HP Magic Biography

"You just lost control?"

Professor McGonagall pursed his lips, making his face a little pale.

Marida still looks sluggish. In many cases, as long as the source is found, it is easy to find the clues, but Dumbledore is different. Even though Fanlin has discovered how Dumbledore casts spells, one inadvertently, That clear feeling will fade away quickly...

Umbridge's face was blue. If there was no evidence, Dumbledore pointed it with his magic wand. This was not a treatment that ordinary people could enjoy.

For example, Grindelwald? Voldemort? Or, death?

It seems that if you want to be Dumbledore's opponent, this is not something ordinary people can afford.

But soon Umbridge stood up again. Everyone knew that there was such a thing. Then, even if Marida didn't say...

In fact, Marida is still standing within Umbridge’s reach. She still looks worried about being attacked suddenly by Umbridge again, and at the same time feels relieved to be free from Umbridge’s hands. . She still clutched her robe tightly and pulled her head under her eyes. Her eyes were strangely blank, and she stared straight ahead.

It seems that Mr. Headmaster intends to keep it until he leaves, but even if Dumbledore doesn't do this, Fanlin can guarantee that Marida can't say anything.

What a joke, even Dumbledore would have to pay a sufficient price for breaking the contract in front of him as the operator.

"Doroth," Fudge tried to stabilize the situation for the last time, "tonight's party-the one we all know clearly has happened?"

"Yes," Umbridge cheered up again, "Yes, um, Miss Marida came to report to me, and accompanied by a trusted classmate, let me catch the criminals who were gathering. . It seems that they have been warned that I want to go there in advance, because when we reached the seventh floor, they were rushing in all directions. Miss Parkinson went to the responsive house to help me check if they had left anything, and found them This is very important because we need evidence, and the House of Need just provides the evidence we need."

Harry watched with some shock as she pulled out the list nailed to the wall of the House of Need from her pocket and gave it to Fudge.

"When I saw Potter's name on it, I knew what we were going to deal with." She said softly.

"Great!" A smile appeared on Fudge's face. "Doroth, you are amazing! And... Damn..." He raised his head and looked at the wand gently holding his hand, still standing. Dumbledore by Marida, "Look what name they named themselves?" Fudge said quietly, "Dumbledore Army!"

Dumbledore reached out and took the parchment from Fudge, staring at the headline that Hermione had scribbled down a few months ago. At that moment, he seemed unable to say a word.

Then Dumbledore raised his head and smiled, "Well, something has already happened-" He said briefly, "Connelly, do you want me to write a confession now, or do I just have to be in front of these witnesses? Is it enough to make a statement?"

Dumbledore's attitude of confessing guilt clearly exceeded everyone's expectations. Professor McGonagall and Kingsley exchanged glances, and there were expressions of fear on their faces. They didn't know what was going to happen, and Fudge obviously didn't know what was going on.

"Statement?" Fudge said hesitantly. "What, I don't."

"Dumbledore's army, Connelly!" Dumbledore smiled and waved the list in front of Fudge. "This is not Porter's army, nor is it Al's army, it's Dumbledore's army!"

"But but" flashed across Fudge's face for a moment. He stepped back in horror, then screamed, and jumped out of the fire again. "Your?" He murmured, and stamped out the smoldering cloak again.

"Yes!" Dumbledore said quickly.

"This is your organization?" Fudge asked incredulously.

"Yes." Dumbledore replied.

"You recruit these students to be your army?"

"Tonight is the first gathering," Dumbledore said, nodding his head, "just to see if they are interested in adding people. Of course, I now know that inviting Miss Marida is incorrect."

Marida nodded. Fudge looked at her, then at Dumbledore, his chest swelled. "You are secretly planning how to fight me!" he growled.

"Yes, that's right." Dumbledore replied happily.

"No!" Harry shouted. Kingsley gave Harry a warning look quickly, and Professor McGonagall stared threateningly at Harry. But Harry suddenly understood what Dumbledore might want to do, and he would never let this happen.

"Not Dumbledore"

"Quiet, Harry, or I think you have to leave my office." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Yes, Potter, you shut up!" Fudge snapped, and glanced at Dumbledore with a terrifying joy. "Well, well, I came here only expecting to expel Te but instead"

"On the contrary, you can arrest me." Dumbledore said with a smile. "It's like dropping a sickle coin but getting a golden gallon, isn't it?"

"Indeed, Minister, I think it is so." Percy said urgently, his nose was stained with ink splashed from quick notes.

"This short paragraph is about how he built an army against the Ministry of Magic, how does he want to overthrow me in secret?" Fudge pointed to the list and said.

"Well, um, Minister, I've written it all down," Percy said, examining his records happily.

"Very good, then" Fudge said with joy, "Weasley, take a copy of your record and send it to the Daily Prophet immediately. If we use the courier owl to deliver it, it should be in time for tomorrow. Published in the morning paper!"

Percy quickly rushed out of Dumbledore's office and closed the door behind him with a bump. Then Fudge turned around to face Dumbledore. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"You will now return to the Ministry of Magic accompanied by a guard, where a formal complaint will be filed against you, and then you will be sent to Azkaban for trial."

"Oh," Dumbledore said gently, "Well, indeed, I think we may have encountered some unexpected obstacles."

"Unexpected obstacle?" Fudge's voice was still trembling slightly with excitement. "I didn't send any unexpected obstacle, Dumbledore."

"Oh," Dumbledore said apologetically, "I think I've discovered it."

"Oh, really?"

"Well, you just seemed to be distressed about a certain misunderstanding. The misunderstanding is that I am about to say that? Oh, it was done in secret. Unfortunately, I didn't mean to do it in secret, Connelly. I definitely had no intention of being sent to Azkaban. Of course I could run away-but it was a waste of time. Frankly speaking, I could think of a lot of other things to do!"

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