Harry Potter and the Old Ones

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After saying this, the tarot card stopped moving.

Harry took his eyes off his tarot card with difficulty, and glanced at the frightened people.

"What are you waiting for?" Harry yelled. "Run!"

They all ran to the exit at once, huddled at the door, and then someone suddenly rushed out.

Harry heard them running down the hallway, and wished they had enough brains to keep running all the way back to his dorm.

That's too small a chance, the library and the owl shack are much closer, if only they could hide in—

"Harry, go!" Hermione shrieked from the crowd struggling to squeeze out, before darting out.

Harry glanced sideways, the others running so fast he could only catch a glimpse of some flying heels before they disappeared at the ends of the corridor.

He started to run to the right, there was a men's bathroom in front of him, and as long as he could get there, he could pretend that he was always there—

"Oops!" Something caught his foot, and he fell to the ground, sliding six feet on the ground before stopping.

Someone laughed behind him.

He rolled over and saw Malfoy hiding in an alcove beneath an ugly dragon-shaped decorative bottle.

"Stumbling Curse, Potter!" said Malfoy. "Hey, Professor—Professor! Professor! I caught one!"

Umbridge hurried around the far corner, panting, but with a happy smile on her face.

"It's him!" she beamed when she saw Harry on the floor. "Great, Draco, great, ha, great—fifty points for Slytherin! I'll do it! Take him away?? Get up, Potter!"

Harry stood up and stared at the two of them.

He had never seen Umbridge so happy. She grabbed his arm like a vise and turned to Malfoy with a big smile on her face.

"Go and see if you can catch a few more, Draco," she said. "Tell the others to go to the library—check it for someone out of breath—check the bathroom. , Miss Romanoff can check the girls' bathroom—you go—and you—"

As Malfoy walked away, Umbridge added in the mildest and most terrifying tone, "You follow me to the Great Hall, Potter."

Harry was almost half-pulled and half-pulled by Umbridge to the Great Hall, and along the way, Harry could see other members of Dumbledore's Army being either pulled or pulled by other members of the Disciplinary Inspection Team. Bound by a spell, they were escorted to the auditorium hall together.

When Harry arrived in the Great Hall, he found it crowded.

Dumbledore sat on the main seat of the classroom with a smile on his face, and his thin fingers tapped the tabletop repeatedly.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick stood upright in front of the teacher's bench, blocking Dumbledore's face, watching the dark crowd in the auditorium vigilantly and hostilely.

The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, stood at the back of the crowd, rocking back and forth excitedly, clearly satisfied with the situation.

And in the crowd that filled the auditorium, at the front were Kingsley Shacklebolt and another wizard who looked like a guard, a strong-looking wizard with short straight hair that Harry had never seen.

Everyone else in the auditorium seemed to be Aurors. Although they were dressed in a variety of strange ways, everyone's waist was straight, and their expressionless faces gave people a chilling feeling. Killed from the **** storm.

Freckled and bespectacled Percy Weasley walked excitedly by the wall, a quill and a thick roll of parchment in his hand, apparently ready to record.

Behind Harry were the other members of Dumbledore's Army—

Neville, Hermione, Ron, Seamus, Dean, Zhang Qiu, Luna...

Most of them were brought in by that Hathaway Romanoff, and most of them had very obvious scars on their bodies.

When the door closed, Harry shoved Umbridge away, who was holding him tightly.

Cornelius Fudge glared at him angrily, a look of schadenfreude on his face.

"Okay," he said. "Okay, okay, okay."

Harry summoned all his courage and gave Fudge a stern look. His heart was beating fast, but his mind was surprisingly calm.

"He's on his way back to Gryffindor Tower," Umbridge said. There was an inappropriate excitement in her tone.

"Yes, yes?" said Fudge appreciatively. "I'll have to remember to tell Lucius. Well, Potter, I suppose you should know why you're here?"

Harry made up his mind to answer "know," dismissively, and when he caught a glimpse of Dumbledore's expression, he had already opened his mouth, half-uttering the word.

Dumbledore just looked at him with a smile, leaned back on the seat as usual, and shook his head gently, the movement was so small that it was almost imperceptible.

Harry changed his words halfway through.

"Know-no."

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Fudge said.

"I don't know," Harry said firmly.

"You don't know why you're here?" Fudge asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, I don't know," said Harry.

Fudge looked suspiciously at Harry, then at Professor Umbridge.

Taking advantage of his momentary inattention, Harry sneaked another glance at Dumbledore, who nodded with the slightest gesture, winked slightly, and grimaced.

Harry's heart suddenly settled down.

"Then you don't know," Fudge said with unabashed sarcasm. "Why did Professor Umbridge bring you into this office? Didn't you realize you had broken the rules?"

