Vol 2 Chapter 984: Exposure and whistleblower

"It's very beautiful." Fanlin nodded.
His performance is absolutely beyond his imagination. There is absolutely no problem in talent for these little wizards to be selected by the top school of Hogwarts, but the current environment is too peaceful, which makes everyone There is no motivation for cultivation.
The status of blood wizards in the magic world is respected and backed by their families, so naturally there is no need to worry about anything. It can be said that most wizards are completely isolated from Muggles.
As for the wizards from the Muggle world, they only need some small tricks that are acquiesced by the Ministry of Magic to live well. Of course, this is considered to be thoughtful. Most wizards are still closed and bound by the rules of the Ministry. With.
But when the commotion came, it was undeniable that the wizard's potential did not completely die out in subtle ways. The training, everyone gave him the feeling.
Take Neville, for example. He couldn’t even use the most basic spell except your weapon before. Now Fanlin has been observing that Neville just lacks some confidence. In theory, he is more serious than anyone else, maybe just Looks like lack of luck.
This made Fanlin feel very surprised. Neville has the conditions for courage at all times, perhaps, but he did not realize that he could break through and become brave.
Compared to Fanlin's surprise, for Harry, training is also a different experience.
He had never imagined that one day, he could be like a professor and re-church what he has, or what he thought was very basic, to many people.
Is he so strong already?
Harry scratched his head, could he inflate a little?
But take a look at Fanlin, let's forget it...
"Very good!" Fanlin paused, "In fact, everyone has made obvious progress. When you first came, it was very bad. Whether you want to admit it or not, it can be said that you are just a group of people at the beginning. It's just a Muggle with some magical powers, even in front of a stronger Muggle, except for your body, the effect of magic is very small."
"But now, what do you think you have changed?"
"I think I might... become stronger..." Neville was the first to speak, and immediately everyone's eyes focused on Neville, which made Neville look a little nervous.
"I mean, I..."
"Boom!"
Suddenly the door of the Bing House opened and closed again.
Harry looked around to see who had come in, but no one was there. After a while, before he could react, everyone at the door fell silent.
Then Fanlin noticed that someone was pulling on the robe near his knee. He looked down and was surprised to find Dobby the house elf, staring at him from under the eight woolen hats he usually wears.
"Oh, hello, Dobby." Fanlin said unexpectedly, "What happened to you?"
The house elf opened his eyes wide and shivered constantly. All the members of the Defense Against the Dark Arts approached Fanlin and fell silent. Everyone looked at Dobby. The few people who successfully summoned the protector turned their protector into a silver mist and disappeared, making the whole room look darker than before.
"Master Fanlin," said the elf who was shaking from head to toe, "and Mr. Harry Potter, Dobby is here to warn you, but all the house elves are warned not to speak. Yes." He rushed his head towards the wall.
Harry had long experience with Dobby's self-punishing behavior, trying to catch him, but Dobby was only bounced back by the stone wall under the cushion of the eight hats he was wearing.
Hermione and some of the other girls screamed with fear and sympathy.
"What the happened, Dobby?" Harry gripped the elf's thin arms tightly and kept him away from everything he might use to hurt himself.
"Don't care about other people's orders, you must remember, Dobby, I am your master." Fanlin repeated helplessly, although he had a bad premonition in his heart.
"Ah, I'm getting in the way, she..." Dobby used his free hand to make a fist and hit her nose hard. Harry immediately grabbed his hand tightly.
"Who is she, Dobby?" But Harry understood right away, because there was only one "she" that could scare Dobby. The elf raised his head silently, and leaned at him slightly.
"Umbridge?" Harry asked in horror. Dobby nodded and tried to hit Harry's knee with his head, Harry stretched his arms to grab him.
"What's wrong with her, Dobby? She didn't find here, find us and find the Defense Against the Dark Arts, right?"
Fanlin got the answer from the frustrated face of the elf. Dobby's hand was firmly grasped by Harry, but he still tried to kick himself and fell to the ground.
"Is she coming here?" Harry asked breathlessly. Dobby let out a scream, then slapped his foot the floor. Harry stood up and looked at the frightened, motionless people and the elf who was whipping himself.
"What are you waiting for?" Harry yelled, "Go!" Together they rushed to the exit, vying to advance to the door, and then crowded out.
Fanlin can listen to the sound of them running hard in the corridor, and hopes that they can have judgment and don't try to successfully return to their bedroom. It's nine o'clock in ten minutes. If they take refuge in a library or an owl house, these two places are relatively close...
