"Oh! That's great. So, where is this list now?" Fudge said expressionlessly, but as soon as he finished speaking, his expression became extremely bad, "Wait! You mean...

…The name of their organization is Dumbledore’s Army?”

"That's right!"

Umbridge shouted hysterically.

"ah!"

Fudge took a big step back in horror and leaned against the fireplace. The fire once again wrapped around his robe. However, this time he did not rush to put it out. He just looked at Dumble behind the eagle-legged table with a horrified look.

profitable.

"Is it you!? Did you do all this?"

"Don't get excited, Fudge." Kingsley stood up quickly when he saw this, "I think this is all a frame-up against Dumbledore. With Dumbledore's character, he would never do such a thing."

Umbridge yelled:

"Kingsley! You don't have to defend him anymore! Things are very clear now!"

"I'm not quibbling, Umbridge!" The black man named Kingsley came out from behind the eagle-legged table and slowly approached Umbridge, "The scars on these two children are enough to prove that you

They were punished extremely severely, and any testimony they gave under such torture to extract confessions is not credible, because you can completely say whatever you want them to say!"

Umbridge was forced to retreat continuously, stammering and speechless.

The portraits of the previous principals on the wall cheered one after another, among them the witch with silver curly hair screamed the loudest.

Suddenly, Umbridge's eyes fell on Ron's face, and her expression became extremely wonderful.

As if she had grasped the last straw, she stepped forward and grabbed Ron, forcing him to raise his head and look directly at everyone.

Ron struggled to open Umbridge's hand, tears kept falling from his eyes, and he felt very humiliated by being looked directly in the face.

However, Umbridge's mad strength was so great that Ron was powerless.

"Have you seen it? The herpes on his face are very neatly formed into a 'snitch'!" Umbridge shouted, "I'm telling you, Ron told you everything! The list they signed is actually

It is a magical contract used to keep secrets. Anyone who dares to reveal information about Dumbledore's Army will have herpes on their face! And now, Ron happens to have such herpes on his face, which is enough to prove his testimony.

It is indeed all true! Now...ah!"

Before Umbridge could finish her words, an invisible force smashed her against the wall, making a muffled sound.

"I will not allow you to treat my students like this again!"

Dumbledore stared at Umbridge with wide eyes.

After falling to the ground, Umbridge kept coughing, and there was a trace of blood on the corners of her lips.

She pointed at Dumbledore, as if she wanted to say something, but the severe pain prevented her from saying anything.

"Dumbledore! How dare you beat up a Ministry of Magic official in front of me!" Fudge jumped to his feet and shouted, "And what Umbridge said is absolutely correct, I will send you all to Azkaban!"

Kingsley stepped forward and hugged Fudge, who was so excited that he almost lost his temper, and said loudly:

"Calm down! Minister! Do you remember what I said? The confession obtained through coercion has no legal effect at all, which means that the magic contract was probably made up by Umbridge herself!"

As soon as these words came out, Ron's eyes immediately lit up.

I saw that he didn't even have time to wipe away his tears. He raised his head and pointed at his face and said hurriedly:

"That's right! There is no magic contract at all! Those bullshit testimonies were all taught to me by Umbridge! Including these herpes, it was also the curse that Umbridge cast on me!"

Hearing this, Kingsley and the others all had cowardly expressions on their faces, and Neville secretly gave Ron a thumbs up.

Fudge's violent struggling movements also froze. There were too many reversals one after another today, so much so that he felt like his mind could not turn around anymore.

But he knew very well that if no accident occurred, he would lose today's matter.

However, life is always so magical. Just when Fudge's mood was about to hit rock bottom, a Slytherin student next to Ron suddenly raised the corner of his mouth.

Mike knew this man. He was the Slytherin who could always be with Umbridge and cast spells silently.

"Mr. Minister, I can prove that what Professor Umbridge said is true."

The man took out a roll of parchment from his pocket, held it in both hands and handed it to Fudge, who looked confused.

"This is the magical contract that Professor Umbridge was talking about. My classmates and I found it when we were searching the Room of Requirement. I think with a little inspection we will know whether it is a real magical contract.

."

Fudge snatched the parchment away and examined it carefully.

After a while, the corners of his mouth began to rise crazily, his eyes turned to the stunned Ron, and he said maliciously:

"Although it is very crudely made, it is indeed a magic contract. And..."

