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"You are talking nonsense!

Hearing the name that popped out of Amber's mouth, Umbridge turned pale in shock and knocked over the flower pot on the table.

"That person is already dead, and he can't come back to life. You are telling people to confuse people. You are creating panic among people!"

"I don't understand what the prosecutor said. It clearly said that you were instructed by a great wizard. I just made the most appropriate judgment based on Quirrell's identity."5

And Amber is sitting there with the old god present. Looking at Umbridge, who was leaning back on the table, with a smile on his lips, he asked:

"Then if it weren't for Voldemort - according to you, Voldemort is dead."

"There are only a few great wizards now, except for some who are not allowed to move outside. There are only a few choices available.

"If you can't choose Voldemort who is most closely related to the Death Eaters "610". Then who do you think should be?""

The conversation turned to Umbridge, the woman who came to Hogwarts to find fault. At this time, he opened his mouth, but he couldn't utter a word.

He couldn't blatantly say Dumbledore's name.

"good very good.

Looking at the young but calm face in front of him, Umbridge re-examined Amber for the first time.

He finally realized with hindsight that this first-year little wizard was not as easy to lead and fool as she thought.

On the contrary, because of his recklessness, he actually let this little wizard force him to step down from the stage.

"I will investigate it clearly, I will investigate it clearly."

At this point, in a hurry, Umbridge couldn't make any effective explanation for a while.

He could only stare at Amber with his eyes fixed, with a cold and fierce look in his eyes, half a threat, half a fake smirk.

"In that case, Ms. Umbridge, I hope you can talk to me after you have a clear target of suspicion.

"Of course, if you are sure that it is Professor Dumbledore, you can submit an investigation and trial to the Ministry of Magic, and I will state my views in front of Wizengamore.

Speaking of which, Amber knows that today's events are over.

He stood up unceremoniously, drank the remaining soda, and threw the bottle at Umbridge's feet at will, raised his eyes, and said indifferently:

"But one thing I need to remind you is that now Hogwarts is approaching the holiday. If you can't finish this thing before the holiday, I'm afraid you will have to stay at Hogwarts this summer.

After speaking, Amber turned and left, closing the door lightly, leaving Umbridge alone in the room with a gloomy expression on his face.

And Amber, who was walking in the corridor, also had an absurd look on his face.

What's up with this bastard, Fudge? How did you send such an idiot as an investigator?

At a time like this, Fudge didn't have the wings to fly alone, and it was a time to betray Dumbledore, and he didn't know what was going on in his stupid head.

Back in the dormitory, Amber contacted Fudge immediately.

Then through the phone, Amber keenly found that Fudge seemed to have something unspeakable, and he hesitated many times.

In the end, the two could only make an agreement that the ambush would come to Hogwarts in person in a few days, and then they would discuss face-to-face.

Time passed quickly, especially since the end of the semester, some of Umbridge's investigations on campus did not attract students' attention.

They are all nervously preparing for the final exam, which is related to whether the students will have a relaxing summer vacation after returning home.

Like it or not, the exam will always come.

"God, my answer must have been wrong. I seem to have forgotten the era of the goblin rebellion, and there is also—"

After the exam, Amber and Hermione walked side by side by the Black Lake, listening to Hermione's familiar chatter, Amber felt that he missed it for a while.

But unlike Amber, who had been devastated since childhood, Harry and Ronald felt like a big head when they first saw Hermione like this.

"My God, Hermione, now that the exam is over, can we not talk about exam questions?

"I agree, you remind us of some bad things like this."

Seeing Harry and Ronald complaining from side to side, he almost covered Hermione's mouth, Amber smiled and said nothing.

Where is this going? In the next seven years, you will suffer, young man..

However, seeing that the three of them were gradually arguing again, Amber could only appear at the right time to stop their conversation that became more and more gunpowder-smelling.

"Okay, okay, just finished the exam, everyone relax."

Amber's persuasion was undoubtedly effective, Hermione gave Harry Ronald a stern look and stood aside angrily, but finally did not continue to talk about the exam.

Instead, he talked about what happened in that big classroom before.

"But Amber, you're going too far. You know that Quirrell is Voldemort, yet you haven't told us.

Seeing that the little witch took the initiative to change the subject of the exam, Harry and Ronald looked at each other and were often relieved.

But when they talked about the previous incident, they immediately united the front and carried out a brutal attack on Amber.

"That's right, Amber, you're going too far, you know there's something wrong with Quirrell, but you're hiding it from us.

"Yeah, yeah, Fred and George were laughing at me before, so they already knew about Quirrell's problem. I have to tell Mom, it's too much.

Ronald stood on the side sulking alone. He had wanted to add fuel to the incident in the classroom and told his brothers.

But it drew a good laugh from the Weasley twins.

"This 2.0 is not that I don't tell you, the principal clearly asked me not to tell you. 99

Amber shrugged and sold Dumbledore in an instant.

What the old bee did this time really made Amber hold a grudge. Since he wanted to cultivate a savior so much, it would be a pleasure to make it more difficult for him.

Thinking of this, Amber's mouth curled into a wicked smile, and he turned to look at Harry, his tone gradually becoming incomprehensible.

"Harry, the Headmaster is there, do you want to ask him yourself?

The trio was stunned for a moment, then turned to look in the direction Amber pointed.

I saw the school gate. Dumbledore and Professor Mike stood there, welcoming the hurried Ministry of Magic crowd.

And standing in the front, it was Minister Fudge, who was wearing a top hat and looked dusty.