With that disgusting smile, Umbridge said, "Yes, Minister, this Mr. Smith came to my office shortly after supper this evening, and told me that he had something to tell me. He said that if I entered a secret room on the eighth floor, I would find something good for me, and it was said that this secret room was sometimes called the Room of Requirement. Sadly, the curses started to work, and when I lifted them, he told me something. ”

"Oh, that's right," Fudge said, staring at Smith with a look of self-righteousness and kindness. "Will you tell me what happened at the meeting, what is the purpose of the meeting, who is there?" Smith, looking at them with a look of resentment, his voice infinitely resentful, "He, Andrew Lee, and that Hermione Granger, are the leaders. They have a meeting every other week with the goal of learning some mantras———"

Professor Umbridge picked up Smith's words, "An illegal group whose goal is to learn some spells and curses, and the Ministry of Magic has ruled those spells and curses unsuitable for students——— isn't it?"

Despite Smith's reluctance, he nodded.

"I think you'll find yourself wrong on this point, Dolores. Dumbledore whispered, the half-moon glasses drooping over his crooked nose, and he was staring at Umbridge from above them.

"Aha!" said Fudge, tiptoeing up and down like a clown, "Well, we've come up with a new bizarre story to get them out, so let's hear it———!

Dumbledore was smiling gently, too. "Connelly, there's no evidence that they're assembling? is there? Even if they're assembling, they're just students organizing themselves to study. ”

"That's all good, Headmaster," Umbridge said with a friendly smile, "but now that we've been in place for nearly six months with Education Order 24, their assembly is illegal. ”

"Well," Dumbledore said, looking politely and intriguingly from above his fingers crossed, "if they do continue to meet after this decree comes into effect, then of course they may be breaking the law." What evidence do you have that there were such gatherings?"

"But there's a party tonight!" said Umbridge angrily, "there's a party, tonight!"

"Uh........." Andrew's innocent voice said suddenly, "I'm just dating Cho, we're a happy boyfriend and girlfriend, everyone knows it." Is dating also illegal?"

Everyone was stunned, and Umbridge said, "Obviously, you have a large number of people. ”

"———But you only brought me and Cho, didn't you?" Andrew said innocently, blinking to show his innocence. "So, what about the others? They can't get out of your eyes, right?"

"There must be a lot of you," Umbridge said, "——— Dumbledore's Army, isn't it?

Smith nodded and said, "The two of them are the leaders. ”

"Well, there's a witness," said Fudge happily, "and the words of the witness speak for themselves, don't they?" ”

"Yes, Dumbledore. Dumbledore said suddenly, still with a smile on his face, "I told them to go." ”

"Look, what did he confess——— ——— what?" a look of consciousness flashed across Fudge's face. He took a step back in horror, screamed, and jumped away from the fire.

"You?" he whispered, stomping on his smoking, smoky cloak again.

"That's right. Dumbledore said pleasantly. "This is your organization?"

"I organized it. Dumbledore said.

"You recruited these students to join your army?" "It was supposed to be the first party tonight," Dumbledore nodded, "just to see if they would like to work with me." Of course, it was obviously a mistake for me to call Mr. Smith. ”

Fudge looked at Dumbledore, his chest rising and falling. "Then you are indeed plotting against me!" he cried.

"That's right. Dumbledore said happily.

"Good, good, good—finally spoken——— tell the people outside to stop first———Weasley!" Fudge shouted, now trembling with joy, "Weasley, have you written it down, what he said, his confession, have you written it down?"

"Yes, sir——— I have told them to stop——— and I think I wrote it down, sir!" said Percy earnestly. As he took notes quickly, his nose was splashed with ink.

"He wants to build an army against the Ministry of Magic, he wants to overthrow me, is this a record?"

"Yes, sir, I made a note of it, yes!" Percy said as he happily skimmed through the records.

"Very well, then," said Fudge, now beaming with joy, "copy your records, Weasley, and send a copy to the Daily Prophet at once." If we send a fast owl, we'll be able to catch up with this morning's edition!" Percy sped out of the room and slammed the door behind him, Fudge turned towards Dumbledore. "You are now going to be escorted to the Ministry of Magic, where you will be formally charged, and then you will be sent to the new prison of the Ministry of Magic to await trial!"

"Ah," Dumbledore said softly, "yes. However, I think we may have encountered a small difficulty. ”

"Difficult?" said Fudge, his voice still trembling with joy, "I don't see any difficulty, Dumbledore!"

"But," Dumbledore said apologetically, "I'm afraid I did." ”

"Oh, really?"

"Well—you seem to have the illusion that I would—what do you say?—— be tied. I'm afraid I'm not going to sit back at all, Connelly. I don't want to be sent to that useless prison at all, maybe I'm still a little interested if Azkaban is still around, but now, to be honest, I don't want to waste my time. Of course, I could have escaped—but what a waste of time, and frankly, I remembered that I had a whole bunch of things to do, which I would have rather do. ”

"Minerva!" Dumbledore said suddenly, sternly, "Hogwarts needs you!"

Fudge said as he drew his wand, "Dalis, Shakel! Grab him——— tell the people outside to get moving!"

Suddenly, a cloud of white light erupted from Andrew's body, and then he hugged Cho all of a sudden.

At this time, Dumbledore's body also emitted the same white light, and the white light spread out from the origin of the two people, instantly stunning everyone present, only Qiu and Professor McGonagall who were present had nothing to do.

"Are you alright?" Dumbledore asked.

"It's okay!" Andrew said, pulling Cho up.

"What happened?" asked Cho, looking at the fainting people all over the ground.

