Chapter 985: Preparing for Arrest

"Did you just lose control?"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, making her face look a little pale.

Marida still looked dull. Many times, as long as the source was found, it was easy to find clues. But Dumbledore was different. Even though Fan Lin had discovered how Dumbledore cast the spell, he was not paying attention. That clear feeling will disappear quickly...

Umbridge's face was ashen. If there was no evidence, being pointed at by Dumbledore with a wand was not a treatment that ordinary people could enjoy.

Like, Grindelwald? Voldemort? Or, the God of Death?

It seems that wanting to be Dumbledore's opponent is not something that ordinary people can afford.

But soon Umbridge puffed up her chest again. Everyone knew that this was really the case, so even if Marida didn't say it...

In fact, Marida was still standing within reach of Umbridge. She still looked worried about being suddenly attacked by Umbridge again, but at the same time she felt relieved to be free from Umbridge's hands. . She was still clutching her robe tightly and pulling it down under her eyes, which were oddly vacant and staring straight ahead.

It seems that the principal intends to keep it going until he leaves. However, even if Dumbledore doesn't do this, Fanlin can guarantee that Marida won't say anything.

What a joke, even Dumbledore would have to pay a price for violating the contract in front of him, the magician.

"Dorothy," Fudge said one last time, trying to calm the situation down, "Tonight's party - the one we all know for sure happened?"

"Yes," Umbridge cheered up again, "Yes, well, Miss Marida came to report to me, and accompanied by a trustworthy classmate, she asked me to catch the current criminals who were partying. It seemed they had been warned that I was coming, because when we reached the seventh floor, they were running in all directions. Miss Parkinson went to the Room of Requirement to help me check if they had left anything behind, and found them. list, which is important because we need evidence, and the House of Need provides just the evidence we need.”

Harry watched with some shock as she took out the list that had been nailed to the wall of the Room of Needs from her pocket and handed it to Fudge.

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

"Great!" A smile appeared on Fudge's face, "Dorothy, you are so great! And... damn..." He raised his head and looked at the wand gently held in his hand, still standing. Dumbledore next to Marida, "Look what they named themselves?" Fudge said quietly, "Dumbledore's Army!"

Dumbledore reached out and took the parchment from Fudge, staring at the title Hermione had jotted down months ago. At that moment, he looked like he couldn't say a word.

Then, Dumbledore raised his head and smiled, "Well, it has happened -" he said briefly, "Connelly, do you want me to write a confession now, or do I just want to make a confession in front of these witnesses?" Is it enough to just make a statement?”

Dumbledore's confessional attitude obviously exceeded everyone's expectations. Professor McGonagall and Kingsley exchanged glances, with expressions of fear on their faces. They had no idea what was going to happen, and Fudge obviously didn't know what it was.

"A statement?" Fudge said hesitantly. "What, - I don't -"

"Dumbledore's Army, Cornelius!" Dumbledore smiled and waved the list in front of Fudge. "This is not Potter's Army, nor Al's Army, but Dumbledore's Army!"

"But - but -" A sudden realization flashed across Fudge's face. He took a step back in horror, then screamed and jumped out of the fire again. "Yours?" he murmured, stamping out the smoldering cloak once more.

"That's right!" Dumbledore said quickly.

"You organized this?" Fudge asked in disbelief.

"Yes," Dumbledore replied.

"You recruit these students to - be your army?"

"Tonight is the first gathering," Dumbledore said as he nodded, "just to see if they are interested in joining us. Of course, I now know that inviting Miss Marida was incorrect."

Marida nodded. Fudge looked from her to Dumbledore, his chest swelling. "You are secretly plotting against me!" he growled.

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

"No!" Harry shouted. Kingsley gave Harry a quick warning look, while Professor McGonagall stared at Harry threateningly. But Harry suddenly understood what Dumbledore might be trying to do, and he couldn't let it happen.

"No—Dumbledore—"

"Quiet, Harry, or I think you will have to leave my office." Dumbledore said calmly.

"That's right, Potter, shut up!" Fudge snapped, giving Dumbledore a look of frightening joy. "Okay, okay - I came here just expecting to be able to expel Special - but - instead -"

"On the contrary, it allows you to arrest me." Dumbledore said with a smile, "It's like losing a sickle coin, but getting a gold galen, isn't it?"

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

"This short paragraph is about how he built an army to resist the Ministry of Magic, and how he wanted to secretly overthrow me?" Fudge pointed at the list.

"Well, well, Minister, I've written it all down," Percy said, looking over his notes happily.

"Very good, then" Fudge said with a cheerful glow, "Weasley, make a copy of your record and send it to the Daily Prophet immediately. If we use the courier owl to deliver it, it should be in time tomorrow Published in the morning paper!"

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

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

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

"Unexpected obstacles?" Fudge's voice was still slightly trembling with excitement. "I didn't say there were any unexpected obstacles, Dumbledore."

"Oh," said Dumbledore apologetically, "I guess I just found out."

"Oh, really?"

"Well - you just seemed to be troubled by a misunderstanding. That misunderstanding was that I was going to - um - how do you say that? - oh, in secret. Unfortunately, I didn't mean to do it in secret at all. That's right, Connelly. I definitely didn't mean to be sent to Azkaban. Of course I could have escaped - but that would have been a waste of time, and frankly, I could have thought of a lot of other things to do!" (Unfinished) to be continued)