"See what they have named themselves?" Fudge whispered, "Army Julius." ”

"- Julius!" Fudge's round face grew pale, and he coughed slightly, then turned around and took a few steps back, his right hand holding the list trembling slightly. "The Army of Julius, damn it, how could it be called that!"

"Tsk," Augustus sighed slightly, got up from his seat, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Well, well, it seems, was thoroughly discovered." ”

"Do you need me to submit a written proof to the Ministry of Magic committee? Secretary Cornelius. Augustus had a smile in his eyes, and his left hand tapped slightly in the pocket of his robe.

"Proof? No, what? Fudge was already a little incoherent, and the cold sweat on Fudge's forehead broke out one by one as he looked at the iconic Ulius signature on the list.

"Of course, Minister, the Ulius Army," Augustus nodded and smiled as a matter of course, "It's not a Magic Instructor Student League, it's not an after-school Spell Practice Student Division, it's just the Ulius Army, the family's private army. ”

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

"You?" He whispered, stomping his smoky cloak again.

"This is the army you recruited privately for your family!" Fudge pointed at Augustus in shock, his fat face huddled together.

"Pay attention to the wording, Minister, in theory, this should be the private army I recruited for myself. Of course, it can also be said that this is the subordinate army of the Julius family in the future when I become an adult. Augustus had a gentle smile on his face that was harmless to humans and animals.

"You're recruiting members of the school's pure-bloods and half-blood families to add to your private army!" Fudge asked, stammering at Augustus.

"Yes, that's right," Augustus replied cheerfully. The right hand is carelessly placed in the pocket of the robe.

"Mr. Augustus!" Harry was about to speak, but Augustus patted him on the shoulder, his usual smile on his face.

"Of course, it was originally intended to start testing the loyalty of these people tomorrow, so I used a simple and interesting little spell, but unexpectedly, Miss Marietta was out first. Tsk, fortunately, the official joining ceremony has not yet begun. It's a pity. Augustus's fingers in his pockets drove slightly. Marietta, who was standing in front of him, glanced blankly at Fudge, then nodded slightly.

Fudge looked at her, then at Dumbledore, and finally at the crowd to look at Augustus, who was so calm that his chest was rising and falling. "I've known for a long time that you've been trying to use the resources of the various families in the school to push your family's power to the point of overriding the Ministry of Magic, and since Umbridge came to the school, your secret plans have been hindered by the Inquisitor, so you have to take this step and build your own private army! I'm right! ”

"That's a good point, Minister." Augustus happily agreed, as if standing in front of the leaders presenting the certificates at the award ceremony.

"No!" Harry shouted. Dumbledore coughed lightly and motioned for Harry to silence.

"Good, good, good—I was just trying to shut down an illegal student organization tonight," Fudge yelled.

"Unexpectedly, you discovered a bigger conspiracy." Augustus smiled happily, "The heirs of the House of Julius are plotting to build an organization that overrides the Ministry of Magic. ”

"Weasley!" Fudge shouted, now trembling with joy, "Weasley, you wrote it down?" Did you write down what he said, what he said, his confession? ”

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

"He's using his family's resources to build a private army against the Ministry of Magic, preparing to establish a new system of power. Is this paragraph recorded? ”

"Yes, sir, I wrote it down, yes!" Percy said as he happily skimmed through the logs.

"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 ran out of the room and slammed the door behind him, Fudge faced Augustus, waved his arms in command, and said, "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 Azkaban to await trial!" ”

"Tsk," said Augustus, a big smile on his face, "the script is so perfect that it is awe-inspiring." As soon as I got here, shouldn't I, as the number one villain, sit in the center of the courtroom as you instructed, face the interrogation of the Mages of the Wizengamot Alliance, and then, if the evidence of the crime is conclusive, be escorted to prison? ”

"Huh?" Fudge's face was a little cloudy, and he coughed lightly and said, "Isn't it?" ”

"Tut, tsk, you see, Secretary Fudge, we all made a common sense mistake, we all thought that the evidence of the crime was conclusive, and it was a reasonable and logical process to be sent to court and sent to prison. But, you see. You should think about it, who am I, the youngest warrior at Hogwarts, the wizard who destroyed hundreds of Dementors in one fell swoop, in this case, if I were still sent to Atskabain at your pace, you say, will the outside public opinion and the media comment that this kid is an idiot! Augustus smiled respectfully, with a gentlemanly smile on his face.

Umbridge's face grew redder; She looked like she had been filled with boiling water. Fudge stared at Augustus with a dumb expression on his face, as if he had been suddenly blinded, and couldn't believe that this had happened. He let out a soft, choked sound, and turned his head to look at Kingsley and the man with the short gray hair, who had so far remained silent among the people in the room. The latter nodded resolutely at Fudge and took a few steps away from the wall.