Chapter 541 Connelly (Modified, I Wish You All a Happy Chinese New Year!)
Umbridge grabbed the shoulder of the girl next to Pansy who buried her head in the magic robe. When she raised her head, there was a sound of gasping, and a series of dense purple pustules had crawled across her nose. And cheeks, showing the word "informant", made her face as ugly as it could be - the parchment signed by the D.A members was enchanted by Harry asking Hermione, if someone Whistleblowers will be punished in this way.
At the same time everyone recognized that it was Marietta, and she quickly covered her cheeks with her hands again.
"Don't panic, dear, don't be afraid," Professor Umbridge said softly, patting her on the back. "It's all right now. You've done the right thing. The Minister is happy with you. He'll tell you Mum, you're a good girl. Minister, Marietta's mother," she added, looking up at Fudge, "is Mrs. Eckmore of the Department of Magical Transport and the Road Network Authority—you know, she's helping us. Watch the Hogwarts fires."
"Well, like a mother, like a daughter," said Fudge, who had just seen Marietta's appearance, and said uncomfortably, "well, tell me, come on, dear."
"Don't worry about the spots now, dear," said Umbridge impatiently, "take your hands off your face and tell the Minister—"
But Marietta gave another muffled wail and shook her head desperately.
"Hmph, well then, you silly girl, I'll tell them," said Umbridge grumpily. She quickly put on a disgusting smile and said: "Well, Minister, this Miss Aikemo came to my office this evening shortly after dinner and said she had something to tell me. She said if I found something good for me when I went into a back room on the eighth floor, which is said to be sometimes called the Room of Requirement. When I questioned her further, she admitted that there was some kind of party there. Sadly, at the time These spells," she waved impatiently at Marietta's face, once again hidden in her robes, "started to work, and she was too sad to see her own face in my mirror. Tell me more, this illegal organization is really cruel, even if some members wake up and make the right choice, they will be punished like black wizards. Poor girl, Minister, we will be rewarded well in the future Take a look at her behavior of abandoning the dark and turning to the light."
Fudge nodded impatiently, and patted Marietta Ackmore on the shoulder in an attempt to comfort the now disfigured little girl, who just buried her face more tightly in his palm.
"But it doesn't matter, combined with what Mr. Weasley said, we can conclude," Umbridge pointed to the corridor, "they must be here, Minister, we can take turns to send people here to guard, even if they refuse to come out now , but you have to eat, right?"
"Although we can't see them now, we can indeed send people to stay here. Dumbledore, you and your Fox may be wronged for a few days. Although I don't have the right to arrest you directly, I still have the authority Let the Aurors keep an eye on you and your bird for a while, before your phoenix sneaks them all away." Fudge narrowed his eyes, and walked a few steps in the hallway, singing and saying what they had said before. After discussing the plan, he turned his head and smiled at Dumbledore.
"Connelly, there's no need for that, I'll let them out right now." Dumbledore's gaze slid past the entrance of the Room of Requirement, he took out a piece of parchment, pointed his wand at the parchment, and moved The parchment was passed to Fox.
"Aha! Dumbledore, you are not allowed to use the phoenix, even if it is to send a message, your phoenix can take people teleport." Thinking that he had heard Dumbledore's plan to surrender, Fudge shouted excitedly, and jumped on tiptoe Jumping, but for the sake of caution, he still asked the other party not to use the phoenix.
"Why, the Minister is so thoughtful, and the Minister is right!" Percy complimented.
"I think you'll find yourself mistaken on this point,
connelly. said Dumbledore softly, staring at Fudge from over the half-moon glasses drooping over his crooked nose, "I just wanted to call them out. Since you said so, then I will only use the phoenix tail feathers to send messages. "Speaking, Dumbledore pulled out a golden phoenix tail feather from 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 little wizards in the Room of Requirement had absolute trust. They breathed a sigh of relief and obediently filed out from the exit, thinking that the omnipotent headmaster helped them solve the problem again.
