"The Diamond Spell should get you to speak. Pen %Fun %Cabinet www.biquge.info," Umbridge said softly.

"No!" Hermione screamed, "Professor Umbridge—it's illegal. ”

But Umbridge didn't hear it. Harry had never seen the menacing, eager, excited look on her face before. She raised her wand.

"The Minister doesn't want you to break the law, Professor Umbridge!" Hermione shouted.

"As long as Cornelly doesn't know, it won't upset him." Umbridge said. She gasped slightly, pointing her wand back and forth at different parts of Harry's body, apparently trying to decide which one would hurt the most. "For example, he never knew that I had ordered the Dementors to go after Potter last summer, but he was glad to have a chance to fire him, and he is no different."

"Is that you?" Harry panted and said, "You sent the Dementors to chase me?" ”

"Someone has to act." Umbridge whispered, her wand paused before pointing at Harry's forehead, "They're all muttering about how to shut you up - to discredit you - but I'm the only one who has done it...... But you managed to escape, didn't you, Potter? But not today, not now—" She took a deep breath and shouted, "Drill Heart—"

"No!" Hermione shouted hoarsely behind Millison Boss, "No- Harry- we have to tell her!" ”

"Never!" Harry shouted, glaring at the only fraction of Hermione's body he could see.

"We have to tell her, Harry, she's going to force you to say it anyway, hold on for now...... What's the point? ”

Hermione began to cry limply behind Millison Bird's robes. Millicent immediately stopped holding her against the wall, and immediately avoided her with a look of disgust.

"Good, good, good!" Umbridge triumphantly said, "This Miss Dot is going to give us some answers!" Come here, little girl, come here! ”

"Oh-my-need-no!" Ron shouted through something stuffed in his mouth.

Ginny glared at Hermione as if she had never seen her before. Neville was still breathless, but he was staring at her. Harry had just noticed that although Hermione was whimpering desperately with her face over her hands, there was not a single tear.

"I-I'm sorry everyone," Hermione said, "but- I can't take it anymore-"

"That's right, that's right, little girl!" Umbridge said, grabbing Hermione by the shoulders and pinning her to the chintz-covered chair, before leaning over her, "So...... Who was Potter talking to? ”

"He," Hermione choked with her hands over her face, "he, he wanted to speak to Professor Dumbledore. ”

Ron suddenly remained motionless, his eyes widened; Ginny no longer tries to jerk and grab her Slytherin student's toes; Even Luna looked slightly surprised. Thankfully, Umbridge and her minions were watching Hermione intently, and no one noticed their suspicious signs.

"Dumbledore?" Umbridge asked eagerly, "Then do you know where he is?" ”

"Hmm...... No! Hermione whimpered, "We've tried the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley, three broomsticks, and even a pig's head—"

"Stupid girl—the whole Ministry of Magic is looking for Dumbledore, he won't sit in a bar!" Umbridge shouted, a look of disappointment on every loose wrinkle on her face.

"But—but we have to tell him something important!" Hermione cried, her hands covering her face tighter, Harry knowing that she wasn't doing it in pain, but because she was covering her cheeks, which were still tearless.

"Really?" Umbridge said, suddenly excited again, "What are you going to tell him?" ”

"We ...... We're going to tell him that it's ready! Hermione choked up.

"What's ready?" Umbridge asked, now grabbing Hermione's shoulders again and shaking her gently, "What's ready, little girl?" ”

"That'...... That weapon. Hermione said.

"Weapons? Weapons? Umbridge asked, her eyes popping out with excitement, "You're working on some kind of resistance?" A weapon you can use against the Ministry of Magic? On Dumbledore's orders, of course? ”

"Yes—yes—yes," Hermione said breathlessly, "but before it was done, he had to leave, but now—now—now we're done for him, we didn't- didn't—we couldn't find him, okay—okay—so tell him!" ”

"What kind of weapon is that?" Umbridge asked sternly, his stubby hands still gripped Hermione's shoulders.

"We're not—no—we know that weapon very well," Hermione said, snorting loudly, "We just- only- only did what Dumbledore taught-taught-professor-told us to do—go—to do." ”

Umbridge straightened up, looking elated.

"Take me to the weapon." She said.

"Okay, okay......"

Hermione said, heading out the door, and Harry had also been cut off the ropes that bound him, following closely. Umbridge walked last, without the slightest intention of calling Malfoy and the others.

"Professor," Malfoy said eagerly, "Professor Umbridge, I think some of the action team members should come with you, so that we can take care of-"

"I'm a fully competent Ministry of Magic official, Malfoy, do you really think I can't handle two teenage kids without a wand on my own?" Umbridge asked scathingly. "Either way, this weapon doesn't sound like a good fit for students to see. You stay here until I get back, and make sure none of these people — " she gestured to Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Luna, "—and run away. ”

"No problem." Malfoy said with a look of disappointment.

"You two can go ahead of me and show me the way." Umbridge pointed his wand at Harry and Hermione and said, "Lead the way." ”

Harry didn't know what Hermione was going to do, or even if she already had some kind of plan. He walked half a step away after her, slowly walking down the hallway outside Umbridge's office, thinking to himself that if he didn't seem to know where they were going, it would be too easy to be suspicious. Umbridge was right behind them, close enough for Harry to hear her heavy breathing, so he didn't dare speak to Hermione.

Hermione led them down the stairs into the foyer. The loud clamor and the clatter of cutlery on plates echoed through the foyer through the door leading to the auditorium. Harry couldn't believe it, just twenty feet away, people were having dinner, celebrating the end of their exams, and they didn't care about anything else......