As he spoke, Fudge stretched out his hand and pressed it on the parchment, and then saw a flash of blue light, and the blisters on Ron's face began to grow crazily again.

"Ah!~"

Ron covered his face and shouted, and then Fudge let go of his hand and said:

"And it seems that this contract is indeed the source of those herpes. Umbridge did not lie! What else do you have to say now? Dumbledore!"

Several worried eyes fell on Dumbledore, and even Mike was looking at Dumbledore with interest. He was very curious about how Dumbledore would handle this matter.

However, Dumbledore, who was pointed at by Fudge, behaved extremely calmly. He neither stood up to refute Fudge's words nor admitted it. He just sat behind the eagle-legged table and looked at Ron, Mike and others quietly, as if

Making a difficult decision.

After a while, Dumbledore seemed to have finally thought about it. He sighed deeply and said to Fudge with a smile on his face:

"Well, I guess I should congratulate you now, Fudge."

"You...what do you mean?"

"I think you should have figured out the truth of all this. After all, you are so smart."

"The D.A. Army is completely an army organized by you behind the scenes?"

"Yes, no one, including Mike, knew about this. They always thought that they were participating in a Defense Against the Dark Arts team." Dumbledore looked extremely happy, his mouth grinning widely.

"I originally wanted to announce this to them recently. But now it seems that underage wizards are still a bit unreliable. I think I should recruit wizards with more mature minds."

"So, in fact, you have been plotting to overthrow me!"

Fudge roared angrily, and at the same time kept retreating towards the door, trying to keep as far away from Dumbledore as possible.

Dumbledore looked even happier after hearing this. He clapped his hands excitedly and said excitedly:

"Yes, thank God you finally understand! I've been putting up with you for a long time, you idiot."

"No! That's not the case!"

Ron cried and wanted to step forward, but Professor McGonagall's hand was firmly on his shoulder, preventing him from moving.

He turned back and blinked his red eyes and looked at Professor McGonagall in disbelief, but the latter just shook his head at him.

On the other side of the office, Mike frowned and looked at the smiling Dumbledore, silent.

To be honest, Dumbledore's behavior was too abnormal.

If the person being caught now is Harry Potter, then it would be normal for Dumbledore to do this, but it is him and Ron who are being caught now!

'Dumbledore... is he crazy?'

Thinking like this, Mike heard Fudge yelling crazily:

"Quick! Weasley, Weasley, did you hear everything? He wants to build an army to fight against the Ministry of Magic. He wants to overthrow me. Write this paragraph down for me immediately, and then send out the fastest one.

The owl will send your records to the Daily Prophet. I want to see this report on the front page tomorrow morning! Then, Dumbledore, I will capture you and put you in Azkaban!"

"I'm afraid this is a bit difficult, Fudge. I even think you may have misunderstood something. What makes you think that I will let you do whatever you want, huh?" Dumbledore looked at Fudge kindly and said, "Dear

Connery, I don't want to be imprisoned in Azkaban at all. Although I can't be imprisoned there, I can even escape at any time, but what a waste of time! Can you understand? I mean, I still

I have a lot of things to do, and I don’t even have time to play the judge game with you.”

Fudge's expression became extremely wonderful. He looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, as if he was surprised that the famous Dumbledore would say such a thing.

After a while, Fudge's face turned red at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and the blush spread rapidly around his neck.

"You...you! Kingsley, Delis! What are you waiting for? Do it quickly!"

Kingsley frowned and looked at Dumbledore and then at Fudge, feeling a little at a loss.

But the Auror with gray-white hair next to him did not hesitate, took out the wand from the wand holster and pointed it at Dumbledore.

"Don't be stupid, Deluxe." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I'm sure you are an excellent Auror. You have always been excellent. I still remember that your NEWT results seemed to have reached excellent. But if you want

If you use violence against me, then I will have no choice but to be rude to you."

The Auror named Delis blinked very funny, and then looked at Fudge, as if asking what to do next.

However, at this moment, Fudge had already moved to the door of the office, turned around and disappeared outside the door.

Delis was confused for a moment, but before long, the confusion on his face disappeared and was replaced by excitement!

Because Fudge is back again, and several other senior Aurors came in with him at the same time!

"I seem to hear someone saying they are going to be rude to us?" Fudge said maliciously, "You mean you are going to deal with Delis, Shacklebolt, Dolores and me alone, right? Dumbledore
To be continued...