Chapter 943 (1/2)

”You just lost control?”

Professor McGonagall pursed his lips, and his face was a little pale.

Marida is still in that dull look. Many times, as long as you find the source, it is easy to find clues. But Dumbledore is different. Even if van Lin has found out how Dumbledore cast his magic, if he is not careful, that clear feeling will quickly disappear

Umbridge's face was livid. If there was no evidence, Dumbledore pointed to him with his wand. This is not the treatment that ordinary people can enjoy.

For example, Greenwood? Lord Voldemort? Or death?

So it seems that if you want to be Dumbledore's opponent, it is not something that ordinary people can afford.

Soon, however, Umbridge lifted his chest again, and everyone knew that there was such a thing, so even if marida didn't say

As a matter of fact, marida is still within the reach of Umbridge. She still seems worried about being attacked by Umbridge again, and she is relieved to be free from Umbridge. She still clung to her robe and pulled it under her eyes, which were strangely blank and staring straight ahead.

It seems that the headmaster is going to keep going until he leaves, but even if Dumbledore doesn't do so, Valentine can guarantee that marida won't say anything.

Are you kidding? Even Dumbledore has to pay enough for breaking the contract in front of the caster.

”Dorothy,” said Fudge, one last time trying to stabilize the situation, ”the party tonight - the one we all know for sure has happened?”

”Yes,” Umbridge cheered up again. ”Yes, well, miss marida came to report me and, accompanied by some trustworthy classmate, let me catch the current criminals at the party. It seems that they had been warned in advance that I was going to go there, because when we got to the seventh floor, they were running in all directions. Ms. Parkinson went to the house to help me check if they had left anything behind and found their list. This is very important because we need the evidence, and the house of need just provides the evidence we need. ”

Harry watched in shock as she pulled the list from her pocket that had been nailed to the wall of the house of need and handed it to fudge.

”When I saw Porter's name on it, I knew what we were going to deal with.” She said softly.

”Great!” There was a smile on Fudge's face. ”Dorothy, you're amazing! And . hateful... ” He looked up and looked at Dumbledore, who was still standing beside marida with his wand in his hand. ”What do you think they named themselves?” fudge said quietly, ”Dumbledore's army!”

Dumbledore reached out and took the parchment from fudge, staring at the title Hermione had scribbled a few months ago. At that moment, he didn't seem to be able to say a word.

Then Dumbledore looked up and said with a smile, ”well, it's happened -” he said briefly, ”Cornell, do you want me to write a confession now, or do I just have to make a statement in front of these witnesses?”

Dumbledore's guilty attitude obviously exceeded everyone's expectation. Professor McGonagall exchanged with Kingsley With a look in their eyes, there was a look of fear on their faces. They don't know what's going to happen, and fudge obviously doesn't know what it is.

”Statement?” fudge said hesitantly, ”what -- I don't --”

”Dumbledore's army, Cornell!” Dumbledore waved the list in front of fudge with a smile, ”it's not Porter's army, it's not al's army, it's Dumbledore's army!”

”but - but -” a flash of clarity flashed across Fudge's face. He stepped back in horror, then screamed and jumped out of the fire again. ”Yours?” he murmured, stamping out his smoldering cloak again.

”That's right!” said Dumbledore stealthily.