Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 383 Dumbledore Takes Action
"Oh! Very good. So, where is the 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 screamed hysterically.

"what!"

Fudge took a big step back in horror and leaned against the fireplace. The fire entangled his robes again, but this time he did not rush to put it out. He just looked at Dumbledore behind the eagle-legged table with horror.

"You!? You did all this?"

"Don't get excited, Fudge." Kingsley stood up quickly upon seeing this. "I think all this is a false accusation against Dumbledore. With Dumbledore's character, he would never do such a thing."

Umbridge shouted:
"Kingsley! You don't have to make excuses for him anymore! The facts are clear now!"

"This is not an excuse, 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 have used extremely severe punishment on them. All the testimonies they said under such torture are unreliable, because you can make them say whatever you want!"

Umbridge was forced to step back again and again, stammering and unable to speak.

The portraits of past principals on the wall all cheered, with the witch with silver curly hair cheering the loudest.

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

She grabbed Ron as if she had grasped the last straw, forcing him to raise his head and look at everyone.

Ron struggled to pry Umbridge's hands apart, tears dripping from his eyes. He felt very humiliated to be looked at in the face like this.

However, Umbridge's madness was so powerful that Ron was completely powerless to stop her.

"Did you see that? The herpes on his face is very neatly formed into a 'snitch'!" Umbridge shouted, "I tell you, Ron told everything! The list they signed is actually a magical contract for confidentiality. Anyone who dares to reveal information about Dumbledore's Army will have herpes on his face! And now, Ron happens to have such herpes on his face, which is enough to prove that his testimony is indeed true! Now...ah!"

Before Umbridge could finish her words, an invisible force slammed her against the wall with a dull thud.

"I won't allow you to treat my students like this again!"

Dumbledore stared at Umbridge with his eyes wide open.

After falling to the ground, Umbridge kept coughing, with traces of blood faintly visible at 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 shouted, "And what Umbridge said is absolutely right. I will send all of you to Azkaban!"

Kingsley stepped forward and hugged Fudge, who was almost out of control with excitement, and said loudly:
"Calm down! Minister! Do you remember what I said? A confession obtained under torture has no legal effect at all. This means that the magical contract was most likely made up by Umbridge herself!"

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

He didn't even have time to wipe his tears. He raised his head, pointed at his own face and said hurriedly:

"That's right! There is no magic contract at all! Those damn testimonies were all taught to me by Umbridge! Including these herpes, which was also a spell cast by Umbridge on me!"

Upon hearing this, Kingsley and the others showed teachable expressions on their faces, and Neville on the side secretly gave Ron a thumbs up.

Fudge's violent struggle froze. There were so many twists and turns today that he felt his brain was a little overwhelmed.

But he knew very well that if nothing unexpected happened, he would lose today.

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 person. He was the Slytherin who Umbridge always kept by her side and could cast spells silently.

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

The man pulled out a roll of parchment from his pocket, held it up in both hands and handed it to the confused Fudge.

"This is the magical contract that Professor Umbridge was talking about. My classmates and I found it when we searched the Room of Requirement. I think a quick inspection will tell whether it is a real magical contract or not."

Fudge snatched the parchment and began to examine it carefully.

After a while, the corners of his mouth began to rise wildly, and he cast his eyes to Ron who was stunned at the side, and said maliciously:
"Although it is crudely made, it is indeed a magical contract. And..."

As he spoke, Fudge stretched out his hand and pressed it on the parchment. Then, a blue light flashed and the blisters on Ron's face began to grow wildly again.

"Ah!~"

Ron covered his face and screamed, and Fudge finally let go of his hand and said:
"And it seems that this contract is indeed the source of the 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 deal with 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-foot table and watched Ron, Mike and others quietly, as if he was making a difficult decision.

After a long while, Dumbledore seemed to have finally thought it over. 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 DA army is entirely organized by you?"

"That's right. Actually, no one, including Mike, knows about this. They have always thought that they are participating in a Defense Against the Dark Arts team." Dumbledore looked very happy, his mouth wide open. "I wanted to announce this to them recently. But now it seems that underage wizards are still a little unreliable. I think I should recruit wizards with more mature minds."

"So, you have actually been plotting to overthrow me!" Fudge roared, while he continued to retreat towards the door, trying to keep as much distance from Dumbledore as possible.

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

"Yes, thank God you finally understood! I have tolerated you, an idiot, for a long time."

"No! That's not the case!"

