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"Dorelos, are you sure he didn't fall for any evil spells?" Fudge said as he stared at Ron with a kind, kind expression, and turned to Umbridge.

"I'm telling the truth—Peverell coerced them into attending this meeting—" Ron said loudly, but in stcato terms. His eyes were misty, as if there was a layer of fog in front of him, and his body was swaying, as if he was drunk.

Phoenix narrowed his eyes, and Ron's appearance was very much in line with the reaction of the obedience charm.

"Minister, I don't see it that way. Mr. Peverell, did form this illegal student organization, and more than one. Umbridge said sweetly.

"Oh, well," said Phoenix, exaggeratedly, "then I'm afraid I'm not fit to sit in this court." What do you say, Minister?"

"Wait—but—we'll talk about that—okay," Fudge was visibly confused, holding his forehead in complete confusion, "Phoenix, of course you're the presiding judge, Dorelos, and do you know what you're talking about?"

"Minister, I have information that the informant says that they have been meeting regularly, and that they are a much better student body. ”

"Ridiculous. Fudge shouted.

"May I tell you," Phoenix asked Fudge for advice, and he nodded, "Do you have any proof?" Professor. ”

"Of course I have—" Umbridge stopped suddenly, as if concerned about something.

"If not, it's a false accusation, you know the law. Phoenix said calmly, there was no physical evidence, and it was wishful thinking to rely on Ron's mouth to convict him. At the same time, Phoenix can roughly guess who is casting the curse, and it is indeed possible for her to do it. Hell, Melinda really wanted to get revenge on him.

Even after thinking about it, he still said quietly, "Then Weasley, you said that I coerced my classmates to participate, and this thing is easy to do—"

Phoenix turned to Harry.

"Did I coerce you, or some of the classmates you know, into joining tonight's party?" His Adam's apple moved, and his mouth opened.

"No, there are no parties. ”

"Lie, I have a list of your people. Umbridge angrily pulled a piece of parchment from his sleeve, "So, as soon as Miss Ekmore and Mr. Weasley gave me the news, I immediately went to the eighth floor, and brought a few trusted students with me, so that I could catch those who were at the party red-handed. However, it seems that they were warned in advance before I arrived, because they were running around when we reached the eighth floor. But it doesn't matter. I had their names, and Miss Parkinson rushed into the Room of Need, to see for me if they had left anything behind. This room provided the evidence we needed. ”

"I'm telling the truth—Peverell coerced them into attending this party—" Ron repeated his words aloud, and most of those present could see that something was wrong with him.

"That's great," Fudge said, not paying attention to Ron, and a smile broke into his face, "That's great." I'm going to see-oh my God-"

"Look what names they have given themselves?" Fudge whispered, "Dumbledore's Army." ”

"Minister, there's Phoenix's name on it—"

Fudge's eyes almost burst into flames, "That's enough, tonight's party—we're sure we're going to have one-"

"The fact that Education Order 24 was not announced when the list was signed means that the people on the list have not violated any of the rules," Phoenix said sarcastically to Umbridge, "and you can only prove that Potter was there at the party tonight, and that Potter alone broke the law unless you have other evidence." At the same time, your accusations against me -- and against Weasley -- don't even meet the basic principles of filing a case. Alternatively, you can file a formal complaint with the Wizengamot Criminal Court. ”

"Yes, exactly. Fudge stood Phoenix's side, and Umbridge suddenly fell silent, his eyes looking at Phoenix viciously.

Dumbledore reached out and took the parchment from Fudge's hand. He stared at the hastily written title, and for a moment seemed unable to say anything. Then he smiled and raised his eyes.

"It seems that all is over," he said briefly, "may I ask you that I need a written confession, Connelly—or will it be sufficient to make a statement in the presence of Mr. Peverell?"

"Statement?" said Fudge slowly, "what—I don't—"

"Dumbledore's Army, Connelly," Dumbledore said, waving the list in front of Fudge. Still with a smile on his face, "Not the Potter Army or the Peverell Army. It's Dumbledore's Army. ”

Dumbledore took over the conversation and took full responsibility.

"But-but--" Fudge's face suddenly flashed with a look of awakening. He took a step back in horror, screamed, and jumped away from the fire.

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

"That's right. Dumbledore said pleasantly.

"This is your organization?"

"I organized it. Dumbledore said.

"You're recruiting these students to join your army?"

"It was supposed to be the first party tonight," Dumbledore nodded, "just to see if they would be willing to work with me." Of course, now I understand that it was a mistake to invite Miss Ekmo. It would also be unwise to let Mr. Weasley know. ”

"Then you are indeed plotting against me!" He shouted.

"That's right. Dumbledore said happily.

"No!" Harry shouted. Professor McGonagall's eyes widened to admonish him, but Harry suddenly understood Dumbledore's intentions, and he couldn't let him do it.

"No-Professor Dumbledore-"

"Don't be silent, Harry, or I'm afraid I'll have to get you out of my office. Dumbledore said calmly.

"That's right, shut up, Potter!" Fudge shouted, still staring at Dumbledore in surprise, "Good, good, good- I came here tonight to fire Potter, but instead—"

"You can arrest me. Dumbledore smiled and said, "Lost the sesame seeds and picked up the watermelon, right?"

"Weasley!" Fudge shouted, now trembling with joy, "Weasley, have you written it down, have you written it down, what he said?"

"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. By the way, take your brother and Miss Ekmo to the school infirmary, they should be treated. Percy took Ron and Ekmore with him, and Ron was still yelling as he left, and Percy struggled to get him out.

Phoenix really can't wait to ask Melinda now, even if he wants to kill him, this method and preparation are too bad. It's a reminder to Phoenix that there are people at school who are going to work against him.

Fudge turned to Phoenix, "I suppose you have your own verdict, don't you?" )