Vol 2 Chapter 989: Veritaserum

Please drink tea by yourself?
Could it be that Umbridge had a problem with his brain, or something went wrong with Fanlin's way of opening the door.
There is an error in the opening method?
I just taught Malfoy with a curse, and then Umbridge sat here to invite myself to drink tea?
It's hard to say, it was Dumbledore's resistance that made them panic? Then come and make up?
Almost instantly, Fanlin eliminated this unrealistic idea from his head.
Not to mention whether they are willing or not, just look at the Order of the Phoenix. If Fudge does not step down, there is no room for negotiation.
She will not poison her tea, will she?
Almost instantly, this idea flashed through Fanlin's mind. In his opinion, this possibility was the most likely.
"Very well, now, Mr. Al. I think we should talk about it after the painful incident of last night."
Fanlin didn't say anything, but looked at Umbridge with interest.
"Sorry, Professor, I thought you were doing what you did just now." Fanlin said.
"What happened just now?"
"Yes, just now, I was still sighing Professor Umbridge's control of Hogwarts. This does not seem to be rumored. In fact, you have already been admitted, have you not?" Fanlin said lightly. , Ignored Umbridge’s darkened face.
"And just now, some foxes and pretenders disrupted the order of Hogwarts without your order. This had to make me stop them, and speaking of it, I also have part of the responsibility." Fanlin said, " In fact, I should give them the right guidance."
The scene was very embarrassing for a while, but since the skin was torn, there was no need to pretend to be so.
Umbridge was sitting in her seat like this, while Fanlin held a pink tea cup in his hand.
It seems that these tea cups are of high value, with nice patterns.
After a few minutes of silence, Fanlin did not continue to stimulate Umbridge, and Umbridge's eyes fell on the teacup in Fanlin's hands from time to time.
She suddenly said, "You are not drinking!"
"Oh?" Valindo glanced at Umbridge. There must be something in this cup. He raised the cup to his lips and suddenly put it down. Behind Umbridge, the blue eyes in a portrait of a kitten are like Moody's eyes with only magic.
Crazy Eye Moody once told everyone not to drink anything given by the enemy.
There is no doubt that since Umbridge cares so much...
Fanlin put the teacup in his hand again, seeming to want to see something.
The British love tea very much. Naturally, Fanlin is no stranger to tea. This seems to be nothing unusual. Of course, many potions mixed in tea will not produce any abnormalities. For example, colorless. Tasteless Veritaserum?
"What's wrong?" Umbridge said somewhat innocently, still looking at him. "Do you want sugar?"
"No," Fanlin said. "No, I think the original tea is better."
He held the cup to his lips again and pretended to be sipping, although he closed his mouth tightly, the hands hidden in the sleeves turned slightly, controlling the disappearance of a big mouthful of tea with the Vanishing Curse.
"Alright, no matter what... the taste is still ok!"
This made Umbridge's smile bigger.
This made Fanlin more certain of his reaction. This woman really did not surprise him. To be precise, Umbridge's performance had never disappointed them.
This is simply a godsend opportunity, or, because of Umbridge's character, he can teach her a good meal before leaving?
"Okay," she whispered. "Very good. Now." She turned slightly.
"So, during the Christmas holidays, where did you, Harry Potter and Dumbledore go?"
Is this a temptation?
Fanlin thought to some surprise, he thought Umbridge would directly ask his headmaster whereabouts, which is probably the most concerned issue of the Ministry of Magic right now.
Fudge is a life-saving person. He can tell from the elite Aurors who have at least two Ministry of Magic with him. You know, the Auror department has always been very cold to Fudge, whether it is Batty Crouch. At that time, it was Scrimgeour now.
Both of these people are from the main battle group.
"I went back to the professor in London. Together with Hermione, Mr. Granger invited us to ski. As for the others, I'm sorry, Professor. Teaching is not that difficult for me."
