"It's beautiful. Van Lin nodded.

The performance was definitely beyond his imagination, and there was absolutely no problem with these young wizards being selected by Hogwarts, the top school, in terms of talent, but the current environment was too peaceful, which caused everyone to have no motivation to cultivate.

Bloodline wizards have a respected position in the wizarding world and are backed by their families, so naturally they don't have to worry about anything, and it can be said that most wizards are completely isolated from Muggles.

And wizards from the Muggle world only need some small means to be tacitly approved by the Ministry of Magic, and they can live well, of course, this is considered to be an idea, most wizards are still closed, bound by the rules of the Ministry of Magic.

But when the commotion came, it was undeniable that the wizard's potential did not completely die out imperceptibly, and the training was what everyone brought him.

Neville, for example, who couldn't even use the most basic spell to remove your weapon before, and now, Van Lin has been observing, Neville just lacks some self-confidence, he is theoretically more serious than anyone else, maybe just a little bit of luck.

This made Van Lin feel very surprised, Neville always had the conditions for courage, or maybe he didn't realize that he could break through and become braver.

Compared to Van Lin's surprise, for Harry, training was a different experience.

He never imagined that one day, he would be able to re-teach to many people what he had mastered, or rather, what he thought was very basic, just like a professor.

Are you already so strong?

Harry scratched his head, could he have inflated himself?

But just take a look at Van Lin, forget it......

"Very well!" Van Lin paused, "in fact, everyone has made significant progress, you were very bad when you first started, whether you want to admit it or not, but it can be said that you were just a bunch of Muggles with some magical powers, and even in the presence of stronger Muggles, except for your body, magic has very little effect. ”

"But now, how do you think you've changed?"

"I think I might ...... It's a little stronger......" Neville was the first to speak, and immediately everyone's eyes were focused on Neville, which made Neville look a little nervous.

"I mean, I ......"

"Bang!"

The door to the room opened and closed suddenly.

Harry looked around to see who had come in, but no one was there. After a while, before he could react, all the people at the door fell silent.

Then, Van Lin noticed that someone was tugging hard at the robes near his knees. He looked down and was surprised to see Dobby, the house-elf, staring at him from under the eight woollen hats he normally wore.

"Oh, hello, Dobby. Van Lin was a little surprised, and said, "What happened to you?"

The house-elf's eyes widened and trembled. All the members of the Defence Against the Dark Arts moved closer to Van Lin and fell silent, all of them looking at Dobby. The few who succeeded in summoning their protectors turned into a silver mist, making the entire room look even darker than before.

"Master Van Lin," the little elf, who was trembling from head to toe, squeaked, "and Mr. Harry Potter, Dobby has come to warn you, but all house-elves have been warned not to speak. He threw his head against the wall.

Harry had long been experienced with Dobby's self-punishing behavior, and tried to catch him, but Dobby was only bounced back by the stonewall under the cushion of the eight hats he was wearing.

Hermione and the other girls screamed in fear and sympathy.

"What the hell is going on, Dobby?" Harry gripped the elf's thin arm tightly and kept him away from anything he might use to hurt himself.

"Don't care about other people's orders, you must remember, Dobby, I am your master. Van Lin repeated helplessly, although he had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Ah, what a nuisance, she, she..."Dobby used his freely moving hand to punch himself in the nose. Harry immediately grabbed his hand as well.

"Who is she, Dobby?" But Harry understood right away, because there was only one "she" that could make Dobby so scared. The elf looked up speechlessly, tilting his head slightly.

"Umbridge?" Harry asked, horrified. Dobby nodded, and tried to hit Harry's knee with his head, but Harry grabbed him with his arm outstretched.

"What's wrong with her, Dobby? She didn't find this place to find us and find Defense Against the Dark Arts, did she?"

Van Lin got the answer from the elfed face of the elf. Dobby's hand was firmly grasped by Harry, but he tried to kick himself and fell to the ground.

"Isn't she coming here?" Harry asked with bated breath. Dobby let out a scream, then slapped his feet the floor. Harry stood up and looked at the frightened, motionless people and the elves whipping themselves.

"So, what are you waiting for?" Harry yelled, "Get out!" Together, they rushed to the exit, scrambled to the door, and then rushed out.

Van Lin could listen to them running down the hallways, and hoped they could be judgmental and not try to make it back to their dorm room successfully. It's nine o'clock in ten minutes. If they take refuge in the library or the owl house, both are relatively close......

