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Chapter 236 The Rebellious Dumbledore

For the next two days, the days went smoothly.

As a competent divination professor, Tang Sen is busy with his classes and researching ancient magic every day. The only news channel he pays attention to is the "Daily Prophet" he subscribes to and the chats of the guests at the Leaky Cauldron.

Apparently, because of the suppression of speech by the Ministry of Magic, the business of the Leaky Cauldron Bar has plummeted, and it is no longer the same as before. Even in Diagon Alley, people who come and go are in a hurry.

The word "magician" became taboo, and people began to use other words instead to avoid being caught by the Aurors.

For those wizards who agree with the magician's thoughts and want to follow him in the footsteps of change, they have all kinds of secret names for the magician. Some people call it "that person", and some people call it "dragon" more precisely. , and some people are more fanatical and even directly call it "that adult".

However, for those pure-blood families, those wizards who control the right to speak and the power of the magic world, the title of magician is relatively unified.

A large part of them, especially those who have seen magicians on the spot, will always think of the traditional titles in the magic world with fear, and can't help but say it——

Dark Lord.

Obviously, the "Daily Prophet" in the past two days is still full of content about magicians, refuting the magician himself and the magician's thoughts from various angles. Convicted of the three charges released, including not only ordinary wizards, but even some Ministry of Magic officials—

For example, although Mr. Weasley of the Misuse of Muggle Items Office has not made any remarks about magicians in public, but because he collects and even transforms Muggle items, he is suspected of secretly promoting the ideas of magicians in this way. Was directly dismissed from the position of the Ministry of Magic.

Also convicted for this was Professor Hagrid of Hogwarts' Protection of Fantastic Beasts class. Although he explained that his Muggle vehicle was a gift from others, Professor Umbridge still relied on the rights granted to him by the Ministry of Magic. Suspend Professor Hagrid temporarily.

In the dark, many wizards have begun to hate the actions of the Ministry of Magic, and they are looking forward to it, looking forward to the early arrival of the three-month deadline.

Undoubtedly, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the British wizarding world at this time is like a volcano that is poised to erupt—the current Minister of Magic Fudge is obviously not a discerning person, and he is in a good mood today.

Since Umbridge sent himself a report two days ago, implying that he had found strong evidence to bring down Dumbledore, he had been looking forward to this day.

After just receiving the news that Umbridge had acted and had obtained the expected results, he immediately led four Aurors to Hogwarts through the Floo network of Umbridge's office. Inside the castle, and then hurriedly walked all the way to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

This behavior attracted the attention of many young wizards. Of course, they knew the Minister of Magic, and there was undisguised disgust in many of their gazes.

But Fudge didn't care about these. He believed that as long as he seized the rights of Hogwarts, he would naturally have a lot of time to reverse the atmosphere of Hogwarts and let these students know what was right.

Having just seen the gargoyle sculpture at the door of the headmaster's office, Fudge could already hear Umbridge's piercing screams coming from inside.

"Look! Dumbledore's Army!"

"Dumbledore, I have long since seen through the purpose of your alarmist remarks about You-Know-Who! It was all just a cover-up to cover up your desire to seize the rights of the Ministry of Magic! Now, your lies are going to be exposed !"

This series of accusations, like firecrackers, made Fudge quicken his pace, pass through the stairs, and enter the principal's office.

Dumbledore was standing under those portraits. He looked exhausted, and there was still a lot of dust on the hem of his robe. He had obviously just returned from outside.

On the opposite side of him was the menacing Umbridge, and the flustered Harry Potter and others who were controlled aside.

"Please call me Professor Dumbledore." Dumbledore said as usual, and then noticed Fudge who entered the principal's room, and he greeted calmly: "Connelly, long time no see. You're always so timely with things."

Fudge walked up to Umbridge without saying a word, and the other party handed over a piece of paper in good time, and said, "Minister Fudge, look! I have been following Mr. Potter and his group for several weeks. I finally caught them, I didn't expect to have a big harvest!"

"DA." Fudge looked at the slogan on the paper.

"DA, obviously means Dumbledore's Army." Umbridge said hastily.

"No!" shouted Harry from the side, "That's—"

"That's right." Dumbledore's calm voice interrupted Harry's yelling. He stared at Umbridge and said, "I'm sorry that you found this out, Professor Umbridge."

"Albus." Fudge said with a sad face, "I always thought this was just a rumor from the Daily Prophet, so you really plan to deal with me?"

Dumbledore looked at the other party's instinctively disguised expression as a politician, and suddenly smiled.

"Of course."

A trace of uncontrollable ecstasy appeared on Fudge's face, and he said quickly: "Send an owl to the Daily Prophet to report what was discovered today and what Dumbledore said."

At the same time, he quickly waved his hands towards the Aurors behind him: "You escort Dumbledore to Azkaban, where he will await trial on charges of conspiracy and rebellion."

The corners of Umbridge's mouth twisted upwards. She looked back at the great horror that appeared on Harry Potter's face, and pulled out her wand with a shrill smile.

