My Understanding Is Incredible, I Built A Floating City In Hogwarts

Minister Fudge's scolding continued for a full ten minutes before he finally stopped his mad barrage of fire.

It was not because he was tired, but because Umbridge, whom he trusted most, suddenly brought him unexpected news through the fireplace.

"Minister, I'm sure we have evidence that Harry Potter has formed an army." Umbridge's voice came through the green flames.

"Are you sure you have caught the evidence that Harry Potter formed an army?"

Looking at the head in the green flames, Minister Fudge's eyes widened. He suppressed his inner excitement and asked eagerly: "Are you sure? Do you have conclusive witness and physical evidence?"

"I'm sure, Minister." Umbridge said with certainty again, "We have sufficient evidence to prove that Harry Potter is forming the so-called 'Dumbledore's Army. This is our last chance to make a comeback. You must come here as soon as possible!"

Secretary Fudge was silent for a moment.

He was thinking about how he would end up if he went and found out that it was all false.

However, when he thought that this was his last chance, he suddenly calmed down.

If he goes and finds out it's fake, he really doesn't know how it will end.

Fudge suddenly calmed down.

He knows that he will surely step down after this impeachment.

In this case, why not take a gamble? Maybe there will be a glimmer of hope.

Once the conclusive evidence of Dumbledore's army is found, Fudge can launch a fierce counterattack and completely fail the second impeachment.

Thinking of this, a fierce light flashed in Fudge's eyes, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

Of course he knew that doing so might give the mysterious man more opportunities, but he no longer cared.

In his mind, his ministerial position is the most important.

Everything else can be a stepping stone for him to climb to the peak of power.

"Percy, Deluxe!" Fudge shouted, "Call a few Aurors immediately and come with me to Hogwarts! This is our last chance. We must seize it!"

Wizards from the Special Investigation Operations Group gathered at the door of Umbridge's office one after another. They got the news that they had been summoned and came to report one after another.

However, after waiting for a long time, the door of Umbridge's office was still closed tightly, and there was no movement.

Gabrielle leaned against the cold wall quietly, her eyes lowered, her long curled eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she was thinking about something. Pansy was next to her, but she no longer dared to touch her head like before and treated her like a child.

Pansy's view of Gabrielle had changed dramatically since that party in Umbridge's office before Christmas.

A few days ago, she accidentally caught a glimpse of Gabrielle sitting expressionlessly in front of the makeup mirror, suddenly showing a sweet smile. She kept practicing, trying to look innocent and cute in the sweetest way, and then started again Putting on an innocent expression, that kind of innocent, confused, yet just enough cute look, Fanshi always felt like he had seen it on someone's face.

In short, from that moment on, Pansy's image of Gabrielle as a little girl suddenly collapsed, and she realized that the Gabrielle in front of her was not the innocent and ignorant person she imagined.

Some time ago, Gabrielle complained to the members of the Special Investigations Team that the Gryffindor Quidditch players didn't like her, and even encouraged them to attack the Gryffindors. Looking back now, this was probably her intention, just to make Levin's team easily win the next game.

Seemingly noticing Pansy's gaze, Gabrielle slowly raised her head and gave her an equally sweet smile.

But then, she frowned and tapped the ground impatiently with her leather boots: "Pansy, I'm a little tired of standing.

Pansy was stunned for a moment, then stood up simply: "I'll go ask."

She walked to Umbridge's office door, stretched out her hand and was about to knock on the door, but suddenly she heard the sound of Umbridge talking to a boy from inside the door.

She curiously leaned her ears closer, trying to hear more clearly, but the sound stopped abruptly.

She hesitated and knocked on the door three times. Just after the third knock on the door, a faint light suddenly burst out from the crack in the door, as if the space was broken.

Pansy was startled and took a few steps back. Then, Umbridge's voice came from the room: "Please wait for me for a while."

After a long time, the heavy wooden door of the office slowly opened.

Umbridge pulled the dazed Colin Creevey with one hand and Euan Abercrombie by the collar with the other, and slowly walked out.

The expression on her face was no longer the complacent one before, but was filled with clouds, and she looked worried.

"Argus,"

Umbridge said seriously to Argus Filch, "Please lead everyone to seal all the entrances and exits on the eighth floor of the castle tightly. Don't let a fly out."