"Harry, hurry up!" Hermione screamed as she struggled out of the crowd. Harry scooped up Dobby, who was still trying to seriously injure himself, and caught him in the crook of his arm, to the back of the line.

"Hey, listen, Dobby - it's the order - go back to the kitchen and be with the other elves, and if she asks if you've come to warn me, tell her no!" Harry said, "And I forbid you to hurt yourself." ”

Harry added, and put Dobby down as he last passed through the threshold and slammed the door behind him.

"Thank you, Harry Potter," Dobby squeaked, and sped away. Harry looked around and saw that the others were moving so quickly that he could barely catch a glimpse of their hasty backs before they disappeared across the hallway.

Van Lin slowly hung behind everyone, and was discovered by Umbridge, which is not a surprise, so to speak, teaching in Hogwarts, then, it is a matter of time before it is discovered, early and late, in fact, Van Lin should be glad that Dobby came quickly enough and did not block all of them in the Room of Requirement.

Van Lin wasn't sure if Umbridge had the ability to break through the Responsive House, of course, if he didn't interfere.

Now that Van Lin can't wait to get out of here, there is no point in Hogwarts, it can be said that staying here is a bit of a waste of time, and for the members, it will be an absolute disaster to be discovered.

He followed Harry and started running to the right, there was a boys' bathroom in front of him, and if the two of them could get there, they could pretend they were there all the time, at least, that's Harry's idea, though......

"Aha" something suddenly tripped Harry's ankle, causing him to slam to the ground and glide six feet before stopping.

Someone was laughing behind his back. He turned to see Malfoy in the alcove hidden behind an ugly dragon-shaped vase.

"Bad luck tripping, Potter," Malfoy said, "Hah, Professor-Professor! I've caught one, oh no, a windfall!"

Malfoy turned around insolently, and Vanlin had just stepped out of the corner, and had not even come to retreat,

Umbridge scrambled around the far corner, panting and scrambling with a satisfied smile on his face. "It's him!" As soon as she saw Harry on the ground, she excitedly said, "You're amazing, Malfoy! Oh, well done, Slytherin fifty! I'm going to take them both and stand up, Potter!"

Harry stood up and looked at the two men in front of him.

In fact, Van Lin has never seen Umbridge so happy, and it may be counted when Sybil is expelled, but because Dumbledore is there, the effect is not very good, but catching him and Harry, this is completely different, everyone knows that Harry is from Dumbledore's faction, and Van Lin is even more so, it can be said that this is the most valuable thing that Umbridge can gain in school.

Still, Wolfridge's presence here made Van Lin feel a little relieved, at least there wouldn't be anything on Hermione's side.

She viciously grabbed their arm and turned to Malfoy with a smile on her face.

"See if you can catch the others around here, Draco," Umbridge said, "tell the others to look at the library, see if there's anyone out of breath, and check the bathroom, the girls' bathroom will be checked by Miss Parkinson - you can leave - and the two of you," she said in her sweetest and most dangerous tone after Malfoy left, "Potter, Al, you come with me to the Headmaster's office." ”

"So, you're already planning to do it?" said Van Lin, looking at Umbridge.

"I think you're going to love it, aren't you?" Umbridge chuckled, as if squeezed out of his throat.

They were in front of the stone-carved monster in a few minutes.

Harry guessed how many more would be caught along the way. He thought that Mrs. Ron-Wesley would kill him, and that Hermione, who didn't know how it would feel if she was dropped out of school before she took the regular level wizarding exam. And this is Seamus's first time at the party, and Neville has been doing well in the past.

"Hissing cockroach candy!" Umbridge said as the stone carving leaped aside, and the wall behind it cracked, revealing a stone staircase, and they climbed up the stone staircase to the polished doorway. There was a grippymon-shaped knocker on the door, but Umbridge didn't care if there was a knock or not, she grabbed Harry and Van Lin tightly and broke straight in.

The office was full of people, and Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, his slender fingers pressed together with his expression serene. Professor McGonagall stood stiffly beside him, her expression extremely nervous.

Minister of Magic, Fudge, was tiptoeing back and forth in front of the fire, clearly pleased with the situation. Kingsley and a man with a stern-faced face and stiff, short hair, whom Van Lin had never seen before, stood on either side of the door like guards, while Percy Weasley, with freckled face and glasses, was walking excitedly around the wall, with a quill and a large roll of parchment in hand, apparently ready to take notes.

The portraits of past principals on the wall did not pretend to doze off tonight, but were all alert and serious to observe what was going on.

