Hogwarts Everything is Three

Umbridge grabbed the shoulders of the girl next to Pansy who buried her head in the magic robe. She raised her head, and the sound of air-conditioning was immediately heard around her. A series of dense purple pustules had crawled across her nose. And on her cheeks, the word "informer" appeared, making her face so ugly and ugly-the parchment signed by the DA members was enchanted by Harry and Hermione, if anyone Whistleblowers will be punished in this way.

At the same time, everyone recognized that it was Marietta, and she quickly covered her cheeks with her hands.

"Don't panic, honey, don't be afraid," Professor Umbridge patted her on the back softly, "It's all right now. You did it right. The minister is very satisfied with you. He will tell you Mom, you are a good girl. Minister, Marietta's mother," she added, looking up at Fudge, "It's Mrs. Ekmo from the Floo Network Administration of the Magic Transportation Division-you know, she's helping us Monitor the fire at Hogwarts."

"Well, a mother must have a daughter," Fudge said uncomfortably just seeing Marietta. "Well, let's talk about it, hurry up, dear."

"Don't worry about these spots now, my dear," Umbridge said impatiently. "Take your hand off your face and tell the minister--"

But Marietta wailed again and sullenly, shaking her head desperately.

"Huh, all right, you silly girl, I'll tell them." Umbridge said angrily. She quickly put on a disgusting smile and said, “That’s right, Minister, this evening, this Miss Ekmore came to my office shortly after dinner and told me that she had something to tell me. She said if When I entered a secret room on the eighth floor, I found something good for me. It is said that this secret room is sometimes called the room for all requests. When I further questioned her, she admitted that there was some kind of gathering. Unfortunately, at that time These poisonous curses," she waved impatiently at Marietta's face hidden in her robe again, "started to work, and she was so sad that she couldn't help but see her face in my mirror. Tell me more, this illegal organization is really cruel. Even if some members wake up and make the right choice, they will be punished like a dark wizard. Poor girl, minister, we can get rewards later. Let’s take a look at her behavior of abandoning the dark and throwing light."

Fudge nodded impatiently, patted Marietta Ekmo on the shoulder, trying to comfort the now ruined little girl, but the other party just buried her face tighter in her palm.

"But it doesn't matter, combined with what Mr. Weasley said, we can conclude," Umbridge pointed to the corridor, "They must be here, Minister, we can take turns to send someone to guard here, even if they refuse to come out now. , But you have to eat, right?"

"Although we can't see them now, we can send someone to stay here forever. Dumbledore, you and your Fox may have been wronged for a few days. Although I don't have the right to arrest you directly, I still have the authority. Let the Auror stare at you and your bird for a while, lest your Phoenix pick them up secretly." Fudge squinted his eyes and walked a few steps in the corridor with Umbridge before singing and speaking about them. After discussing the plan, he turned his head and smiled at Dumbledore.

"Connelly, there is no need for this. I will let them come out." Dumbledore's gaze slid across the entrance of the responsive room. He took out a piece of parchment, and pointed his wand against the parchment. The parchment was handed to Fox.

"Aha! Dumbledore, you can't use the phoenix, even if you are sending a letter, your phoenix can take people to teleport." Fudge yelled excitedly when he thought he heard Dumbledore's plan to surrender, and he tiptoed. Jumping, but for the sake of caution, he still asked the opponent not to use Phoenix.

"Oh, the Minister thought well, the Minister was right!" Percy complimented.

"I think you will find that you are mistaken on this point, Connelly." Dumbledore said softly, his half-moon glasses drooping on his crooked nose, and he was staring at Fudge from above. "I I just want to call them out. Since you said that, I will only use Phoenix tail feathers to spread the letter." With that, Dumbledore pulled out a golden Phoenix tail feather from his sleeve.

In the responsive room, a phoenix tail feather suddenly appeared in Harry's hand. "Come out." Dumbledore's voice was uploaded from the letter above.