Ron cried and tried to move forward, but Professor McGonagall's hands were firmly on his shoulders, preventing him from moving.

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

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

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

If the person being caught was Harry Potter, it would be normal for Dumbledore to do this, but now it is him and Ron who are being caught!
'Dumbledore...is he mad?'

As Mike was thinking this, he heard Fudge yelling frantically:

"Quick! Weasley, Weasley, did you hear everything? He wants to build an army to fight the Ministry of Magic, he wants to overthrow me, write this down for me immediately, and then send your record to the Daily Prophet by the fastest owl, I want to see this report on the front page tomorrow morning! Then, Dumbledore, I will arrest you and put you in Azkaban!"

"That may be difficult, Fudge. I even think you may have misunderstood something. What on earth made you think that I would surrender and let you do whatever you want, huh?" Dumbledore looked at Fudge kindly and said, "Dear Connery, I don't want to be locked up in Azkaban at all. Although I can't be locked up there and I can even escape at any time, it's such a waste of time! Can you understand? I mean, I still have a lot of things to do and I don't have time to play the judge game with you at all."

Fudge's expression became extremely interesting. 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 visible to the naked eye, and the blush was spreading rapidly to his collar.

"You...you! Kingsley, Dawlish! What are you waiting for? Hurry up!"

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

But the gray-haired Auror next to him did not hesitate. He took out his wand from the wand case and pointed it at Dumbledore.

"Don't be silly, Dawlish." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I am sure you are an excellent Auror. You have always been excellent. I remember that your NEWT scores seemed to be excellent. But if you want to use violence against me, then I will have to be rude to you."

The Auror named Dawlish blinked comically, 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.

Dalishi was stunned for a moment, but before long, the confusion on his face disappeared, replaced by excitement!

Because Fudge is back, and with him come several other senior Aurors!

"I think I heard someone say that we are going to be rude to us?" Fudge said maliciously, "You mean you are going to deal with Dawlish, Shacklebolt, Dolores and me alone, right, Dumbledore?"

"Not alone!"

Professor McGonagall said firmly.

At the same time, Mike also noticed that although Professor Snape did not speak, he put his hand into his robe, and was obviously ready for battle.

Seeing this, Mike also stretched his fingers, silently brewing the magic power in his body, ready to attack at any time.

"No! I'm the only one!" Dumbledore said sternly, "Minerva, Hogwarts needs you!"

"That's enough!" Fudge suddenly took out his wand, "I don't want to talk to you anymore! Do it!"

As soon as he said this, the Aurors whose names he mentioned all raised their wands towards Dumbledore.

But Dumbledore is faster!

Mike saw Dumbledore waving his arm, and an invisible, terrifying force that made people tremble burst out from his body and spread around like a tide.

Anything that was touched by this power turned into fine dust. Even the spells that Fudge, Umbridge and others shot at Dumbledore were no exception. They all turned into nothingness!
Mike's pupils shrank suddenly, and he almost instinctively fell to the ground, raising his hands at the same time. The magic power in his body surged out, and in an instant, an oval-shaped narrow "all-protection" shield appeared on his body.

"Oh!"

A huge roar sounded, and Dumbledore's amazing power, carrying a dazzling blue light, completely exploded in the office.

Mike only felt that countless huge forces were constantly hitting the shield in front of him. Many of these forces were deflected due to the streamlined angle of the shield, but the remaining ones still hit its surface and created countless cracks!
Finally, the explosion was over.

Mike stood up from the ground with difficulty, and saw that the whole office was in a mess.

There were sawdust and dust everywhere, even Dumbledore's favorite giant globe and the wooden stand of the phoenix Fawkes had been completely destroyed!
But what surprised Mike was that under such a horrific attack, the murals of past principals high on the wall were not damaged at all. At this moment, they were looking down at the tragic situation in the office with horror on their faces.

Fudge, Umbridge and others were lying on the floor in a shambles, motionless and looked like they were dead.

A little further away from them, Professor McGonagall was holding Neville and Ron down tightly, and they just raised their heads when McGonagall looked at them.

Dumbledore, who caused all this, was standing alone in his original place, with the fiery red phoenix Fawkes spreading its huge wings on his shoulders.

The morning sunlight shone in from the window, and with the help of countless floating dust particles, it illuminated the entire office with a golden glow, and made Dumbledore look like a god in the sky!

Mike stared at Dumbledore in the sunlight. At this moment, he was once again shocked by Dumbledore's terrifying power!

(End of this chapter)