When Vanlin and Harry entered, some of the figures in the portraits quickly moved to adjacent frames, whispering anxiously to their neighbors. As the door closed behind them, Harry struggled to break free of Wembrech's grasp.

Fudge stared at them with an evil satisfaction on his face, "Good," he said, "Good, good, good"

Harry responded with the most contemptuous eyes he could. His heart was pounding in his chest with rage, but his thoughts were unusually calm and clear.

Fudge's appearance is really ugly.

Van Lin thought a little badly, or did Fudge already think he was in control?

Van Lin moved his neck slightly, relieving the stiffness.

He looked up at Dumbledore, but there was no sign of joy on the headmaster's face, perhaps for Dumbledore, it was probably just a joke.

Signs of Voldemort's activity were becoming more and more apparent, and the Ministry of Magic was clearly unable to hold back.

"They're going back to Griffondota," Umbridge said. There was a vile excitement in her voice, the same callousness that Harry heard her say in a cheerful tone when he saw Professor Trawney tragically disappear into the porch.

"Malfoy's son trapped him, and I blocked the other. ”

"Really? Fudge said appreciatively. "I have to remember to tell Lucius about it. Well, Potter, I think, you should know why you're here?"

Harry had been preparing to answer defiantly "yes", but when he looked at Dumbledore, his mouth was already open, and the word almost came out of his mouth. Dumbledore didn't look directly at Harry - his gaze was fixed just a little behind Harry's shoulder - but when Harry stared at him, his head swayed slightly.

Harry immediately changed his tune halfway through. "Oh-I don't know. ”

"Say it again?" Fudge asked.

"I don't know. Harry replied firmly.

"You" really, "don't know why you're here now?"

"No, I don't know. Harry said. Fudge looked at Harry and Wembrej suspiciously. Harry took advantage of his lack of attention and stole another sneaky glance at Dumbledore, who was nodding slightly at the carpet and blinking quietly.

"So you don't know," Fudge said in a distinctly sarcastic tone, "why you were brought here by Professor Wembrech? Do you know if you broke any of the school rules?"

"Breaking school rules?" "Of course not, neither curfew nor anything unpleasant, or that Hogwarts is no longer free to walk, dear Minister Fudge?"

"Don't argue, I just need you to answer yes and no!" Fudge said condescendingly.

"But, I don't think it's the Wizengamot, or the International Wizarding Trial, and I think whoever it is, even a Muggle, has the right to argue, Mr. Minister. Van Lin broke free of Umbridge's grasp.

"I'm the Minister of Magic!" Fudge said, glaring, "don't think you can do anything, or cover it up for anyone else, no one can excuse you, I promise." ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Minister, but I don't think you can do it, Mr. Minister, for any unjustified grievance, or for a crime. ”

"I'm asking you questions, and you should be at least respectful. Now, let me ask you, are you sure you haven't broken the school rules?"

"Of course, sir. Van Lin said.

"Or is it a decree from the Ministry of Magic?" Fudge angrily corrected.

"I don't think so. Harry took it gently. His heart was still beating fast. It was worth telling these lies to see Fudge's blood pressure go up, but he still didn't know how he and Van Lin could get away with it. If someone had gone to tell Umbridge about the Defense Against the Dark Arts Society, it would be time for him and Van Lin, the leaders, to pack up and leave Hogwarts.

"So, that's new news for you, isn't it?" Fudge's voice slurred with anger, "Did you know that there is an illegal student club that has been seized at the school right now?"

"Oh, really!" An expression of disbelief and surprise appeared on Van Lin's innocent face. "I'm sorry, minister, I don't know ......"

"Don't play dumb, Al, Minister, I think ......," Umbridge said in a silky voice beside them, "and if I go and bring the informer, the interrogation might be easier." ”

"Yes, yes, that's right. Fudge said with a nod, and glanced at Dumbledore viciously as Umbridge left the room.

"He's not like a good wizard at all, is he?"

"Not really, Fudge. Deng Liduo tilted his head and said solemnly. During those few minutes of waiting, no one looked at anyone, and then, Van Lin heard the door open behind him, and Umbridge grabbed Autumn's curly-haired friend Marida, and quickly passed by him, who was now burying her face in her hands.

"It's really!" Van Lin shook his head silently, through the contract, Van Lin knew that someone rebelled, but a curse or something, it was naturally a punishment, but, under the effect of the truth spitting potion, even Dumbledore could not avoid exposing the secret.

