridge's face quickly changed from liver color to livid gray after hearing Fudge's words.

"No, Minister, I definitely didn't mean to—I reported to you in October, Potter, he definitely organized a secret society! He and a group of people gathered at the Pig's Head Bar!"

Dumbledore gave a soft "Oh" at this time: "Really, you also have similar 'sources' about the gathering at the Pig's Head Bar?"

Umbridge gave him a resentful gouged look: "Of course, Willie Weathersing kept a record of their meeting."

"Oh, no wonder, I said why Willy Wiedersing was exonerated from the prosecution of the toilet sewage backflush incident." Professor McGonagall sneered behind Dumbledore, "This is the fairness and justice of our Ministry of Magic, yes Do you make deals with criminals?"

Chiara glanced at Fudge, wondering why he could keep his face completely unchanged when he was being taunted.

"Even if Potter isn't caught this time, the gathering at the Pig's Head is solid evidence." Umbridge took a breath, and explained hastily, as if he could win Fudge's trust by doing so, "He wants to win over quite a few people. Students—the scale is huge! And trying to teach these students some spells and curses that the Ministry of Magic has listed as dangerous is an act that violates the Education Order of the Ministry of Magic, and just for that one time, I can apply to expel Potter!"

Fudge's complexion gradually improved, he seemed satisfied with Umbridge's performance just now, and then continued to look at Dumbledore with provocative eyes.

Dumbledore didn't give him any satisfactory response.

"However, if I remember correctly..." he tapped his fingertips on the table lightly, "the "Education Order No. 24" announcing the banning of all associations was promulgated after the meeting at the Pig's Head Pub. In other words, Harry The meeting at the Hog's Head..."

Everyone watched Fudge's face turn gray little by little.

"It doesn't violate any regulations at all." Dumbledore completed the sentence with a smile.

There was a brief eerie silence in the office, with only a few people keeping their composure during the awkward time.A muscle in Fudge's face was twitching erratically, and he was looking murderously at Dumbledore and Harry - and finally at Umbridge.

Umbridge flinched for a moment under his gaze.

"That is to say, today, Potter can escape unscathed?" Fudge asked.

"I think so," said Dumbledore, "and, I suggest that Professor Umbridge apologize to Harry at the same time, after all, she made groundless accusations against him today and affected his normal study arrangement." .”

Chiara had worked very hard to keep her face blank, and it was much harder to hold back a smile than to smile flatteringly at Umbridge.

"No, he can't just walk out like this!"

Umbridge still wanted to struggle: "Miss Ackermore, Miss Marietta Ackermore knows something, I'll bring her here now, she's—"

"She's in the infirmary, Professor Umbridge." Chiara reminded softly, "Because she had some weird rashes on her face, she suspected it was contagious, so she just sent an application to Madam Pomfrey. Go to St. Mungo's. I don't know if she's already--"

"Get her back at once!" Umbridge screamed. "I don't care if that shit on her face is some kind of shingles or a zit or something. Tell her to come back!"

"enough."

Fudge took a step forward, leaning on his cane, and staring darkly at Umbridge, he asked in a low voice, "When you called me over tonight, you told me 'it's a sure thing,' Umbridge. "

"I don't know what the problem is, Mr. Minister, I—"

"You'd better give me a convincing explanation." He said every word, "but unfortunately, your credit value with me is almost zero now."

Umbridge watched distraughtly as Fudge stormed off with the two Aurors, opened her mouth, and finally looked back at Harry tremblingly.

"You." She said, reaching out to grab his shoulder and shake it, "It's you, right, it's you—"

Harry swiftly passed under her hand, with an obvious smile on his face: "I don't know what you're talking about, Professor Umbridge, I also feel very baffled today."

"If there is nothing else to do, I would like to ask you to leave, Professor Umbridge." Dumbledore did not give her a chance to continue spitting in the headmaster's office, "Harry, you stay here."

Ciara turned around with the blue-faced Draco. She was in a good mood. In order not to draw too much attention to her radiant face, she deliberately lowered her head and let her bangs cast most of the shadow on her face.

"Also, Miss Luo."

Ziara paused, and Harry turned to look at her curiously.

"Please wait at the door for a while." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I would like to talk to you about your employment consultation."

Chiara raised an eyebrow. She instinctively felt that Dumbledore probably wanted to discuss with her whether to write novels or become a librarian after graduation, but she didn't say anything, but stopped at the door obediently, giving He conjured up a small stool and sat down.

The irrelevant people all exited the principal's office, Dumbledore pointed to the chair in front of his desk, Harry came over and sat down, and wanted to explain somewhat uneasily: "Principal, I—"

"It's all right." Dumbledore gently stopped what he was going to say later, "As long as you don't get caught, it didn't happen, did it?"

Harry choked, looked at Dumbledore who seemed to know everything but didn't care, and then slumped his shoulders in relief.

"Did you send a message to tell us to evacuate?" he asked.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly: "No, there is someone else."

"Who could that be?" Harry asked confused. "When we got to the Room of Requirement, the warning note was already on the table..."

Dumbledore said with a smile: "If that person doesn't want you to know, then that person has a reason not to reveal his identity."

Harry's expression changed slightly, as if he had guessed something.

"Could it be..."

"Are you free during the Easter break, Harry?" asked Dumbledore suddenly.

Harry was caught off guard, and he nodded blankly: "Yes... yes."

"I hope you can set aside a day, I have something to ask for your help." Dumbledore said, "It's very important."

When Harry left the office, he found that Chiara was lying on the chair in a daze, her back was leaning against the wall, her eyes were empty, and she was staring at the portrait on the office wall.

"Chiara?"

Ziara came back to her senses, she rolled her eyes to look at Harry, and blinked: "Can I go in?"

"Yes." Harry hesitated, then asked, "Today's note..."

Chiara stood up, patted the hem of her school uniform, and asked without changing her face, "What note?"

Harry stared at her face, and after a while, he said, "It's nothing, I'm leaving."

"Goodbye, Harry." Chiara said goodbye to him calmly.

She walked straight forward, came within Dumbledore's line of sight, and sat down without waiting for him to say anything.Unlike the nervousness when she first came to the principal's office, Chiara was now much more relaxed. After she sat down firmly, she was ready to wait for Dumbledore's questions.

Dumbledore seemed amused by her attitude of giving up struggling, and he said with a smile: "Thank you, Chiara."

Chiara looked up at Dumbledore, not surprised that he knew her whereabouts: "I didn't do anything."

"You've done enough."

Dumbledore folded his hands, and affirmed gently and unquestionably: "You have done enough things for the whole world."

Ciara leaned back against the back of the chair, staring blankly at a star embroidered with gold thread on the front of Dumbledore's robe, and raised the corner of her lips very quickly, as if about to laugh.

"But it's not done yet," she said softly.

"It will be done."

Dumbledore's words always had the power to believe, and Chiara looked up to meet his bright blue eyes, and couldn't look away.

"You know where he is now, don't you?" he asked.

Chiara nodded wordlessly.

Dumbledore tenderly extended the olive branch: "It's only one step away, Chiara, it's only one step away from real peace... Maybe we can solve him together."

In Chiara's eyes, those defenses that were once extremely hard were already as fragile as spring ice floes. Her ears moved, and after a long but not so long silence, she slowly opened her mouth.

"Don't get Professor Snape involved."

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The author has something to say:

Xiao Qi: I don’t understand why things have developed to the point where Dumbledore and I form a team... Forget it, anyway, there is only a little bit left, hurry up and finish it off

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