"Look, Harry!" Umbridge said beamingly when he saw Harry coming out first, "There are also members of those illegal organizations!"
Only then did Harry and the others notice Ron who was in a trance, and understood why they didn't see Ron at the rally tonight. That's when Filch handed Fudge the list pinned to the wall of the Room of Requirement. "That's great," said Fudge, with a broad smile on his face. "That's great, Filch. Let's see...Jesus..."
"See what it's called," said Fudge softly. "Dumbledore's Army."
Dumbledore reached out and took the parchment from Fudge. He stared at the title scribbled on the parchment, and for a moment seemed speechless. Then he smiled and raised his eyes.
Umbridge kept her complacency from being too obvious with a sweet smile, "So Headmaster Dumbledore, you now admit that you are recruiting these students into your army?"
"I organized it." Dumbledore nodded calmly as always, "I was supposed to attend this gathering for the first time tonight, just to see if they would like to cooperate with me. Of course, now I understand, invite Miss Ackmore was a mistake."
"You are really secretly planning how to fight against me!" Fudge growled, and looked very hurt. In fact, although he himself has been trying to use various means to attack and discredit Dumbledore after the Goblet of Fire, in the end, he just wanted to keep Dumbledore. His own position is nothing more than denying the return of the mysterious man. He even had a little fantasy that as long as he fired Harry Potter who lied to attract others' attention, Dumbledore would be able to wake up and restore the relationship with each other before. In fact, he was unwilling to believe that he had been with him For many years, Dumbledore would let the headmaster of Hogwarts not do it and come to fight with him for the Minister of Magic. What he really wanted would not be his turn to take office, but now, Umbridge and Owen Harry It turned out that Dumbledore's warning to him had become a fact, and Dumbledore's purpose was really trying to overthrow himself!
"It looks like it's all over," said Dumbledore curtly. "Do you want me to make a written statement, Connelly—or is it enough to make a statement in the presence of these witnesses? It's all Planned by me, these students are only acting under the direction of me as headmaster of Hogwarts, and they cannot go against the wishes of a headmaster."
Hearing this, Harry finally understood Umbridge and Dumbledore's plan. Umbridge wanted to use D.A to pour dirty water on Dumbledore, and Dumbledore obviously planned to resist in order to protect himself. The mistakes they've made through recklessness, and he must not let that happen.
"No! Dumbledore—" Harry shouted, "It's none of your business, it's my team..."
"Shut up! Harry Potter!" snapped Fudge, who recovered, and gave Dumbledore a look of frightening joy. "Well, I didn't expect you to organize a army."
"Dumbledore's Army, Connelly," said Dumbledore, waving the list in front of Fudge, still smiling, "not Potter's Army, not Weasley's Army, but Dumbledore's Army, I organized it myself."
At this time, Harry had been stopped by Professor McGonagall, and other D.A members who understood had already begun to cry.
"Weasley!" Fudge shouted, his heart had been disillusioned and his attitude changed, and now he was trembling with joy, "Weasley, have you written all this down, what he said, his confession, you Remember it?"
"Yes, sir, I think so, sir!" said Percy eagerly, ink splattering his nose as he took notes so rapidly.
"He wants to raise an army against the Ministry of Magic, he wants to overthrow me, is that on record?"
"Yes, sir, I've made a note, yes!" said Percy, glancing happily through the notes.
"You are now being escorted to the Ministry of Magic, where you will be formally charged, and then sent to Azkaban to await trial!" Fudge exclaimed.
Dumbledore just smiled, and lightly grasped his Elder Wand with his hand, "Well—you seem to have an illusion that I will—how do you say that?—stand still. I'm afraid I'm Not hanging around at all, Connelly. I don't want to be sent to Azkaban at all. Of course, I can get out--but what a waste of time, and frankly, I remember I have a lot of Well, I'd rather do those things."