People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Dumbledore's half-moon glasses hung askew on his nose, and he was looking at Umbridge through the lenses.

"Do you need me to provide a confession?"

Fudge looked at him in surprise and said slowly, "What confession?"

Professor McGonagall interrupted them anxiously, "No confession is needed, Dumbledore did nothing wrong.

"No, Minerva." Dumbledore maintained an elegant and comfortable posture, still smiling, "It was the headmaster's fault for not stopping the students from holding the assembly in time."

Umbridge raised her chin proudly, as if she had achieved some great victory.

"It is indeed your responsibility, Dumbledore."

Fudge suddenly flashed an expression of awakening and jumped back.

"It's you! You organized it!"

"I organized it," said Dumbledore cheerfully. "I just wanted to see who would be willing to cooperate with me. Now let's see -"

"It was a mistake to invite Miss Edgemore."

Fudge clapped his hands and laughed, "You are conspiring against me!"

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, admitting it frankly.

"No..." Harry shouted quickly.

Kingsley gave Avro a quick look, and Avro put her hand over his mouth.

"Very good, very good!" Fudge happily turned around twice, pointed at the official from the Ministry of Magic and shouted excitedly, "Write it down! Send the record to the Daily Prophet by the fastest owl!"

When the clerk got the news, he quickly glanced at Kingsley and Percy, and only ran out of the room after getting their approval.

However, none of this was seen by Fudge and Umbridge.

They were so happy that they seemed to have lost their minds.

"Dumbledore, you will be prosecuted and sent to Azkaban!"

Snape couldn't help but complain in his heart, who could be imprisoned in Azkaban now?

"Yes." Dumbledore turned to Fudge apologetically, "We have encountered a little difficulty."

Fudge stared at Dumbledore with a silly look on his face. "I don't see any difficulty?"

"I don't want to go to Azkaban, nor do I want to waste time escaping," Dumbledore said softly.

A silver light flashed in the middle of the house, and with a loud bang, the ceiling shook violently.

Afro was grabbed by the collar by a hand and pushed to the ground, and then a broad and warm body pressed on her back.

It's Percy.

Harry was also pushed to the ground as Fawkes screamed, but unfortunately it was the back of his head that hit the ground first.

He struggled to sit up and saw Snape curled up beside him.

The two looked at each other, and no one spoke.

"Where are the people?" Fuli yelled, coughing in the dust.

"I didn't see it, Minister!" Several weak voices came from all around the room.

The dust gradually cleared, revealing the ruined office. The place where Dumbledore had been standing just now was now empty.

"He can't Apparate! The school can't do that!" Umbridge screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Stairs!" Fudge rushed over and slammed the door open.

But Dumbledore had already disappeared.

Overnight, notices announcing Umbridge's appointment as Headmistress of Hogwarts were posted all over the school.

For a moment, everyone was talking about how Dumbledore had attacked two Ministry of Magic Aurors and escaped right under Fudge's nose.

"Just now a second-year student told me that Fudge was hit by a spell and his head turned into a pumpkin!"

Ron was talking excitedly about the latest gossip he had received.

"Why don't you ask Harry?" Fred squeezed in between Afro and Harry, looking at her curiously, "What happened in the office yesterday?"

"Anyway, it's more exciting than you think." Afro bit off the baked potato on the spoon and raised an eyebrow at him.

"How long are we going to have to put up with the pink toad?" George cried out in despair.

"Trust me, Dumbledore will be back soon."

As for when Dumbledore will return, the students of Hogwarts don't know.

But they knew that Umbridge was trying to turn the school into a Muggle army.

In the next few days, Umbridge, the newly appointed headmaster, signed a number of school rules with a wave of her hand.

Including the contact distance between male and female students.

But even so, she couldn't even enter the door of the principal's office, and the office was automatically closed.

In order to better control the students, Umbridge organized several students who had been under her orders before and formed an investigation task force.

Not only did they support Umbridge, they also supported the Ministry of Magic.

The team members deducted points from students everywhere, and soon the scores of the three colleges were not enough to cover the deficit.

"Did you all notice that?" Fred stared at the scoring hourglass, as if this would blow up Slytherin's score.

"If this continues, the House Cup will definitely belong to Slytherin." Ron propped his chin up in frustration and poked at the food on the plate from time to time.

George told them as he helped Afro pick out lunch, "In fact, they're planning on deducting points during recess."

"Planning? Between classes?"

"So we stuffed him into the Vanishing Cabinet on the second floor," Fred said with a grin.

"You're going to get into big trouble." Afro drew some pictures of herbs on a half-written piece of parchment.

"No, he won't be here for the next few weeks at least."

Harry turned around and looked at Slytherin, and sure enough, a member of the investigation team was missing.

It seems that Snape has something busy again. I wonder if Ka can take up their practice time.

Harry hadn't seen him since the last time Snape took it upon himself to protect him.

Might as well leave it as it is, Harry thought.

At least he could hate Snape completely, but now with a little more guilt...

"Were you worried?" Hermione asked suddenly.

"Of course, haven't we been fired?" George said nonchalantly, and was even in the mood to snatch the cake from Afro.

"We don't want to stay here anymore." Fred put his arm around Afro's shoulders and looked at his watch. "We have to do something for Dumbledore."

“Celebrate the new principal’s success!”

Afro poked George's waist, and he subconsciously grabbed the girl's hand and stopped talking.

Filch first glared at the three people who looked like conjoined twins, then spoke coldly to Harry.

"The principal wants to see you."

Harry and Avro looked at each other, stood up and followed him.

And you, Campbell."

Afro tilted her head and looked at Filch with a malicious smile. She pondered for a while and stood up.

Umbridge obviously considered Filch her ally, as he knew every secret passage and hiding place in the school.

Umbridge was busy writing on pink parchment when they came in.

Looking at the eye-catching color, a classic line suddenly popped up in Afro's mind: Pink and tender, how old are you now? "