Hermione walked straight through the oak gate down the stone steps and into the mild evening air. The sun was setting in the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, and Hermione strode deliberately across the meadows—Umbridge trotted to catch up with her—and the long black cloaks behind them rippled across the meadow.

"It's hidden in Hagrid's little shed, isn't it?" Umbridge asked eagerly in Harry's ear.

"Of course not." Hermione said flatly, "Hagrid might have accidentally leaked out." ”

"That's right," said Umbridge, who seemed to be getting more and more excited, "yes, Hagrid might have done that, of course, the mongrel monster ......"

She laughed. Harry wanted to turn around and grab her by the throat, but he held back. His scar throbbed in the gentle evening breeze, but it wasn't burning to the extreme. He knew that if Voldemort was going to start killing, his scars would feel that way.

"So...... Where is it? As Hermione continued to stride towards the Forbidden Forest, Umbridge asked in a somewhat skeptical tone.

"Of course it's there." Hermione pointed to the swarthy trees and said, "It can only be somewhere that won't be stumbled upon by the students, can it?" ”

"Of course," Umbridge said, but now she sounded a little uneasy, "of course...... Very good, then...... You two will always be ahead of me. ”

"Oh, if we're ahead of the curve, can we use your wand?" Harry asked her.

"No, I don't think so, Mr. Potter." Umbridge said sweetly, poking Harry in the back with her wand, "I'm afraid the Ministry of Magic will think that my life is worth much more than yours." ”

When they came to the gloomy shade of the first row of trees, Harry tried to intercept Hermione's gaze; In his opinion, entering the Forbidden Forest without a wand was more reckless than anything they had done up to this evening. But Hermione only glanced at Umbridge contemptuously, and then rushed straight into the woods, his steps so fast that the short-legged Umbridge could hardly keep up.

"Is it far away in there?" Umbridge asked, her robe torn by thorns.

"Oh yes," said Hermione, "it's well hidden. ”

Harry was even more puzzled, this was clearly the path they had taken when they went to see Glopp.

"Hmm—are you sure that's the way?" He asked Hermione with something to say.

"Yes, that's right." Hermione replied categorically as she made her way through the low jungle, making a loud commotion that seemed completely unnecessary to Harry. Behind them, Umbridge tripped over a small tree that had fallen to the ground, but neither of them stopped to lift her up; Hermione just strode forward, turning her head and shouting to the back, "It's ahead, it's not far!" ”

"Hermione, be quiet," Harry muttered as he hurried to catch up with her, "there's going to be something heard here—"

"I just want them to hear," Hermione said softly, as Umbridge trotted up from behind them, making quite a noise, "You'll understand......"

They seemed to walk for a long time, until they came to the depths of the Forbidden Forest, the thick canopy of trees obscuring all light. Harry felt like he was being watched by an invisible eye, something he had felt before in the Forbidden Forest.

"How far is it?" Umbridge asked angrily behind him.

"It's not far off now!" As they reached a hazy, damp clearing, Hermione shouted, "It's just close—"

Before he could finish speaking, an arrow suddenly flew through the air and landed on the tree above Hermione's head with a creepy sound. Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves echoed through the air, and Harry could feel the ground of the Forbidden Forest tremble. Umbridge let out a small scream and pushed Harry forward as a shield.

Harry broke free of her and turned. About fifty centaurs appeared in all directions, bows and arrows aimed at Harry, Hermione, and Umbridge. They slowly retreated to the middle of the clearing, and Umbridge whimpered in fright, sounding strange. Harry looked at Hermione next to her, a smug smile on her face.

"Who are you?" A voice asked.

Harry looked to the left. The reddish-brown centaur named Margaret left the encirclement and walked towards them: his bow raised like the other centaurs. To Harry's right, Umbridge was still sobbing, her wand pointing at the approaching centaurs, shaking violently.

"I just asked you who you are, human." Margaret's tone was rough.

"I'm Dolores Umbridge!" Umbridge said in a shrill voice in fear, "Senior Deputy Minister for Magic and Headmaster of Hogwarts and Senior Inquisitor!" ”

"You're from the Ministry of Magic?" Margaret said that at this time, many of the centaurs in the encirclement began to stir.

"Yes," Umbridge said, raising her voice, "so be careful! According to the laws promulgated by the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control, any attack on humans by mongrels like you-"

"What do you call us?" A wild-looking black centaur shouted, and Harry recognized him as Bane. The surrounding centaurs let out a low roar and tightened their bowstrings.

"Don't call them that!" Hermione said eagerly, but Umbridge didn't seem to hear it. Still pointing her wand at Margaret, she continued, "Article 15, Paragraph 2 of the Law makes it clear that magical beings believed to have intelligence close to human intelligence must be held accountable for their attacks—"

Umbridge's words lit a powder keg, and a centaur rushed up in a rage to teach her a lesson.

Umbridge took a half-step back in horror, her wand a little forward.

"Hurry up and be imprisoned!"

A rope tied the centaur and tightened his throat, causing his massive body to grow to the end.

"No!"

Hermione screamed, and was about to stop Umbridge when a large hand suddenly fell from the sky and grabbed Umbridge.

It's Glopp!

Hagrid's half-brother, although he is discriminated against by the giants because he is not tall enough, only 16 feet, but to ordinary people, he is simply an irresistible monster. If Umbridge had spotted him earlier, she might have had the strength to fight, but unfortunately, she was successfully attacked by Glopp. A human with a fragile body was successfully pinched in the hands of a half-giant, and the fate can be imagined.

In the midst of the screams, Umbridge was slowly lifted up by Glopp, and there was no longer any resistance at all. (To be continued.) )