"Don't be afraid, my dear, don't be frightened," Umbridge said softly, patting Marida on the back, "It's okay, you're doing the right thing, the minister is very pleased with your performance, and he'll tell your mother what a good girl you are." ”

"Marida's mother, Minister," she added, looking inquiringly at Fudge, "it's the Magical Traffic Department, Miss Ablon of the Fireplace Network Office, who assists us in spying on the Hogwarts fireplace, you know her." ”

"Great, great," Fudge said cheerfully. "There must be a mother, and there must be a daughter, isn't it?, well, dear, come, don't be shy, let us hear what you have to tell us—"

As Marida lifted her face, Fudge flicked backwards in fright, almost falling into the fireplace. He cursed as he snuffed out the flames that were beginning to smoke on the side of his cloak.

Marida let out a wail, and pulled the collar of her robe from her neck to her eyes, but before that all had seen her horrible appearance, her nose and cheeks covered in a long string of dense purple pus, forming the word "informer".

The corners of his eyes were a little unraveled, and the bloodshots were extremely clear.

Harry glanced at Van Lin with some creepiness, but Harry quickly turned his head at the thought of the words on Marida's face.

Necessary disciplinary measures still need to be taken, right?

"Don't mind the spots now, my dear," said Umbridge, a little impatiently, "take your robe off your face, and tell the Minister about it." ”

But Marida just screamed again and shook her head frantically.

"Oh, very well, you stupid girl! Umbridge snapped. She raised her sickly smile and said, "Well, Minister, Miss Marida came to my office shortly after dinner to-day, and said she had something to tell me. She said that if I went to a secret room on the seventh floor tonight — a secret room called the House of Needy — I would find something good for me. I asked her for further details, and she admitted that there was a certain type of meeting. But unfortunately, at this time, the curse," she pointed impatiently at Marida's hidden face, "came into effect, and when the girl caught a glimpse of her face in my mirror, she was in agony and could not tell me anything more. ”

Vanlin looked at Marida in disbelief, they didn't seem to have done anything to Marida, but ......

"Well, then," said Fudge, looking at Marida with what he thought was kind and kind, "my dear, it is brave to go and raise this matter to Professor Umbridge, and you are doing the right thing. Now can you tell me, what happened in that meeting, what was its purpose, and who were there?"

But Marida didn't speak, she just shook her head again and opened her eyes wide with fear.

"Did we get an ominous bargaining chip?" Fudge gestured to Marida's face and asked impatiently, "Will she be able to speak freely?"

"I don't know. Umbridge was reluctant to admit it, and Harry's heart was filled with pride in the power of Vanlin's curse. "But it's okay if she doesn't say it, I can learn the truth from here. Minister, do you remember that in my last report to you in October, Van Lin El secretly met with many students at the Hog's Head Bar."

"What evidence do you have about this?" Professor McGonagall interjected. "I have testimony from the client that he was in the pig's head bar at the time. Although he was covered in bandages, his eyesight was not impaired at all. Using isolation magic to prevent others from eavesdropping is a thing that can be done in itself, but it's not too much for the Ministry of Magic, the Lip Whisperers!"

Umbridge smug said, "He read every word they said and rushed to school to report me"

"Oh, that's why he wasn't sent to the restroom that would be back," Professor McGonagall said, raising her eyebrows, "and the inside of our justice system is intriguing!"

"Blatant bribery!" A fat red-nosed wizard in a painting on the wall behind Dumbledore yells, "In my day, the Ministry of Magic had never reduced the slightest bit of crime, never!"

"Thank you, Fordeckes, that will be less. Dumbledore said softly.

"Potter's goal in meeting with his classmates," Winbrigie continued, "was to convince them to join an illegal society that was to learn some magic and spells that the Ministry of Magic had decided was too young to learn at school. ”

"I think you'll notice you're wrong, Dorothy!" Dumbledore stared at her through his old half-moon glasses, from his crooked nose.

Harry stared at Dumbledore, he didn't know how Dumbledore was going to convince Fudge not to punish him, and if what Umbridge said was true, someone really had their conversation read out with their lips at the Hog's Head Bar...... Then they will definitely not be able to escape the trigger.

Van Lin frowned slightly, the infiltration of the Ministry of Magic was even more serious than he thought, or rather, a coincidence.

There are so many coincidences in the world.

"Oh!" Fudge seemed to have a ball on his foot and started walking around again, "yes, let's hear the latest version of the nonsense that wants to save Potter from trouble, come on, Dumbledore, go ahead and be Willy lying? Is it? Or did Potter and Al each happen to have an identical twin brother who showed up at the pig's head bar that day? Or is it just the most common explanation, because time can be turned back, so a dead man has come back to life, or is there a pair of invisible Dementors?"