Fanlin answered honestly that even his eyes were dull, but his expression hadn't been completely lost. He knew what the state of Veritaserum should die, and through Occlumency, Fanlin could perfectly control his emotions.
"Are you home?" Umbridge was obviously dissatisfied with the answer. "So, what about Potter, and Dumbledore?"
"It's probably going to see Sirius, Professor, you know, Sirius is Harry's godfather."
"So you just get together and leave?" Umbridge asked.
This reason is really terrible, anyone can hear it is not a reason at all, even coincidence can not be explained, but Umbridge had to believe that this is in the case of Veritaserum.
"Very well, I think, let's take a sip and continue." Umbridge said, the corners of Fanlin's mouth twitched a little.
Veritaserum is worse than Imperius. It is a potion, and it cannot be without side effects. Taking too much Veritaserum can cause dementia, and it is irreversible.
Umbridge didn't care about anything else, she only wanted the information she wanted.
Fanlin took another sip as he did.
"Very well, then... Where is Albus Dumbledore?" Umbridge asked.
"I don't know," Fanlin said, shaking his head slightly.
"So, where did he go during the time Sirius disappeared?"
"disappear?"
"Just after resigning from the Ministry of Magic," Umbridge said.
"Oh, maybe it's a vacation. You know Sirius has been in Azkaban for a long time. He always complains to Harry. I think he should stay in a beautiful place."
"Drink it, drink it, drink it up, Mr. Al!" she said, still smiling. "Now, Mr. Al, we don’t play naive games. I know you already know where he went. You and Dumbledore were together at the beginning. You have to consider your position, Mr. Al."
"position?"
"What good is it for you to fight the Ministry of Magic all the time? You have to know that you were the honor of the Ministry before, even better than Porter's reputation. In the World Championships, moreover, you still..."
"I didn't work against the Ministry of Magic, Professor, and, I think, the Ministry of Magic is on the wrong path."
"Do you really think so? It's hard to think that the Ministry of Magic doesn't understand your nasty things?" Umbridge said angrily. "I'm asking you again, where did Sirius go?"
"I don't know where he is," Fanlin repeated. He pretended to drink again but the tea in the glass was gone.
Umbridge was looking at him very closely.
"Very good," she said, although she seemed unhappy. "If in that situation, you will tell me the whereabouts of Sirius Black soon."
"In that case?" Fanlin said amusedly, "I don't know, Professor." His attitude was very sincere.
"Mr. Al," Umbridge said, "Let me remind you that I almost caught him in the Gryffindor stove in October. I fully knew it was here to meet you and Potter, he I met you. If I have proof, then you will not be free today. I promise you. I repeat, Mr. Potter. Where is Sirius Black?"
"Not sure," Fanlin said loudly, also pretending to be angry. "No clue."
They stared at each other for so long, Fanlin felt his eyes seemed to be wet. Then Umbridge stood up. "Very good, Al, I will remember what you said, but I want to warn you: The Ministry of Magic is mine. This school is being monitored. A Floo fan network adjuster is in each of Hogwarts Watch in the stove—except for myself, of course. My prosecutor will open and read every letter that all the owls bring into or out of the castle. Also, Mr. Filch is also observing all the secret passages. "
"Oh, of course, that's what you have always done, Professor Umbridge." Fanlin said.
"Also, I have to remind you," Umbridge said angrily. "You and Harry Potter once formed an illegal student organization in the school. You recruited students to join this organization at the Pig Head Bar. "
Fanlin narrowed his eyes, and it was not surprising that Umbridge knew this information. There are many people in the pig's head bar, and anyone can tell the truth.
"You have repeated this matter." Fanlin said truthfully, "When we were in the principal's office, we did set up such an organization."
Hearing Fanlin's words, Umbridge showed a slightly satisfied expression on his face, although the answer to this question was there.
"We did have this plan!" Fanlin continued without waiting for her to speak, "but this was not illegal at the time. After the Ministry of Magic's decree to ban all student associations was implemented, we terminated the organization and no more Continue activities."
