"You just lost control?"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, her face pale.

Marida is still that sluggish look, many times, as long as the source is found, it is easy to find the clue, but Dumbledore is different, even if Van Lin has found out how Dumbledore casts spells, but if you are not careful, that clear feeling will quickly fade......

Umbridge's face was pale, and if there was no evidence, he was pointed at by Dumbledore with a wand, which was not a treatment that ordinary people could enjoy.

For example, Grindelwald, Voldemort, or Death?

In this way, if you want to be Dumbledore's opponent, this is not something that ordinary people can afford.

But soon Umbridge puffed up her chest again, and everyone knew that there was such a thing, so even if Marida didn't say it......

In fact, Marida is still standing within reach of Umbridge, and she still looks worried about being attacked by Umbridge's surprise attack again, while also feeling relieved to be free from Umbridge's hands. She still clutched her robes and pulled them under her eyes, her eyes strangely blank and staring straight ahead.

It seems that Mr. Headmaster intends to stay until he leaves, but even if Dumbledore doesn't, Van Lin can guarantee that Marida won't say anything.

What are you kidding, breaking the contract in front of him, the caster, even Dumbledore will have to pay enough price.

"Dorothy," Fudge finally tried to calm things down, "tonight's party—the one we all know for sure has happened?"

"Yes," Umbridge perked himself up again, "yes, well, Miss Marida came to report me, and in the company of some trusted classmate, let me catch the active criminals who were partying. It looked like they had been warned beforehand that I was going to go, because by the time we got to the seventh floor, they were running in all directions. Miss Parkinson's went to the Room of Requirement to help me check if they had anything left behind and found their list, which was important because we needed evidence, and the House of Need provided exactly what we needed. ”

Harry watched in shock as she pulled out the list from her pocket that had been nailed to the wall of the House of Need, and handed it to Fudge.

"When I saw Potter's name on it, I knew what we were going to deal with. She whispered.

"Great!" a smile appeared on Fudge's face, "Dorothy, you're amazing!and....damn...", he looked up at Dumbledore, who was still standing beside Marida with his wand in his hand, "What do you think they've named themselves?" Fudge said quietly, "Dumbledore's army!"

Dumbledore reached out and took the parchment from Fudge, staring at the title Hermione had scribbled down months earlier. For a moment, he couldn't seem to say a word.

Then, Dumbledore looked up and smiled, "Well, it's happened—" he said briefly, "Connelly, do you want me to write a confession now, or do I just have to make a statement in front of these witnesses?"

Dumbledore's confession was clearly more than anyone expected, and Professor McGonagall and Kingsley exchanged a look, their faces showing fear. They didn't know what was going to happen, and Fudge obviously didn't know what it was.

"Statement?" Fudge hesitated, "What, I don't"

"Dumbledore's army, Connelly!" Dumbledore smiled and waved the list in front of Fudge, "It's not Potter's army, it's not Al's army, it's Dumbledore's army!"

"But" A moment of surprise swept over Fudge's face, and he stepped back in horror, then screamed and jumped out of the fire again. "Yours?" He muttered, and once again snuffed out his smoldering cloak.

"That's right!" Dumbledore said quickly.

"This is your organization?" Fudge asked incredulously.

"Yes. Dumbledore replied.

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

"Tonight is the first rally," Deng Weiduo said, nodding, "just to see if they're interested in adding people." Of course, I now know that it was not right to invite Miss Marida. ”

Marida nodded. Fudge looked at her, then at Dundondo, his chest bulging. "You're secretly plotting how to fight me!" He roared.

"Yes, that's right. Dumbledore replied pleasantly.

"No!" Harry shouted. Kingsley gave Harry a quick warning look, and Professor McGonagall glared at Harry menacingly. But Harry suddenly understood what Dumbledore might want to do, and he couldn't let that happen.

"Don't be bad"

"Be quiet, Harry, or I think you'll have to leave my office. Dumbledore said calmly.

"That's right, Potter, shut up!" Fudge snapped, and glanced at Dumbledore with a frightening joy. "Okay, okay, I came here with the expectation that I could be expelled, but instead"

"Instead, you can arrest me. Dumbledore smiled and said, "It's like dropping a scythe and getting a gold gallen, isn't it?"

"Indeed, Minister, I think so. Percy said urgently, his nose stained with ink from the rapid writing of the notes.

"This is a little bit about how he built up his army to rebel against the Ministry of Magic, and how did he want to overthrow me in the dark?" Fudge said, pointing to the list.

"Well, well, Minister, I've written it all down," Percy said, happily examining his records.

"Very well, then," said Fudge with a happy glow, "Weasley, make a copy of your record and send it to the Prophet Daily at once." If we send it by express owl, it should be published in time for tomorrow's morning!"

Percy quickly rushed out of Dumbledore's office and slammed the door behind him. Fudge then turned to face Dumbledore.

"You will now be escorted back to the Ministry of Magic, where you will be formally charged, and you will be sent to Azkaban to await trial. ”

"Oh," said Dumbledore mildly, "well, indeed, I think we may have encountered some unexpected obstacles. ”

"An unexpected obstacle?" Fudge's voice was still trembling slightly with excitement, "I didn't make any unexpected obstacles, Dumbledore. ”

"Oh," said Dumbledore apologetically, "I think I've found out." ”

"Oh, really?"

"Well, you just seem to be struggling with a misunderstanding that I'm going to say, oh, it's going to be done in secret. Unfortunately, I don't mean to do it in secret, Connelly. I definitely didn't mean to be sent to Azkaban. Of course I could have escaped—but it would be a waste of time, and frankly, I could have thought of a whole bunch of other things to do!"

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