Umbridge grabbed the shoulder of the girl next to Pansy who had her head buried in her magic robe. She raised her head, and the people around her immediately gasped. A series of dense purple pustules had already crawled over her nose and cheeks. Her face was as ugly as it could be when she heard the word 'snitch'. At the same time, everyone recognized that it was Marietta. She quickly covered her cheeks with her hands again.
"Don't panic, my dear, don't be afraid," Professor Umrich said gently, patting her back. "It's all right now. You did the right thing. The minister is very pleased with you. He'll tell your mother that you're a good girl. Minister, Marietta's mother, "she added, looking up at Foggy," is Mrs. Eckmo of the Department of Magic Transportation's Traffic Network Administration. You know, she's helping us keep an eye on the fire in the Hogwarts. "
"Well, like mother, like daughter," Foggy said uncomfortably, having just seen Marietta's appearance. "Well, tell me. Hurry up, my dear."
"Don't worry about the spots now, my dear," Umrich said impatiently. "Take your hands off your face and tell the minister —"
But Marietta gave another muffled wail and shook her head furiously.
"Hmph, alright then, you silly girl, I'll tell them." Umbridge said snappily. She quickly put on a disgusting smile and said, "Well, Minister, this Miss Eckmo came to my office this evening shortly after dinner and told me that she had something to tell me. She said that if I went into a secret room on the eighth floor, I'd find something good for me. It's said that this secret room is sometimes called the Room of Everything. When I questioned her further, she admitted that there was some kind of party there. Unfortunately, at that time, these curses, "she waved impatiently at Marietta's face, which was once again hidden in her robe," began to work. When she suddenly saw her face in my mirror, she was too sad to tell me any more. This kind of illegal organization is really cruel. Even if a member comes to his senses and makes the right choice, he'll still be punished like a black wizard. Poor girl, Minister, we'll have to reward her later for forsaking the darkness for the light. "
Foggy nodded impatiently and patted Marietta's shoulder. Eckmo's shoulder tried to comfort the now disfigured little girl, but she only buried her face deeper in her palms.
"But it's okay. With what Mr. Weasley said, we can conclude," Umrich pointed to the corridor, "they must be here. Minister, we can take turns to watch here. Even if they won't come out now, they have to eat, right?"
"Although we can't see them now, we can indeed send someone to keep watch here. Dumbledore, I may have to trouble you and your Fox for a few days. Although I don't have the authority to arrest you directly, I still have the authority to let Aura keep an eye on you and your bird for a while, lest your Phoenix secretly takes them away. " Foggy narrowed his eyes and paced a few steps in the corridor, echoing Umrich's words. He then turned his head and smiled at Dumbledore.
"Connelly, there's no need for that. I'll let them come out now." Dumbledore's gaze slid past the entrance of the Room of Every Demand. He took out a piece of parchment, pointed his wand at it, and handed it to Fox.
"Aha! Dumbledore, you can't use Phoenix, even if it's to send a letter. Your Phoenix can teleport people. " Foggy, who thought he heard Dumbledore's intention to surrender, shouted excitedly and jumped on his toes. However, for the sake of caution, he still requested that Dumbledore not use Phoenix.
"Aiya, the minister has thought it through. The minister is right!" Percy complimented.
"I think you'll find that you're wrong about this, Connelly." Dumbledore said softly, his half-moon glasses drooping on his crooked nose. He was staring at Foggy from above the glasses. "I just want to call them out. Since you said so, I'll just use the Phoenix tail feather to send a message. "With that, Dumbledore pulled out a golden Phoenix tail feather from his sleeve.
In the Room of Every Demand, a Phoenix tail feather suddenly appeared in Harry's hand. "Come out." Dumbledore's voice came from the letter above.
The little wizards in the Room of Every Demand had absolute trust in Dumbledore. They breathed a sigh of relief and obediently filed out of the exit, thinking that the omnipotent headmaster had once again helped them solve their problem.
"Look, Harry!" Seeing Harry leading the way, Umrich said jubilantly, "And the members of those illegal organizations!"
Harry and the others finally noticed Ron, who was in a daze, and understood why they didn't see Ron at the assembly tonight. At this time, Filch handed the list that was nailed to the wall of the Room of Every Demand to Foggy. "Awesome," Foggy said, a smile blooming on his face. "Awesome, Filch. Let me see … Oh my god … "
"Look at the name clearly," Foggy said softly. "Dumbledore's Army."
Dumbledore reached out and took the parchment from Foggy's hand. He stared at the title scribbled on the parchment and seemed to be speechless for a while. Then he raised his eyes with a smile.
Umrich used a sweet smile to hide her smugness. "So, Headmaster Dumbledore, now you admit that you're recruiting these students to join your army?"
"I'm the one who organized it." Dumbledore nodded calmly as usual. "Tonight was supposed to be the first time I attended this gathering, but I just wanted to see if they were willing to cooperate with me. Of course, now I understand that inviting Miss Eckmore was a mistake. "
"You're really secretly plotting against me!" Foggy roared, and looked hurt. In fact, although he had been trying to use various means to attack and discredit Dumbledore after the Goblet of Fire, in the end, he just wanted to protect his position and deny the return of the Mystery Man. He even had a glimmer of hope that as long as he fired Harry for lying to attract attention, Potter and Potter would wake up. Deep in his heart, he didn't want to believe that Dumbledore, who had been with him for many years, would give up being the headmaster of Hogwarts and run over to compete with him for the position of Head of the Ministry of Magic. If Dumbledore really wanted that position, he wouldn't even have a chance to take it. But now, Umrich and Owen? Harris's warning to him had become a reality. Dumbledore's goal was really to overthrow him!
"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? I was the one who planned all of this. These students were just acting under my instructions as the headmaster of Hogwarts. They can't go against the wishes of a headmaster. "
Hearing this, Harry finally understood Umrich and Dumbledore's plan. They poured dirty water on Dumbledore, and Dumbledore, in order to protect himself, was obviously going to take responsibility for their reckless mistakes. He couldn't let that happen.
"No! Dumbledore — "Harry shouted." This has nothing to do with you. It's my group … "
"Shut up! Harry?? Potter! " Foggy, who had regained his energy, snapped. He looked at Dumbledore with a frightening joy. "Good, good, good. I didn't expect you to really organize an army."
"Dumbledore's Army, Connelly," Dumbledore said. He waved the list in front of Foggy with a smile on his face. "Not Potter's Army, not Weasley's Army, but Dumbledore's Army. It's my personal organization."
Harry had been stopped by Professor Mag, and some of the members had already begun to cry.
"Weasley!" Foggy shouted. His illusions had been shattered, and his attitude had changed. He was so happy that he was trembling. "Weasley, did you write down all of this? What he said, his confession. Did you write it all down?"
"Yes, sir. I think so, sir!" Percy said eagerly. Ink splashed on his nose as he took notes quickly.
"He wants to build an army to fight against the Ministry of Magic. He wants to overthrow me. Is this part of the record?"
"Yes, sir. I wrote it down. Yes!" Percy said as he scanned the record happily.
"You will now be escorted to the Ministry of Magic. You will be formally charged there, and then you will be sent to Azkaban to await trial!" Foggy said loudly.
Dumbledore just smiled and gripped his old wand gently. "Hmm … You seem to have an illusion that I will — what's that saying again? — wait to be killed. I'm afraid I won't wait to be killed at all, Connelly. I don't want to be sent to Azkaban at all. Of course, I can escape — but it's a waste of time. And frankly, I think I have a lot of things to do. I'd rather do those things. "
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