"Harry, hurry up!" Hermione screamed as she struggled out among the crowd. Harry picked up Dobby, who was still trying to seriously injure himself, and clamped him in his arm to the end of the line.
"Hey, listen, Dobby-this is an order-go back to the kitchen and be with the other elves. If she asks if you have come to warn me, tell her no!" said Harry, "and I forbid you to hurt yourself ."
Harry added, and put Dobby down when he passed the threshold for the last time and slammed the door behind him.
"Thank you, Harry Potter," Dobby squeaked and ran away. Harry looked around, and found that the others were moving so quickly that he could barely catch a glimpse of their rushed back before they disappeared at the ends of the corridor.
Fanlin slowly hung behind everyone and was discovered by Umbridge. This is not something worthy of surprise. It can be said that teaching in Hogwarts, then, it will be a matter of being discovered sooner or later. For the reason of coming one day early and one day late, in fact, Fanlin should be thankful that Duobi came quickly enough and did not block all of them in the responsive house.
Fanlin wasn't sure if Umbridge had the ability to break through the responsive house, of course, provided that he did not interfere.
Now that Fanlin is eager to leave here, it doesn't make much sense at Hogwarts. It can be said that it has been a waste of time to stay here. As far as the members are concerned, being discovered is definitely a disaster.
He followed Harry and started to run to the right. There was a male bathroom in front of him. If the two of them had time to get there, they could pretend that they had been there. At least, this was Harry’s idea, but ...
"Aha" something suddenly caught Harry's ankle, causing him to fall heavily to the ground, and slid forward six feet before stopping.
Someone was laughing behind him. He turned around and saw Malfoy hiding in the alcove behind an ugly dragon vase.
"Unlucky guy who tripped, Potter," Malfoy said, "Ha, professor-professor! I caught one, oh no, there is a windfall!"
Malfoy turned around arrogantly, Fanlin just came out of the corner and retreated without even coming.
Umbridge hurriedly ran from the far corner panting, with a satisfied smile on his face. "It's him!" she said excitedly as soon as she saw Harry on the ground, "you are amazing, Malfoy! Great! Oh, well done, Slytherin plus fifty points! I want to take them both Take it away, stand up, Potter!"
Harry stood up and looked at the two men in front of him.
In fact, Fanlin has never seen Umbridge so happy. It may be counted when Sybil was expelled, but because Dumbledore was there, the effect was not very good, but he and Harry were caught. It's completely different. Everyone knows that Harry belongs to Dumbledore's school, and Fanlin is even more so. It can be said that this is the most valuable thing Umbridge can harvest in the school.
However, Umbridge's presence here still made Fanlin feel a little relieved, at least there would be no situation on Hermione's side.
She wickedly grabbed them by the arms and turned to Malfoy with a big smile.
"You can see if you can catch other people around here, Draco," Umbridge said. "Send others to look at the library and see if there are anyone who is out of breath. Check the bathroom by the way. Miss Parkinson’s bathroom will be checked by Miss Parkinson—you can leave—and you two," she said in her sweetest and most dangerous tone after Malfoy had left. "Potter , Al, go to the principal's office with me."
"So, do you already plan to do it?" Fanlin looked at Umbridge and said.
"I think you will like it, don't you?" Umbridge gave a weird smile, like it was squeezed out of his throat.
They were in front of the stone monster in a few minutes.
Harry wondered how many more he was caught along the way. He thought that Mrs. Ron-Wesley would definitely kill him, and also thought that Hermione would feel like she would be dropped out of school before she participated in the average wizard check. And this is Seamus's first time to participate in this party, and Neville has been doing very well in the past.
"The hissing cockroach candy!" Umbridge sang, the stone monster jumped aside, and the wall behind it suddenly cracked, revealing a stone staircase. They climbed up the stone ladder and came to the rub. In front of the bright door. There was a griffin-shaped knocker on the door, but Umbridge didn't care if there was a knock on the door, she held Harry and Fanlin tightly and rushed in.
The entire office was crammed with people. Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, his slender fingers close together, his expression very peaceful. Professor McGonagall stood rigidly beside him, his expression extremely nervous.
Minister of Magic Fudge was walking on tiptoes in front of the fire, obviously very satisfied with the situation. Kingsley and a man who had not seen Fanlin before, with serious expressions and hard and short hair, stood on both sides of the door like guards; and Percy Weasley, who had freckles on his face and glasses He was walking around the wall in excitement, holding a quill and a large roll of parchment in his hand, obviously ready to make notes.
The portraits of past principals on the wall did not pretend to be dozing off tonight, but were all alert and serious observing what happened.
