Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 485 Umbridge's Accusations

Chapter 485 Umbridge's Accusations

Even the most impulsive Harry and Ron noticed something amiss in the headmaster's office.

Clearly, Dumbledore believed that this incident was highly suspicious, and that there was likely a deeper secret behind the murder of Barty Crouch, which could very well plunge the wizarding world into danger once again.

But Fudge didn't think so. He preferred to let the matter end there—to identify Barty Crouch and the Death Eater Nelson, and then be killed by the brutal Antonin.

In this way, those who hated the traitors got their revenge, the Ministry of Magic was able to salvage some of its image, and everyone was happy.

A dispute arose between the two sides, and those who had been in close contact with Barty Crouch naturally became the target of everyone's attention.

Dumbledore wanted to get more details from them, while Fudge—or rather, Umbridge—wanted to portray them as attention-seeking frauds, thereby silencing all dissenting voices and forcing a happy ending for everyone.

Siren sighed inwardly. Why did Dumbledore call them over at this time? Did he think that the few of them could persuade Fudge, that idiot?

If even the chief mage of Wisengamo couldn't do it, how could a few students possibly accomplish it?

If he had known things would turn out this way, he should have made up some excuse not to come when they were still in the common room.

In fact, Dumbledore hadn't expected it to turn out this way either.

Actually, Fudge's attitude wasn't like this when he first arrived. He was very willing to help investigate the truth behind Barty Crouch's murder and even offered to send a team of fighters to Hogsmeade to protect the students.

Just five minutes ago, Dumbledore casually remarked that this matter might be related to Voldemort.

Like someone who had been stomped on a pile of dung, Fudge instantly exploded. Not only did he vehemently deny all the promises he had made before, but he also refused to allow Hogwarts to interfere in anything related to Barty Crouch again.

The speed of his change in attitude caught even Dumbledore somewhat off guard. Meanwhile, he had already sent the ghost to the Gryffindor common room to inform Shiron and the others.

That's why they saw Dumbledore and Fudge confronting each other when they came in.

Of course, Fudge didn't want to completely fall out with Dumbledore at this time, so after making his stance clear, Umbridge stepped forward.

More importantly, Umbridge doesn't need any verbal prompts; she can always guess Fudge's meaning with just a glance or a subtle movement, perfectly playing the role of a mouthpiece.

Xiren was beginning to understand why she had become a senior deputy minister. If he were Fudge, he would also like such a worry-free subordinate.

In the middle of the headmaster's office, after Dumbledore rejected Umbridge's offer on the spot, her face quickly turned ugly, and even her persistent fake smile disappeared.

Fudge took a step forward at the opportune moment, breaking the deadlock and softening his attitude slightly.

"Believe me, Dumbledore, this matter is not as complicated as you think."

"But Cornelius, how do you explain the marks of prolonged torture on Barty's body?" Dumbledore asked. "If he was truly a traitor, why would the Death Eaters torture someone who helped them escape?"

"Perhaps—it's all fake, some kind of magical forgery." Fudge's fingers unconsciously rubbed the brim of his hat.

"But the Aurors have already seen it and confirmed that he was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse for a long time."

"We all know that Dumbledore—even Aurors—make mistakes," Fudge said, his fingers, gripping the hat so tightly they turned slightly white.

"Oh, I just remembered something else." Dumbledore was about to say something when Umbridge interrupted him and looked again at the group standing in the corner.

Or to be more precise, he looked toward Xilun.

"We may have overlooked something else—the Explosion Curse," she said in a shrill voice. "With all due respect, while the Explosion Curse is not an Unforgivable Curse, it is still a 'dangerous curse' that needs to be used with caution, and it can only be used by an adult wizard."

"As far as I know, this Siron Ollivander should not be seventeen years old yet. According to the 'Guidelines for the Management of Dangerous Spells Prohibited for Underage Wizards,' we have the right to bring him back to the Ministry of Magic for questioning."

"Furthermore, he also appears to have killed an ordinary wizard—"

"Are you crazy?"

At this point, Harry, who had been holding back his words, finally couldn't take it anymore. He strode over and angrily said, "That's no ordinary wizard, it's Antonin Dolohov, a Death Eater!"

"Oh, Mr. Harry Potter—" Umbridge flashed her nauseating fake smile again.

"How can you prove that person is Antonin Dorokhov?"

"We saw it!" Ron said. "That person looks exactly like the photo on the wanted poster."

"Not enough, my dear," Umbridge said regretfully. "What the Ministry needs is evidence, not so-called—I saw it."

"We currently have no evidence to prove that the other party is Antonin Dolokhov. However, the deep crater blasted out on Hogsmeade Road proves that Mr. Sirren Ollivander illegally used seven explosives—"

"Wait a minute!" Siren suddenly spoke, interrupting Umbridge.

"You mean I unleashed seven powerful blasting spells in less than a minute, is that right?"

"Professor Dumbledore, can you do that?"

"If we put in our best effort—it's not impossible," Dumbledore said thoughtfully.

"So you mean that my strength is now the same as Dumbledore's when he's at his absolute best, is that right?" Siren looked at Umbridge again.

"It could be another spell," Umbridge said, her face ashen. "Just examine your wand, and everything will be clear—all wands."

She added that after the Triwizard Tournament, many people knew that Siren could use multiple different wands, and Umbridge was no exception.

"Unfounded accusations," Siren sneered. "I reject them."

His refusal, however, instantly excited Umbridge.

"You're guilty!" she shrieked, as if she had found a weakness in Siren's defenses, her excitement reaching its peak. "You can't! The Ministry of Magic has the right to interrogate you!"

"Say what you will." Celen glanced at her, then turned her gaze to Fudge behind her. "But if you're trying to frame me with these baseless speculations—then Ollivander will leave England after this."

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