"There's no time to say more," said Professor McGonagall, "Albus, you'd better get out of here while you're on the go. ”

"Oh, okay. Dumbledore said, and he looked at Andrew again, "I have to say, Andrew, your acting tonight is really wonderful." ”

"Far from it, Professor. Andrew smiled and said, "Our people have taken this opportunity to open a gap, just to the southeast, good luck." ”

"Good, Andrew. Dumbledore said, "Goodbye, everybody. With that, he raised a hand and held the phoenix's long golden tail tightly. With a burst of flames, it was gone.

"What's going on?" Aki asked, "What's going on?"

Andrew glanced at the man who had fallen to the ground, and there was no sign of his forehead waking up, "It's not a coincidence tonight, Autumn." ”

"It's full of their people right now. He gestured to Fudge who had fainted, "We've gotten word that they were supposed to capture Professor Dumbledore tonight. ”

Professor McGonagall glanced at the fainting man on the ground in disgust, "They tried to capture Albus secretly, but our people already knew about it. She glanced at Andrew appreciatively, "You're doing a good job, Andrew——— but I have to say a word about you about using the Imperius Curse on Smith, it's illegal." ”

"——— say," Qiu said incredulously, "all of this was planned by ———?"

"That's right," Andrew said with a laugh, "I created all of this in order to make them careless and let Professor Dumbledore escape. ”

By this time, the man on the ground had woken up, "Where is he?" Fudge cried out, struggling to get up from the floor, "Where is he?"

"I don't know!" Kingsley said loudly, leaping to his feet.

"No, he can't be apparitioned!" Umbridge shouted, "You can't do that at school—"

"Stairs!" shouted Delix, who threw himself open the door and disappeared into it, Kingsley and Umbridge following him. Fudge hesitated, then slowly shifted his steps to dust off his chest. There was an unbearably silent silence for a while. "Hmph, Minerva," Fudge said viciously, smoothing out the torn sleeves of his shirt, "I think your friend Dumbledore is going to be done this time." ”

"Do you think so?" said Professor McGonagall dismissively.

Fudge didn't seem to hear her. He looked around at the ruined office.

Several portraits booed him discontentedly, and one or two even made rude gestures. "You'd better take them to bed," Fudge said.

When they went out, Smith still looked confused, "What's going on? Professor?"

"It's fine. Professor McGonagall said, ".ls is almost here, you've been confused for the past two days, Mr. Smith." ”

When Andrew and Cho returned to the castle again, none of the members were sleeping, and they all cheered when they saw Andrew Cho enter through the hallway covered with portraits.

"I knew," cheered George, "that our leader would be fine." ”

Fred tried to pick up Andrew, but Andrew refused.

"Professor Dumbledore is gone. Andrew said calmly.

People suddenly fell silent, some did not hear what he said, some did not understand what he said.

"What did you say?" asked Harry.

"Professor Dumbledore is gone, and he has been chased away by the Ministry of Magic. Andrew said again, this time hearing it all clearly, and many people covered their mouths in disbelief. They looked at Hermione and asked again.

"That's right," Hermione said, "Professor Dumbledore was chased away by them. ”

Then they went back to their dormitories, leaving the rest of them stunned at each other.

The next day, a notice appeared to be posted all over the school overnight:

Dolores Jane Umbridge (High Inquisitor) was appointed Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry by Dolores Jane Umbridge (High Inquisitor).

The above regulations are in accordance with Education Order No. 28.

Signed: Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.

Everyone had heard that Dumbledore had fled after subduing the two Aurors, the High Inquisitor, and the Minister of Magic and his junior assistant.

When the members heard about it the next day, they all came to Andrew to ask about the situation.

"Don't worry, Dumbledore will be back soon. Andrew said to them, "That old toad won't be proud for long." ”

"Do you really mean that, Andrew?" Draco Malfoy slipped out the door, followed by Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini. A vicious look flashed on his pale, pointed face. "Looks like I'm going to give Gryffindor a few points. He said in a long tone.

"Only teachers can deduct points for the house, Malfoy. Hermione immediately retorted.

"But I can now. Malfoy sneered. Crabbe and Goyle chuckled. "Because we're members of the investigative action team—"

"What?" Hermione asked sharply.

"Investigative team, Granger," Malfoy said, gesturing to a small silver "i" symbol underneath the badge of his own robes, "a select group of students, all in support of the Ministry of Magic, hand-picked by Professor Umbridge. In short, the members of the investigative action team do have the power to deduct points - so, Andrew, I'm going to deduct fifty points from you because you don't respect our new principal. Deduct five points from Potter because I don't like you. Weasley, your shirt wasn't tucked properly, so I'm going to deduct five more points. Granger, you're a mudblood, so you deduct you———Oh, how dare you hit me?"

Malfoy was punched to the wall by Karthas, "Hit me, I'm going to detain you———"

Andrew punched him again, ignoring Hermione, who tried to hold him, this time even harder, "You buckle it, Malfoy, it looks like you've forgotten the scar from last time." Andrew kicked him hard.

"You're actually beating someone?" shouted Brace Zabini, "it's against the system, watch out for me———" Before he could finish speaking, Andrew punched him down.

"System?" Andrew sneered, "I used to follow the rules of the school, and that was out of respect for Professor Dumbledore. With that, he kicked Malfoy again, who had already fallen to the ground, "Now that he's gone, what else do I care?"

With that, he led the others away.

"That's beautiful! Andrew. Fred's voice came from behind them.

He and George caught up from behind, "Carl is right, I want Professor Dumbledore to be gone, what are we concerned about?"

"Monty was also going to deduct our points during recess. George said.

"What do you mean, 'intend'?" Ron asked immediately.

"He didn't finish his sentence," Fred said, "because in effect, we shoved him headfirst down into the vanishing cabinet on the second floor." ”