When Fanlin and Harry came in, some of the characters in the portraits quickly moved to the neighboring frames, whispering anxiously with their neighbors. When the door behind them closed, Harry tried very hard to break free of Wembrich's hand.
Fudge stared at them with wicked satisfaction on his face, "Okay," he said, "Okay, okay, okay."
Ha responded with the most contemptuous vision he could. His heart was beating in his chest angrily, but his thoughts were unusually calm and clear.
Fudge's food is really ugly.
Fanlin thought a little badly, or that Fudge already thought he was in control of the situation?
Fanlin moved his neck gently to relieve the stiffness.
He raised his head to look at Dumbledore, but he couldn't see any luck on the principal's face. Perhaps for Dumbledore, this was probably just a joke.
The signs of Voldemort's activities became more and more obvious, and the Ministry of Magic was obviously unable to bear it.
"They are going back to Griffindota," Umbridge said. There was a vile excitement in her voice, as cold and ruthless as Harry heard her in the pleasant tone of seeing Professor Trauni disappear tragically on the porch.
"Malfoy's son trapped him, while the other was blocked by me."
"Really? Really?" Fudge said appreciatively. "I have to remember to tell Lucius about this. Well, Potter, I think you should know why you are here?"
Harry was already prepared to answer "yes" provocatively. When he looked at Dumbledore, his mouth was already open, and the word almost came out. Dumbledore didn't look directly at Harry—his gaze was fixed a little behind Harry's shoulder—but when Harry stared at him, his head swayed slightly by an inch.
Harry immediately changed his words halfway. "Oh-I don't know."
"You say it again?" Fudge asked.
"I don't know." Harry answered firmly.
"You "really" don't know why you are here now?"
"No, I don't know." Harry said. Fudge looked at Harry and Wembridge suspiciously. Harry glanced at Dumbledore secretly while he was not paying attention. Dumbledore nodded slightly against the carpet and winked quietly.
"So you don't know" Fudge said in an obvious but ironic tone, "Why are you brought here by Professor Wembley? Do you know if you violated any of the school rules?"
"Violation of school rules?" Fanlin said, "Of course not. The curfew was not in time, and nothing unpleasant happened. In other words, Hogwarts can no longer travel at will, dear Minister Fudge?"
"Don't argue, I just need you to answer yes or no!" Fudge said condescendingly.
"But, I think, this is not Wissengamer, or the International Wizarding Trial. I think anyone, even a Muggle, has the right to argue, Mr. Minister." Fanlin broke free from Umbridge. Palm of the hand.
"I'm the Minister of Magic!" Fudge said with staring eyes. "Don't think you can get things done or cover up for others. No one can justify you, I promise."
"Sorry, Mr. Minister, for the unprovoked grievance or, in other words, wanting to commit a crime? I don't think you can do it."
"I'm asking you questions, you should maintain at least respect. Now, I ask you, are you sure you did not violate the school rules?"
"Of course, sir." Fanlin said.
"Or the decree of the Ministry of Magic?" Fudge corrected angrily.
"I don't think so." Harry also took it gently. His heart is still beating fast. Saying these lies shows that it is worthwhile to see that Fudge's blood pressure rises, but he still doesn't know how he and Fanlin could get away with it. If someone were to inform Umbridge about Defence Against the Dark Arts, then he and Fanlin, the leaders, should pack their luggage and leave Hogwarts.
"So, this is new news for you? Isn't it?" Fudge's voice became slurred because of anger. "Do you know that an illegal student club has been seized in the school?"
"Oh, really!" An incredibly surprised expression appeared on Fanlin's innocent face. "I'm sorry, Minister, I am not sure..."
"Don't pretend to be a fool, Al! Minister, I think..." Umbridge said in a silky voice beside them, "If I were to bring the informer, the inquiry might be easier."
"Yes, yes, that's right." Fudge said while nodding, and gave Dumbledore a malicious glance when Umbridge left the room.
"He doesn't look like a good wizard at all, does he?"
"That's not necessarily true, Fudge." Dumbledore tilted his head and said solemnly. During those few minutes of waiting, no one looked at anyone. Then Fanlin heard that the door behind him opened, and Umbridge grabbed Qiu’s curly-haired friend Marida and quickly passed by him. And Marida is now burying her face in her hands.
"Really!" Fanlin shook his head silently. Through the contract, Fanlin knew that someone had rebelled. But cursing or something is naturally a punishment. However, under the effect of Veritaserum, even Dumbledore, There is no way to avoid revealing the secret.
