I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Today they were going to start practicing the Patronus Charm.

Even Aurors may not know this spell, and Professor Hilde has never thought of teaching such a complicated spell to the fifth grade.

One last lesson before Easter.

Harry had already let go of Cho Chang, and he told everyone how to use the spell.

He reminded everyone that training the Patronus Charm can certainly protect oneself very well, but the specific results still need to be seen in actual application.

They practiced in brightly lit classrooms, and their minds were filled with memories of joy and entertainment.

If faced with Dementors, whether they can be summoned is also a question.

Qiu Zhang looked at the swan patron saint he had summoned with obsession in his eyes.

The patron saint is indeed very beautiful.

Lavender looked at the swan with envy. Her Patronus Charm only produced a silver mist.

Hermione's patronus is an otter.

The atmosphere was joyful and peaceful.

But this atmosphere disappeared as the door opened.

It was Dobby, and his eyes widened in horror.

He came to report to Harry, but due to his status as a house elf, he could not say it.

Harry kept guessing and finally figured out what was going on.

Someone tipped off that Umbridge was coming.

As soon as the news came out, everyone was stunned.

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

The members of the D.A Army dispersed like birds and beasts and rushed out of the gate.

But when the door opened, an old woman in pink clothes moved a chair and sat there.

A boy wearing a Slytherin uniform next to him took pictures with a camera, and everyone who came out had his face photographed.

It would be useless to even run away.

Harry ran out and was also photographed by the flash.

His face turned pale, but Umbridge's smile became even more annoying and disgusting.

No one thought that they would be served in one pot.

All of these people were detained.

Locked in a classroom.

Umbridge sat at the front, still playing with the slender quill in her hand.

"Tell me, Harry Potter was the originator."

Her voice echoed in the classroom.

The atmosphere was completely depressing, and everyone had that kind of quill on their desk.

Harry recognized this thing. He still had a scar on the back of his hand from this pen.

Umbridge came to a girl, her flabby face looked so scary.

Hannah Abbott shed tears, unable to arouse Umbridge's sympathy. She touched Hannah's head and asked in a whisper.

"Did Harry Potter take the lead in setting up that place?"

Hannah shed tears and shook her head.

Umbridge laughed artificially and walked towards the other man.

This time it was Hermione.

"No one organized it, we were just passing by." Hermione answered first.

Umbridge looked at her and said softly: "You shouldn't lie."

She looked at everyone again and said in an amplified voice, "You all shouldn't lie."

"I need you to copy some sentences until someone comes forward and identifies Harry Potter."

Harry glared at her, and Ron held his hand and whispered, "Don't give her the chance to fire you, mate."

They could all see that Umbridge wanted them to identify Harry so she could fire him.

As long as they don't say anything, Umbridge can't do anything to them.

After exchanging glances, they both made up their minds.

Umbridge told them to pick up their quills and start writing on the parchment.

"I hope you can study hard and become useful people to the magical world."

Umbridge said hypocritically, "Failed education has turned you into disobedient students who tell lies."

"I need you to write, I can't lie."

After saying that, she smiled.

"Just write." Simo said unconvinced.

He picked up the quill and made a broad stroke on the parchment.

But as he wrote, he realized something was wrong.

Not only him, but other students also let out gasps.

Bright red writing appeared on the back of the hand, as if carved into the skin.

It was as if Umbridge was listening to a concert, sitting in a chair with her eyes closed and listening.

The students wrote with pain, some broke down and sobbed, and some had faces full of pain.

As Umbridge enjoyed the concert, the classroom door opened.

It's Dumbledore.

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Chapter 341 Punishment and Resignation

"Dumbledore."

Umbridge slowly opened her eyes.

Professor McGonagall called Dumbledore, with a look of distress on her stern expression, and went over to check on the students.

Dumbledore walked in calmly and asked: "Inquisitor Umbridge, I wonder what my students have done that warrants punishment here?"

"They violated the education order and gathered privately to create...Dumbledore's Army, right?" Umbridge asked Slytherin next to her.

If Pansy were here, she would recognize her studious boyfriend.

"No, she's talking nonsense!" George protested loudly.

Fred shouted equally: "We didn't do anything, she was just talking nonsense."