But Dumbledore was not in a hurry, he said calmly:

"Connelly, years of political career seem to have caused some problems in your judgment of the situation."

"You seem to think that if you give me your life, I'll—what do you say? Get caught?"

He shook his head slowly: "No, I don't want to go to Azkaban."

"Enough!" Umbridge screamed. "He's trying to escape! Catch him!"

"Stunning!" She waved her wand first.

But before the spell flew halfway, it bounced back strangely, and Umbridge's body froze immediately.

The other Aurors were shocked immediately, and they quickly took out their wands. The light of the curse radiated in the office. Under the intense light, the four Aurors fell to the ground in an instant.

Dumbledore was unharmed, didn't even move at all, he just smiled and looked at Fudge with deep eyes.

The fight ended so quickly that it took Fudge a few seconds to realize what had happened—

The elite Aurors he brought were defeated in an instant.

At the same time he was aware of a more serious matter.

The person standing in front of him is not an ordinary wizard, but the greatest white wizard of this century. His power alone can overthrow the entire British Ministry of Magic. Damn it, for a long time before, Fudge was not Didn't know this, but he was sure Dumbledore couldn't have waved his wand at him.

The so-called Dumbledore's Army is just nonsense. Everyone knows that if Dumbledore really wants to seize his power, why would he need an army of young wizards?
He originally just wanted to use this excuse to deprive Dumbledore of the position of headmaster and completely control Hogwarts school. Now it seems that he has screwed up.

"Dumbledore!" He shouted reflexively: "You are violently resisting the law enforcement of the Ministry of Magic! Do you want to be imprisoned in Azkaban for life!"

"I said it, Connelly." Dumbledore walked towards Fudge step by step: "I don't want to go to Azkaban."

"Also, I don't want to run away, because there is no need."

Under Fudge's shocked gaze, he stood still in front of Fudge and let out a long sigh.

"I'm very tired today."

"You don't know what I've been through. I can tell you that I went through a decisive battle today. It's a scene you can't imagine. Connelly, you can guess who I'm fighting against?"

Fudge couldn't help but took a few steps back.

"Who?"

"Tom." Dumbledore slowly pulled out the Elder Wand, and pressed it against Fudge's chest: "That's the Voldemort you've been denying for half a year."

Harry let out an exclamation, and he couldn't help shouting: "Professor Dumbledore. You. Did you fight Voldemort?"

"That's right, Harry." Dumbledore glanced at him with complicated eyes, and said, "Unfortunately, although Tom was caught off guard, I didn't succeed. His strength has recovered too much, and I—"

He hid his scorched hands in the sleeves of his robe.

"Fortunately, I have achieved the expected harvest and killed the snake, and Tom will definitely not dare to take the lead in the near future."

"Lie lie!" Fudge yelled, "You-Know-Who has not been resurrected at all! You are just trying to cover up your idea of ​​taking my rights!"

"I'm not hiding it, Connelly."

Dumbledore said calmly, "I'm planning to do that."

"Connelly, you don't realize what impact the magician has had on the wizarding world. Your wrong choice about the magician will drag the entire wizarding world into the abyss of war, and you don't realize that Voldemort is already ready to move , your cover-up behavior has provided him with an umbrella of action time and time again."

"You don't realize this, you only have those boring political tricks in your head, and you think I'm your enemy."

"I was going to put up with your stupidity, but things have changed, Connelly."

"I don't have that much time, and I decided to take some of the responsibility myself, even if...it would discredit me."

Fudge trembled all over: "Dumbledore Albus, what do you want to do to me? Are you going to kill me?"

"No, Connelly." Dumbledore shook his head, "I'm not a dark wizard."

"Maybe the magician will kill you, maybe Voldemort will kill you, but I won't."

"I just realized that I can no longer allow a stupid person to hold such an important position and drag the entire magic world into the abyss. The reason I said so much is just to give you a suggestion. Decent voluntary resignation."

"You are rebelling! You have no right to interfere with the affairs of the Ministry of Magic!" Hearing that Dumbledore would not kill him, Fudge felt a little more confident.

"Yes, I have no rights." Dumbledore blinked, "But I have power."

"Isn't that why you fear me? Now, as you wish, Connelly."

Fudge's Adam's apple trembled, and he looked at Dumbledore in disbelief.

"I am no longer an old man so rigid that he can only follow the rules. Since you are afraid of Voldemort's power, you should also be afraid of me. If I can save the situation, I don't mind being called the Dark Lord by some people."

He joked: "Although you have been trying your best to discredit me, I think I still have some reputation in the British wizarding world."

"Professor Dumbledore—"

All the little wizards suddenly screamed.

"Oh, Harry." Dumbledore turned around and looked at Harry Potter with a smile, "Obviously, I can no longer be your headmaster, don't worry about it, I sincerely hope you can get through A wonderful campus life."

"correct."

He turned his head again, looking at Fudge.

"You didn't seem to have time to send my charges to the Daily Prophet just now."

"Don't worry, I will take the initiative to find out what they said"

"A guilty plea."

(End of this chapter)