"Don't be afraid, my dear, don't be scared," Umbridge said softly, and patted Marida on the back. "It's okay. What you did is right. The minister is very satisfied with your performance. He Will tell your mother what a good girl you are."
"Marida's mother, Minister" she added, looking at Fudge inquiringly, "It's Ms. Eblon from the Magic Transportation Department, Fireplace Network Office. She assisted us in monitoring the fireplace at Hogwarts. You know her. "
"Great, great" Fudge said happily. "A mother must have a daughter, right? Well, honey, come here, don't be shy, let us listen to what you have to tell us-"
Just as Marida lifted her face, Fudge was so frightened that he bounced back and almost fell into the fireplace. He cursed as he stepped on the flame that was starting to smoke beside the cloak.
Marida wailed and pulled the neckline of her robe from her neck to under her eyes, but before that, everyone had seen her terrifying appearance, and her nose and cheeks were covered with a long string of dense Dense purple pustules, and formed the three words "informer".
The corners of his eyes were a little open, and the bloodshot eyes appeared extremely clear.
Harry glanced at Fanlin with some horror, but thinking of the words on Marida's face, Harry turned his head quickly.
The necessary disciplinary measures are still necessary, right?
"Don't mind those spots now, dear" Umbridge said impatiently, "take your robe off your face, and tell the minister about this."
But Marida just screamed again and shook her head frantically.
"Oh, good, you stupid girl! Then, "I" will tell him." Umbridge snapped. She raised her sick smile and said, "Well, Minister, Miss Marida came to my office shortly after dinner tonight and said she had something to tell me. She said that if I go to a secret room on the seventh floor tonight ─A secret room called the House of Needs─I will find something beneficial to me. I asked her for further details, and she admitted that there was a certain type of gathering there. But unfortunately, this time the curse." She pointed to Marida's concealed face impatiently, "It's starting to take effect. When this girl caught her face in my mirror, she was so painful that she couldn't tell me more."
Take the initiative? Fanlin looked at Marida in disbelief. They didn't seem to have done anything to Marida, but...
"Okay, now" Fudge said, looking at Marida with a kind of son he considered to be kind and kind. "My dear, it's brave to report this to Professor Umbridge. You did it right. . Can you tell me now, what happened at that party? What is its purpose? Who were there?"
But Marida didn't speak, she just shook her head again and opened her eyes full of fear.
"Did we get an ominous bargaining chip?" Fudge made a gesture to Marida's face, and asked impatiently, "Can she speak freely?"
"I don't know." Umbridge admitted reluctantly. At this time, Harry was full of pride in Fanlin's curse ability. "But it doesn't matter if she doesn't tell me. I can learn the truth from here. Minister, do you remember that I mentioned in my report to you last October that Fanlin El was secretly at the Pig Head Bar with many students meet"
"What evidence do you have about this?" Professor McGonagall interrupted. "I have the testimony of the person involved. He was in the pig's head bar at the time. Although he was covered with bandages, his eyesight was not damaged at all. It is okay to use isolation magic to prevent others from eavesdropping. Things, but, this can't trouble the staff of the Ministry of Magic, lip whispers!"
Umbridge said complacently, "He read every word they said, and immediately rushed to school to report me."
"Oh, that's why he was not reported to sell the restrooms that will return," Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows and said, "The interior of our judicial system is really intriguing!"
"Bride openly!" shouted a fat red-nosed wizard on the wall painting behind Dumbledore. "At my time, the Ministry of Magic had never reduced any criminal behavior at all, never!"
"Thank you, Fordkes, that will decrease." Dumbledore said gently.
"The purpose of Potter's meeting with his classmates is," Wembrich continued, "to persuade them to join an illegal club. The purpose of this club is to learn from the Ministry of Magic's ruling that they were too young at school. Magic and spells not suitable for learning."
"I think you will find that you said something wrong, Dorothy!" Dumbledore stared at her through his old half-moon glasses from his curved nose.
Harry watched Dumbledore. He didn't know how Dumbledore was going to persuade Fudge not to punish him. If Umbridge said it was true, someone really read their conversation with lips in the pig's head bar... Then they can't escape the trigger.
Fanlin frowned slightly, the penetration of the Ministry of Magic was worse than he thought, or it was a coincidence.
There are so many coincidences in the world.
"Oh!" Fudge started walking up and down like a ball on his feet. "Yes, let's listen to the latest version of nonsense that wants to save Potter from trouble. Go ahead, Deng It’s not good, let’s go on, is Willie lying? Is it? Or Potter and Al happened to each have an identical twin brother who appeared at the Pig’s Head that day? Or just use the most common explanation, because time can go back. , So a dead person is resurrected, or is there a pair of invisible dementors?"