"School rules?" said Harry. "No."

"What about the Ministry of Magic's decree?" Fudge asked angrily from a different angle.

"At least not against the laws I know of," Harry said calmly.

His heart was still beating fast.

It was worth telling the lies just to see how Fudge's blood pressure went up, but he couldn't see how he could get away with their punishment, and if someone had leaked the D.A. situation to Umbridge, then he The leader may be about to pack up and leave immediately.

"So, this is the first time you've heard," Fudge said, his tone now full of anger, "that an illegal student organization was found at this school?"

"Yeah, that's right," Harry said, with a look of disbelief on his face, like he didn't know anything and was very surprised.

"Minister, I think," Umbridge said softly beside Harry. "If I bring the whistleblower, maybe we'll get on faster."

"Yes, yes, go," said Fudge, nodding, and after Umbridge had left the house, he gave Dumbledore a malicious glance, "Nothing makes a good witness, does it, Deng Brittany?"

"Exactly, Connelly," Dumbledore nodded and said in a low voice.

Everyone waited for a few minutes without looking at anyone, and then Harry heard the door open behind him.

Umbridge walked past him into the room, clutching the shoulders of Cho Chang's curly-haired friend, Marietta.

"Don't panic, darling, don't be scared," said Professor Umbridge softly, patting her on the back. "It's all right now. You did the right thing. The Minister is happy with you. He'll tell you. Mom, you are a good girl."

"Minister, Marietta's mother," she added, looking up at Fudge. "It's Mrs. Akemore from the Floo Office of the Department of Magical Transportation, you know, she's helping us keep an eye on Hogwarts. fire."

"That's great, that's great!" said Fudge enthusiastically. "A mother has a daughter, eh? Well, talk about it, come on, honey, look up, don't be ashamed, let's hear it. your statement."

"Yes, it's like this..." Marietta didn't dare to look at Harry and the others, she could only stare at Cornelius Fudge, "Last term... around December... Hermione suddenly called us... ...said Harry was going to teach us Defence Against the Dark Arts...and we went to the party...and...then...then we found out we were taught—"

"I'll do the rest," Umbridge said with a sweet smile. "That's right, Minister, this evening, this Miss Akemore came to my office shortly after dinner and told me that she Something to tell me. She said that if I entered a secret room on the eighth floor, I would find something good for me, which is said to be sometimes called the Room of Requirement. When I questioned her further, she admitted that there was a certain kind of meeting, and said he would like to take us there."

"Oh, yes," said Fudge, staring at Marietta with a self-assured amiable expression, "you went and told Professor Umbridge, dear, it was a brave thing to do. You The behavior is very correct. Now, would you like to tell me what happened at the meeting? What was the purpose of the meeting? Who was there?"

"I have captured their notebooks here." Umbridge waved his wand, and several thick notebooks flew out of nowhere and landed lightly in front of Cornelius Fudge.

"Look here, Minister," said Umbridge. "Look at these notebooks, learning incantations with arithmetic formulas instead of Latin and ancient runes, learning ritual magic, which is the behavior of demon wizards! And these notebooks, What revolutions, what reforms, what distribution of means of production, what feudal landlords, these are all cancerous thoughts! Dumbledore poisoned these little wizards magically and ideologically!"

"As you may recall, Minister, I reported to you in October that Potter used to meet many of his classmates in Hogsmeade's Hogshead—"

"Do you have any evidence for this?" Professor McGonagall interjected.

"I have the testimony of Willie Wydsing, Minerva, who happened to be in the bar at the time. He did have a lot of scarves wrapped around him, but his hearing wasn't damaged at all," Umbridge said smugly. "He heard everything Potter said and rushed straight to the school to report to me—"

"Oh, that's what got him out of the prosecution for the toilet sewage backlash he created!" Professor McGonagall said, raising his eyebrows. "Our judicial system is really eye-opening!"

"Potter's partying with these students," continued Professor Umbridge, "to convince them to join an outlaw group whose goal is to learn some spells, curses and connections to summon demons, and to spread cancerous ideas, Intended to subvert the Ministry of Magic!"

"I think you'll find yourself mistaken on this one, Dolores," Dumbledore whispered, the half-moon glasses drooping over the bridge of his high nose as he stared at Umbridge from above. .

Harry looked at Dumbledore. He couldn't think of what Dumbledore had to say to get him out of the way, and if Willie Wydsing had indeed heard everything he said in the Hog's Head, he would have no way out.

"Aha!" Fudge said, jumping on tiptoe again, like a clown, "Okay, I've made up a new bizarre story to save Potter, please let us hear it. Go on! Then go on, Dumbledore, go on - was Willie Wydsinger lying? Or was it Potter's identical twin brother in the Hog's Head that day? Or the usual simple Explain, what time has been reversed, a dead man has been resurrected, and two invisible dementors?"