"Really?" Umbridge looked at him suspiciously.
"Yes," Fanlin said, "but then everyone felt that the Defence Against the Dark Arts class was too bad, and we couldn't learn anything. We were about to face an ordinary wizard rank test, one who hadn't even used a wand It’s impossible for the students to pass the ordinary wizard rank exam, so we have to practice privately.
"Then what's the matter with your names?"
"Short for Defense Against the Dark Arts," Fanlin said truthfully, "so we all think that Dumbledore was wronged."
"you are lying!"
"I didn't!" Fan Lin pretended to be aggrieved.
"Professor, what do you want to know?" Fanlin looked at her and emphasized, "I'm telling the truth."
"I want to know what is the relationship between Black and the Death Eater who escaped?" The smile on Umbridge's face disappeared, leaving only a cold face.
Umbridge leaned his body in Fanlin's direction, and the ugly toad stared at Fanlin.
This is a very terrifying action, at least in Fanlin's eyes, a toad face that is constantly enlarged?
But Fanlin still finds it ridiculous, an article in the Daily Prophet?
So far, the article about Sirius helping the Death Eaters escape from prison is still a laughing stock of the Daily Prophet.
There is no evidence that Sirius Black helped the Death Eaters escape from prison. The only connection was probably the useless blood relationship between the nobles. Everyone knew what was going on.
And now, they still didn't give up the idea of ​​pushing the pot, they wanted to use Veritaserum to get some evidence from Fanlin to prove that Sirius helped the Death Eaters escape from prison.
Fudge and Umbridge’s heads were absolutely flooded. Even with so much evidence, they were still unwilling to believe the fact that Voldemort had returned from the resurrection. Instead, they were suspicious of Sirius, or, to be more precise, suspicious of Dumbledore.
They were afraid of Voldemort. Fudge was always in this attitude from beginning to end, and he never dared to face an opponent that he could not handle.
The look of Dumbledore's good old man paralyzed the Ministry so much that after Dumbledore resisted, they couldn't wait to attack the people around Dumbledore.
"As far as I know, they don't seem to be in contact." Fanlin replied truthfully. "Sirius has always resisted the Death Eaters. They are enemies. If you follow Dumbledore's opinion, replace the Dementors. Zkaban will not have a large-scale prison escape. There is no doubt that Voldemort is more in line with..."
"Don't mention that name, and don't deny the fact that it has happened. According to the Ministry of Magic, it is illegal at Hogwarts." Umbridge stood up and shouted, but then she sat down again. .
She seemed to realize that Fanlin had just taken a large amount of Veritaserum, and it was impossible to tell lies.
This made her mouth smile again.
"It seems that you are not as important as I thought, Mr. Al, they didn't tell you all the important things, did they?! Okay, let's change the topic. What is the relationship between you and Nicoléma? "
"Teacher and student, professor." Fanlin replied, "I am a closed disciple of Nicholas Lemay, and the teacher said that I will represent him in the International Alchemy Conference in a while."
"So, Nicole May has completely lost his power?" Umbridge asked with interest.
"No~EbookFREE.me~ Fanlin shook his head and said, "Mr. Nicholas Lemay is the greatest alchemist in centuries. He has some ways to extend his life. Moreover, my study has not yet been completed. In the end, the teacher can't let me study without a clue..."
Umbridge frowned.
"So, Nicole May can't die in a short time?"
"Oh, it's not..." Fanlin changed his mind and said, "Mr. Nicholas Lemay didn't leave him much elixir. In the words of the teacher, he will spend a few years to explain some. After all, the aftermath is an accumulation of more than 600 years, and the teacher still has a lot to deal with."
"Handle, what to do?"
"Some alchemy products." Fanlin thought a little bit.
"Alchemy products? So..." Umbridge asked, "Did Nicolaema leave Dumbledore..."
"Oh, of course, they are good friends. The silverware in the principal's office is one of them, and now, Professor Nicholas Lemay is still helping Principal Dumbledore refine..."