Percy Weasley laughed sincerely.
"Oh, that's great, Minister, what a great point!"
Harry really wanted to kick him, but he was surprised to find that Dumbledore was also smiling gently.
"Connelly, I don’t deny it, and I’m not sure at the same time, whether they were really at the Pig’s Head Bar that day and recruited students to join the Defense Against the Dark Arts group. I just want to point out that Dorothy accused the party at that time It’s illegal. It’s a big mistake. If you remember, the Ministry of Magic’s ordinance prohibiting all student gatherings was issued two days after they ended their gatherings in Hogmard. Therefore, they There was no violation of any rules at the Pig Head Bar."
Percy looked like he had been punched hard in the face, and Fudge stayed there and opened his mouth wide.
Umbridge was the first to recover. "Principal, you are right," she smiled sweetly. "But now Educational Decree No. 24 has been promulgated for nearly six months, if the first gathering is not illegal Yes, then their recent gatherings are obviously illegal!"
"Well," Dumbledore looked at her politely on his closed fingers, "If they really continue to gather after the law comes into effect, then it must be illegal, but you have any of them still after that. Is there any evidence to continue the assembly?"
While Dumbledore was speaking, Harry heard a rustle behind him, and it was clearly Armando's muttering. He could swear, he felt something gently brushing his side, like a gust of air or a bird's wings, he looked down, but there was nothing there.
"Fox?" Fanlin was a little uncertain, but apparently, Dumbledore had just passed by Fox and Dumbledore was prepared.
"Evidence?" Umbridge repeated this sentence with a scary toady smile. "Didn't you just listen, Dumbledore? Then why do you think Miss Marida is here?"
"Oh, then can she tell us that there are any worthwhile gatherings in these six months?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "I think she only reported that there was a gathering tonight?"
"Miss Marida" Wembrich said, "My dear, tell us again, how long will this party last? You can just nod or shake your head, I'm pretty sure it won't worsen the spots on your face. In the last six months, have such gatherings been held regularly?"
Harry felt his stomach sink like a lead. This will be an ironclad proof that even Dumbledore cannot justify.
"My dear, just nod or shake your head" Umbridge gently abducted Marida, "Hurry up, this won't make the curse work again."
Fanlin raised his head and glanced, only he knew the efficacy of this curse, and he would be severely punished if he revealed information in various ways.
Everyone in the room stared at Marida's face, but between the raised robe and her curly hair, only her eyes could be seen. Perhaps because of the fire, her eyes looked strangely blank.
Then Harry cried out in surprise, because Marida shook her head. Umbridge glanced at Fudge quickly, and then at Marida.
"Imperial Curse?" Fanlin turned his head and looked at Dumbledore. Dumbledore's deep eyes were like a whirlpool, which held Mary Da firmly, but...
Fox is the medium?
Fanlin suddenly realized that everything in this office could be Dumbledore's help, whether it was the whisper of Principal Armando or the skipping of Fox at his hand.
This is Dumbledore, he can change anyone's wishes forcibly at any time...
"I don't think you understand my question, do you? Honey? What I am asking is in the past six months, have you engaged in parties like tonight? Yes?"
Marida shook her head again.
"What do you mean by shaking your head? Honey?" Umbridge asked in a grumpy tone.
"I think her meaning is clear," Professor McGonagall said solemnly. "There have been no secret gatherings in the past six months, right, Miss Marida?"
Marida nodded dumbly.
"But there is indeed a meeting tonight!" Umbridge said angrily, "Miss Marida, you told me there was a meeting in the House of Need! And the two people in front of you are the initiators, aren't they? ?Why do you keep shaking your head when they organize such a party~EbookFREE.me~Little girl?"
"Well, usually when a person is shaking his head," Professor McGonagall said coldly, "They mean "no" unless Miss Marida uses a signal that humans cannot decipher now."
Umbridge grabbed Marida hard, pulled her back to face her, and shook her hard. At that time, Dumbledore stood up and raised his wand. Fanlin noticed that Armando’s portrait seemed to have moved a step forward, while Umbridge jumped back away from Marida and forced in the air. Desperately shook her hands as if they were being burned by something.
"Doroth, I don't allow you to treat my students so rough!" Dumbledore looked angry for the first time.
"You need to calm down, Ms. Umbridge." Dumbledore said in his low, slow voice. "You don't want to trouble yourself now, do you?"
"No," Umbridge said breathlessly, and she squinted at Dumbledore, who was standing tall and tall. "I mean, Albus was right to you. I just lost control. !"
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