Percy Weasley burst out laughing.

"Oh, well said, Minister, very well said!"

Harry really wanted to kick him. But he was surprised to see that Dumbledore was also smiling gently, "Connelly, I have neither denied nor affirmed whether Harry was at the Hog's Head that day and whether he wanted to recruit students to the Defence Against the Dark Arts team. Just wanted to point out that Dolores' suggestion that such a group was illegal at the time was totally unreasonable. If you haven't forgotten, it wasn't until two days after Harry's Hogsmeade party, the Ministry of Magic's decree banning all student societies It just came into effect, so he didn't break any rules while he was at the Hog's Head."

Percy looked like he had been knocked in the face by something heavy, and Fudge was half-jumping before opening his mouth.

Umbridge came to his senses for the first time.

"That's all good, Principal," she said with a friendly smile, "but now it's been almost six months since we implemented Education Order No. 24. Although the first meeting wasn't illegal, since then all the Gatherings are definitely illegal."

"And we've got a list!" said Umbridge in exasperation, and to Harry's horror, she pulled the list pinned to the wall of the Room of Requirement from her pocket and handed it to Fudge. When I saw Potter's name on this list, I knew who we were dealing with."

"Awesome," said Fudge, smiling again, "awesome, Dolores, let's see, oh my God!"

"Look what they named themselves?" whispered Fudge. "D.A... Dumbledore's Army! This is your army Dumbledore!"

"No! No!" said Harry anxiously. "No, it means—"

"I'm glad you can defend me, Mr. Potter." Dumbledore struck Harry. "It's noble, but it's clearly written on this paper, Dumbledore's Army, not Potter's Army."

"You?" Cornelius Fudge exclaimed in surprise.

"That's right," Dumbledore said happily and casually.

Professor McGonagall and Flitwick looked at Dumbledore in amazement.

"You organized this?" Cornelius Fudge asked again ecstatically.

"I organized it," said Dumbledore.

"You recruit these students to join your army?"

"Of course, we've been training for a while," Dumbledore said, nodding. "And to be honest, these kids are very smart, and the training has had some effect."

"Then you are indeed plotting against me!" cried Cornelius Fudge, his chest heaving violently.

"That's right," Dumbledore said happily, "I'm fed up with seeing mediocre people sitting in the position of Minister of Magic."

"No!" Harry shouted, and Kingsley, who was standing at the front, gave him a quick warning wink. Professor McGonagall opened his eyes wide to warn him, but Harry suddenly realized Dumbledore's intention. He can't let him do it.

"No—Professor Dumbledore—"

"Shh..." Dumbledore put a finger to his lips, "Shh..."

"Weasley, have you written down all of this, what he said, his confession, have you written down?"

"Yes, sir, I think so, sir!" said Percy earnestly. His nose splattered with ink as he made a quick note.

"He wants to build an army against the Ministry of Magic, he wants to overthrow me, is this a record?"

"Yes, sir, I took note, yes!" said Percy, gleefully scanning the record.

"Very well, then," said Fudge, radiant with joy now, "rewrite your records, Weasley, and send a copy to the Daily Prophet at once, and if we send a fast owl, we can still Catch up on this morning's edition!"

Percy quickly ran out of the house, slammed the door behind him, and Fudge turned to Dumbledore: "You will now be escorted to the Ministry of Magic, where you will be formally charged, and then taken to Azka. Ben awaits trial!"

"Ah," said Dumbledore softly, "yes. However, I think we may have encountered a small difficulty."

"Difficulty?" said Fudge, his voice still trembling with delight. "I don't see any difficulty, Dumbledore!"

"Well—you seem to have a delusion ~www.NovelMTL.com~ that I would—how do you say that? Oh yes, hold your hands. I'm afraid I won't hold your hands at all, Connelly. I'm not at all. Don't want to be sent to Azkaban. Of course, I could get away - but what a waste of time, and frankly, I think I have a lot of things I'd rather do." Dumbledore stood up easily and waved at the same time, as if to signal Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick to stand aside.

Out of trust in Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall moved aside, as did Professor Flitwick.

Umbridge's face was getting redder and she looked like she was being filled with scalding water.

Fudge stared at Dumbledore with a goofy look on his face, as if he had been beaten all of a sudden, and couldn't believe it had happened.

"Very good, Dolores Umbridge." Dumbledore smiled at Umbridge, "I see you took my advice and brought nearly two-thirds of the Aurors at the Ministry of Magic with you. It's a good New Year's Eve...but if I remember correctly...I suggest you bring all the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic with you."

"Enough!" Umbridge roared viciously. "Arrest him!"

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