"Really?" Umbridge said to Dumbledore with a hideous smile, "I have told Minister Crouch about the matter. He is very interested in getting Dumbledore's Army and is already here. On the way."

"Then please allow us to change places to receive our Minister Crouch." Dumbledore replied calmly, unchanged for thousands of years.

Umbridge just wanted to bring down Dumbledore, and everything else was secondary.

So she took Harry with her and headed to Dumbledore's principal's office.

Harry was carried and slipped to the principal's office. He wanted to talk to Dumbledore several times, but saw him look away.

Before they arrived, someone was already outside the office.

It was Old Barty and the others, and he also brought two Aurors.

One of them is Kingsley, and it seems that Old Barty trusts him very much.

"Barty." Dumbledore greeted him.

Old Batty looked a little ugly and said, "I heard from the investigator that you want to form an army in the school?"

If it were any other matter, Barty Sr. would definitely let Umbridge play around on her own.

But this time, Umbridge told him that Dumbledore was organizing an army at the school, which made Old Barty unable to sit still.

Entering the office, Old Batty's face didn't look much better.

"Dumbledore, I need to tell you," Old Barty said after coming to the office: "Even though you have resigned as the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, you still need to abide by the law."

"What will you make the parents of those students think?" Old Barty accused Dumbledore.

Umbridge was afraid of Dumbledore's quibbles, so she stepped forward and said flatteringly: "Minister Crouch, I received a report and discovered this behavior. Do you need me to bring out witnesses?"

It seems that Umbridge is also fully prepared, and Old Barty can do anything.

Umbridge went out for a while and came back with a girl covering her face.

Harry recognized the girl as Marietta, Cho Chang's friend.

But her face became very ugly, and a series of dense purple pustules formed the word "snitch" on her face.

Harry immediately remembered that Hermione had tampered with the original signature.

Umbridge recounted the story, which made Harry very angry.

"Shut up," Old Barty interrupted Umbridge, stared at Marietta, and said strangely, "Why doesn't she speak?"

"I haven't found a breaking spell for this yet," Umbridge admitted reluctantly.

Harry felt a surge of pride at this; Hermione's spell abilities were very powerful.

Umbridge saw that Old Barty had signs of black face, and said hurriedly, "Education Order No. 24 has been in effect for nearly six months, and gatherings during this period are illegal."

"Well," Dumbledore said, looking at Umbridge with a mixture of politeness and interest, "if they do continue to party after this law comes into force, then they may of course be breaking the law."

When Umbridge's smile was about to appear, Dumbledore changed the subject and said, "But what evidence do you have to prove that there was such a party later?"

As Harry heard Dumbledore speak, he heard rustling behind him and Kingsley muttering something under his breath.

There was brief confusion in Marietta's eyes.

Of course Umbridge had evidence. Although Marietta couldn't be made to speak, she could be made to nod.

But the facts were unexpected. The whistleblower Marietta denied everything.

Professor McGonagall was also here, participating in the questions.

The result was obvious. Harry suspected that what Kingsley had just muttered was some kind of curse.

Let Marietta answer the opposite.

Umbridge got angry and roughly turned Marietta over and shook her violently.

For the first time, a look of anger appeared on Dumbledore's face. Umbridge let go of Marietta and waved her hands around as if they were burned red.

"I will not allow you to treat my students roughly!" Dumbledore said with an angry look.

Old Barty's brows did not relax, and Umbridge quickly took out a list and handed it to Old Barty.

Seeing the signature above, Old Barty took a deep breath and said, "Dumbledore, I need you to tell me that this is a farce."

"Now that it has been discovered," Dumbledore said calmly, going against common sense, "I acknowledge the existence of Dumbledore's Army."

"What?" Old Barty said with a straight face, "You know what this means."

"Of course," Harry was about to say something but Dumbledore interrupted him, "That's Dumbledore's Army up there, not Potter's Army."

"I don't think I can stay at school anymore," Dumbledore said, making Harry stunned. He winked at Harry and said, "I will resign and take over all responsibilities."

"Dumbledore, if you want to pay for your students," Old Barty said with a strange look in his eyes and a dry cough, "then I agree with your resignation."

Dumbledore resigned?

Harry froze.