Umbridge grabbed the shoulders of the girl beside Pansy who had buried her head in her magic robe, and when she looked up, she immediately heard the sound of gasps, and a series of dense purple pus had crawled over her nose and cheeks, taking on the word "whistleblower", making her face look more ugly and ugly. At the same time, everyone recognized that it was Marietta, and she quickly covered her cheeks with her hands.

"Don't panic, my dear, don't be afraid," Professor Umbridge said softly, patting her on the back, "and it's all right now." You're doing it right. The minister is very happy with you. He'll tell your mom that you're a good girl. Minister, Marietta's mother," she added, looking up at Fudge, "it's Lady Ecomo of the Magical Transportation Division's Flyway Network Authority—you know, she's helping us keep an eye on the fires at Hogwarts." ”

"Well, there is a mother and there is a daughter," said Fudge, who had just seen Marietta's appearance, and said uncomfortably, "all right, speak up, hurry, my dear." ”

"Don't worry about the spots now, my dear," Umbridge said impatiently, "take your hand off your face and tell the minister—"

But Marietta groaned again, shaking her head desperately.

"Hmph, okay then, you stupid girl, I'll tell them. Umbridge said angrily. She quickly put on a disgusting smile and said, "Yes, Minister, this Miss Ekmo came to my office this evening shortly after supper, and told me that she had something to tell me. She said that if I entered a secret room on the eighth floor, I would find something good for me, and it was said that this secret room was sometimes called the Room of Requirement. When I questioned her further, she admitted that there was some kind of party there. Unfortunately, at that time, these curses," she waved impatiently at Marietta's face, which was again hidden in her robes, "began to work, and when she suddenly saw her own face in my mirror, she was so sad that she could not tell me any more, this illegal organization is cruel, and even if any member comes to his senses and makes the right choice, he will be punished like a dark wizard, poor girl, minister, we must reward her for this act of abandoning the darkness later." ”

Fudge nodded impatiently and patted Marietta?? Ekmo's shoulder tried to comfort the now-disfigured little girl, but the other man just buried his face tighter in the palm of his hand.

"But it doesn't matter, given what Mr. Weasley said, we can conclude," Umbridge pointed down the hallway, "they must be here, Minister, and we can take turns keeping watch over here, even if they won't come out now, but they'll have to eat, right?"

"We can't see them now, but we can send people to stay here all the time. Dumbledore, I may have been wronging you and your Fawkes for a few days, and although I don't have the authority to arrest you directly, I still have the authority to keep the Aurors staring at you and your birds for a while, lest your phoenix sneak them all away. Fudge's eyes narrowed, and he paced a few steps down the hallway and sang with Umbridge about what they had agreed upon, turning to Dumbledore and smiling.

"Connelly, there's no need for that, I'll let them out. Dumbledore's gaze slipped over the entrance to the Room of Requirement, and he pulled out a piece of parchment, tapped his wand at the parchment, and handed it to Fawkes.

"Aha, Dumbledore, you can't use a phoenix, even if it's to send a message, your phoenix can teleport people. Thinking that he heard Dumbledore shouting excitedly that he was about to surrender, Fudge jumped on tiptoe, but out of an abundance of caution he still asked the other party not to use the phoenix.

"Well, the minister has thought it through, the minister is right!" Percy complimented.

"I think you'll find yourself wrong on that, Connelly. Dumbledore whispered, half-moon glasses drooping over his crooked nose, and he was staring at Fudge from above them, "I just wanted to call them out." Since you say so, then I'll just use the phoenix's tail feathers to send the message. As he spoke, Dumbledore pulled a golden phoenix tail feather out of his sleeve.

In the Room of Requirement, a phoenix tail feather suddenly appeared in Harry's hand, "Come out." Dumbledore's voice came from the letter above.

For Dumbledore, the young wizards in the Requirement Room had absolute trust, and they were relieved to obediently rush out of the exit, thinking that the omnipotent Headmaster had helped them solve the problem again.

"Look, Harry!" Umbridge said beaming at Harry's head, "and the members of the illegal organization!"

Harry, they noticed Ron in a trance, and understood why he hadn't seen Ron at the rally tonight. Filch handed Fudge the list nailed to the wall of the Room of Requirement. "Fantastic," Fudge said, a smile on his face, "fantastic, Filch." I'll take a look...... Oh my God......"

"See what the name is," Fudge whispered, "Dumbledore's Army." ”

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

Umbridge smiled sweetly to keep her smugness from being too obvious, "So Headmaster Dumbledore, you now admit that you recruited these students into your army?"

"I organized it. Dumbledore nodded calmly as usual, "I was supposed to be here for the first time tonight, 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. ”

"Are you really secretly plotting how to fight me!" Fudge growled, looking hurt, in fact, although he himself had been trying to attack and discredit Dumbledore by various means after the Goblet of Fire, in the end, he was only trying to keep his position and deny the return of the mysterious man. He even had the illusion that he would just fire Harry, who lied to get attention from others?? Potter, Dumbledore can wake up and restore the previous relationship with each other, he actually doesn't want to believe from the bottom of his heart that Dumbledore, who has been with him for many years, will let the Headmaster of Hogwarts do nothing and run to fight with him for what Minister of Magic, he really wants it will not be his turn to take office at all, but now, Umbridge and Owen?? Harris had been warning him that Dumbledore's purpose was really trying to overthrow himself!

"It seems that everything is over. Dumbledore said briefly, "Do you need me to write a written confession, Connelly—is it enough to make a statement in front of these witnesses? ”

Hearing this, Harry finally understood Umbridge and Dumbledore's plan and splashed dirty water on Dumbledore, and Dumbledore obviously intended to resist their mistakes for recklessness in order to protect himself, and he must not let this happen.

"No! Dumbledore—" Harry shouted, "it's none of your business, it's my group..."

"Shut up for me!Harry?? Potter!" said a rejuvenated Fudge, glancing at Dumbledore with a terrifying joy, "Well, I didn't expect you to organize an army. ”

"Dumbledore's Army, Cornelius," Dumbledore said, waving the list in front of Fudge, still smiling on his face, "not the Potter Army, not the Weasley Army, but the Dumbledore Army, which I personally organized." ”

By this time, Harry had been stopped by Professor McGonagall, and some of the members were already crying.

"Weasley!" shouted Fudge, his disillusionment and change of attitude now trembling with joy, "Weasley, have you written it down, what he said, what he said, did you write down his confession?"

"Yes, sir, I think so, sir!" Percy said earnestly, his nose splashed with ink as he made his notes at a rapid pace.

"He wants to build an army against the Ministry of Magic, he wants to overthrow me, is this a record?"

"Yes, sir, I made a note of it, yes!" Percy said as he happily skimmed through the records.

"You're going to be escorted to the Ministry of Magic now, where you'll be formally charged, and you'll be sent to Azkaban to await trial!" Fudge exclaimed.

Dumbledore just smiled and gently grasped his Elder Wand with his hand, "Well-you seem to have the illusion that I would-?—— that sentence is waiting to be killed. I'm afraid I'm not going to sit back at all, Connelly. I don't want to be sent to Azkaban at all. Sure, I could—but what a waste of time, and frankly, I remembered that I had a lot of things to do, which I'd rather do. ”

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