Percy Weasley laughed heartily.

"Oh, that's good, Minister, that's a great point!"

Harry wanted to kick him, but to his surprise, Dumbledore was smiling softly.

"Connelly, I don't deny, and I'm not sure, if they were actually at the Hog's Head Bar that day, and were there to recruit classmates to join the Defense Against the Dark Arts group, but I just want to point out that Dorothy was wrong to accuse the party of being illegal at that time. If you recall, the Ministry of Magic's decree prohibiting all students from gathering was issued two days after they had finished their Hogmad village gathering, so they didn't break any of the rules when they were at Hogmaad's Bar. ”

Percy looked like he had been punched in the face, and Fudge stayed there with his mouth wide open.

Umbridge was the first to recover, "Headmaster, you're right," she smiled sweetly, "But, now that Education Order 24 has been enacted for almost six months, if the first gatherings weren't illegal, then those recent gatherings of theirs were clearly illegal!"

"Hmm," Dumbledore said politely as he put his fingers together, "if they do continue to assemble after the decree has taken effect, then it must be illegal, but do you have any evidence that they continued to assemble after that?"

As Dumbledore spoke, Harry heard a rustle behind him, apparently Muttering from Armandor. He could have sworn that he felt something gently brushing against him, like a gust of air or the wings of a bird, and he looked down, but there was nothing.

"Fawkes?" Van Lin was a little unsure, but it was clear that Fawkes had just crossed their side, and Dumbledore was prepared.

"Evidence?" Umbridge repeated with a frightening, toad-like smile, "Didn't you listen to it just now, Dumbledore, and why do you think Miss Marida is here?"

"Oh, can she tell us about any worthwhile gatherings during these six months?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "I guess she just reported a meeting tonight, right?"

"Miss Marida," said Winbridge, "tell us again, my dear, how long has this party been going on? You can just nod or shake your head, I'm pretty sure it won't make the spots on your face worse." Have such meetings been held regularly in the last six months?"

Harry felt his stomach sink like a lump of lead. This would be an irrefutable proof that even Dumbledore could not exculpate.

"Honey, just nod or shake your head," Umbridge gently seduced Marida, "hurry up, this won't make the curse work again." ”

Fan Lin glanced up, only he knew the effect of this curse, and revealing information in any way would be severely punished.

All the people in the room were staring at Marida's face, but between the pulled up robe and her curly hair, only her eyes could be seen. Perhaps because of the fire, her eyes looked strangely blank.

Then Harry cried out in surprise as Marida shook her head. Umbridge gave Fudge a quick look, then looked at Marida again.

"Imperius?" Van Lin turned his head to look at Dumbledore, Dumbledore's deep eyes were like a whirlpool, sucking Marida firmly, but ......

Fox is the medium?

It dawned on Van Lin that everything in this office could be a boost to Dumbledore, whether it was Headmaster Armando's whispers or skipping Fawkes at his hand.

This is Dumbledore, who can force anyone's will at any time......

"I don't think you understand my question, do you, my dear? I'm asking if you've been in a meeting like tonight in the last six months?

Marida shook her head again.

"What do you mean by shaking your head? dear?" Umbridge asked in a grumpy tone.

"I think it's pretty clear what she meant," said Professor McGonagall solemnly, "and there haven't been any secret gatherings in the last six months, have you, Miss Marida?"

Marida nodded a little smugly.

"But there's a rally tonight!" Umbridge was furious and said, "Miss Marida, you told me there was a party in the House of Need! And these two people in front of you are the initiators, aren't they? Why do you keep shaking your head when they organize a party like this, little girl?"

"Well, usually when a person is shaking their head," Professor McGonagall said grimly, "they mean 'no', unless Miss Marida is using a signal that humans can't yet decipher"

Umbridge grabbed Marida hard, pulled her to turn to face her, and shook her vigorously. At that moment, Dumbledore stood up and raised his wand, and Vanlin noticed that the portrait of Armando seemed to move a step forward, and Umbridge jumped backwards away from Marida and shook her hands in the air as hard as she could.

"Dorothy, I won't allow you to be so rough with my students!" For the first time, Dumbledore looked angry.

"You need to calm down, Ms. Umbridge. Dumbledore said in his low, slow voice, "You don't want to make trouble for yourself now, do you?"

"No," Umbridge pouted, squinting at Dumbledore, who looked tall from a high place, "I mean, to be right Albus, I'm just out of control!"

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