For Dumbledore, the little wizards in the responsive room had absolute trust, and they were relieved to file out from the exit obediently, thinking that the omnipotent principal once again helped them solve the problem.

"Look, Harry!" Umbridge said beamingly when he saw Harry walking out, "and the members of illegal organizations!"

Harry and the others noticed Ron, who was in a trance, and understood why they didn't see Ron at the assembly tonight. At this time Filch handed Fudge the list nailed to the wall of the House of Request. "It's great," Fudge said, with a smile on his face. "It's great, Filch. I'll see...Oh my god..."

"Look at what name this is," Fudge said softly. "Dumbledore's Army."

Dumbledore reached out and took the parchment from Fudge. He stared at the scribbled headline on the parchment, and he seemed unable to say anything for a while. Then he smiled and raised his eyes.

Umbridge used a sweet smile to make her pride not appear too obvious, "So Principal Dumbledore, do you now admit that you are recruiting these students to join your army?"

"I organized it." Dumbledore nodded calmly as always, "I should have attended this party for the first time tonight, just to see if they would cooperate with me. Of course, now I understand, invite Miss Ekmore was a mistake."

"You're really planning how to fight me secretly!" Fudge roared, and appeared very injured. In fact, although he himself has been trying to attack and discredit Dumbledore by various means after the Goblet of Fire, he just wants to keep it. Own position, deny the return of the mysterious man. He even had a glimmer of illusion that as long as he fired Harry Potter who lied in order to attract the attention of others, Dumbledore would be able to wake up and restore his previous relationship. In fact, from the bottom of his heart, he did not want to believe that he had been with him. For many years, Dumbledore would leave the Headmaster of Hogwarts not to do it and run to fight with him about the Minister of Magic. What he really wanted would not be his turn to take office, but now, Umbridge and Irving Harry It became a fact that Si always warned him that Dumbledore's purpose was really trying to overthrow himself!

"It seems that everything is over." Dumbledore said briefly. "Do you need me to write a written confession, Connelly-or is it enough to make a statement in front of these witnesses? It's all As planned by me, these students only acted under my instructions as the principal of Hogwarts. They can't go against the wishes of a principal."

Hearing this, Harry finally understood Umbridge and Dumbledore’s plan. Umbridge wanted to use DA to splash dirty water on Dumbledore, and Dumbledore apparently planned to resist in order to protect himself. They made mistakes because of their recklessness, and he would never let it happen.

"No! Dumbledore—" Harry shouted, "It has nothing to do with you, it's my team..."

"You shut up! Harry Potter!" Fudge regained his energy and said sharply ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and looked at Dumbledore with a terrifying joy. "Well, I didn't expect it. You really organized an army."

"Dumbledore’s Army, Connelly," Dumbledore said, waving the list in front of Fudge, with a smile still on his face, "not the Porter Army, not the Weasley Army, but Dumbledore. The army, I personally organized it."

At this time, Harry had been stopped by Professor McGonagall, and the other D.A members who had come to understand had already begun to cry.

"Weasley!" Fudge yelled, his illusion changed in his heart and he was now shivering with joy, "Weasley, have you written all these down? What he said, his confession, you Did you write it down?"

"Yes, sir, I think so, sir!" Percy said earnestly, his nose splattered with ink as he quickly took notes.

"He wants to build an army against the Ministry of Magic. He wants to overthrow me. Is this recorded?"

"Yes, sir, I took it down, yes!" Percy said while scanning the record happily.

"You are now going to be escorted to the Ministry of Magic, where you will be formally charged, and then sent to Azkaban to wait for trial!" Fudge said loudly.

Dumbledore just smiled and gently grabbed his old magic wand with his hand, "Well—you seem to have an illusion that you think I would—how do you say that sentence?—I’m afraid I am. I’m not going to die at all, Connelly. I don’t want to be sent to Azkaban at all. Of course, I can escape—but what a waste of time, and, frankly, I remember that I still have a lot As for things, I would rather do those things."