After saying that, she handed Colin and Euan in her hands to Crabbe and Goyle, and ordered: "Watch them, my boys, if they run away, I will take care of you.

Umbridge turned to Ronald again, grabbed him, and pushed him to Pansy's side - at this time, his confused look was exactly the same as that of Colin and Euan, as if his soul had left.

"Miss Parkinson, please take good care of Mr. Weasley.

Then, Umbridge left the office with her head held high. When she walked to the door, she turned back and gave Filch a stern look, not realizing that he was looking at everyone.

Filch nodded knowingly, indicating that he understood what she meant.

Pansy noticed the eye contact between Umbridge and Filch, and her heart moved: she understood that Umbridge wanted Filch to spy on them, members of the Special Investigation Team.

"She seems to understand that we intend to let Harry go," Pansy thought to herself, "It seems that Potter is doomed this time, but that's fine, even if Levin finds out, he can't blame us.

Thinking of this, she even felt a little gloating.

In any case, she and Malfoy were always at odds with Harry's gang.

If it hadn't been for Levin, she would have gotten into trouble long ago.

At the same time, in front of the principal's office, Umbridge was saying rhythmically: "Sizzling bees."

This is the secret password to the principal's office.

The stone monster jumped aside upon hearing this, and the wall behind it split in half, revealing a passage leading to a stone staircase. Umbridge stepped onto the moving stone stairs and walked towards the bright door in ten turns.

The door was inlaid with a griffin door knocker, which stared at Umbridge with a pair of copper bell-like eyes. But Umbridge didn't seem to intend to knock on the door. She walked straight to the door, took a deep breath, and then pushed the door open.

There was a creaking sound from inside the door, as if to protest her unreasonable intrusion. However, Umbridge didn't care and strode in.

The office was crowded and the atmosphere was so tense that it was almost suffocating.

Dumbledore sat quietly behind the table, his slender fingertips touching each other lightly, like a peaceful statue. Professor McGonagall stood beside him, his back straight, and the expression on his face revealed deep concern.

Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge stood by the fire, his figure distorted in the jumping flames. He rocked his body back and forth excitedly, obviously very satisfied with the current situation. Rufus Scrimgeour and several wizards in Auror uniforms stood on both sides of the door like guards, their eyes sharp and always vigilant.

A TV station staff controlled the secret eye, and the magic eye lens captured every subtle movement and expression of everyone present and filmed what happened next at any time.

Percy Weasley was pacing the wall anxiously. There were freckles on his face, and his eyes were shining behind his glasses. He was holding a quill and a thick roll of parchment in his hand, as if he was ready to make 750 written records according to Fudge at any time.

"I have sent people to surround the entire eighth floor." Umbridge's voice sounded in the office, with an inappropriate excitement in his tone.

"Well done, Umbridge." Fudge nodded appreciatively, then turned to the old man next to him, "Well, Dumbledore, we found an illegal student organization in this school called D.A., which is Dumbledore's Army. You Can you explain what's going on?"

There was a surprised expression on Dumbledore's face, and his eyes widened, as if he didn't know anything about the name.

"Dumbledore's Army?" he repeated, and then shook his head, "I have no idea about this... You know, Mr. Minister, I have been my deputy headmaster at Hogwarts during this time, that is, Ms. Dolores is in charge. If such an organization exists, I deeply regret it."

Seeing Dumbledore pushing back and forth, as if it was nothing to do with him, Umbridge didn't take it seriously. After all, she had evidence in her hand, and no matter how much the other party refused to admit it, she would still have to bow before the evidence.

She whispered beside Fudge: "Minister, I think if we go directly to the scene, we may make faster progress."

"Yes, yes, go ahead." Fudge nodded, his little eyes flashing with evil intentions.

He motioned for Umbridge to lead the way, while giving Dumbledore a sideways glance, "Nothing can compare to seeing it with your own eyes, right, Dumbledore?"

He deliberately emphasized the words "saw with my own eyes" as if to imply something.

Then, he raised his chin and pointed at Fawkes beside Dumbledore, "Also, please bring your bird.

Fudge's tone made Dumbledore frown slightly, but he didn't say anything more. He just lightly patted Fawkes' wings to signal him to follow.

Then, he stood up and followed Umbridge and Fudge out the door, followed closely by the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic. .