After tampering with the memories of Fudge and his gang, Albert was surrounded by an enthusiastic crowd, who asked him about what had just happened.
Sure enough, when people do bad things together, their relationship always gets better very quickly.
Albert was quite satisfied with this. After glancing at the task he had just completed, he smiled and raised his finger to everyone, making a shushing gesture. "Don't tell anyone about this. I don't think you want to cause trouble for yourselves. You should speak with one voice. You should know what to say, right?"
"They knocked themselves out," the crowd grinned.
Everyone had beaten up Fudge or Umbridge, so naturally no one wanted to get into trouble.
"Okay, send him to the school hospital first." Albert turned and called to his roommate, "Jordan, please go to the entrance hall and tell Professor Flitwick what happened here. Ask him to try not to let all the Aurors in."
"Come over and help, everyone else can go away." Albert waved his wand and conjured up several stretchers. He put Fudge and his gang on them and asked a few acquaintances and class leaders to help send them to the school hospital.
Harry and the Weiss twins called everyone to gather in the Room of Requirement to give instructions on what to do next. They also planned to prepare a big surprise for Fudge and his gang.
"What are you doing?"
Under the astonished gaze of Madam Pomfrey, everyone carried Fudge and his group into the school hospital.
"They knocked themselves out," McMillan explained.
"Yes, Peeves threw a grenade." Everyone else had the same expression.
Madam Pomfrey's face twitched, and Professor McGonagall next to her glanced at Albert and pretended that she knew nothing.
Not long after, the Aurors outside sent a few more people into the castle with Professor Flitwick. After seeing Fudge and his gang fainted, they really couldn't understand what it meant to "fall unconscious".
Under the watchful eyes of the Aurors, Fudge and his group were gradually awakened by Madam Pomfrey.
"Catch Dumbledore, that guy is trying to raise an army to overthrow me!" When Fudge woke up again, he was still repeating the previous sentence.
The Aurors looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
All the students who originally planned to stay and watch the fun were driven by Albert to the corridor outside the hospital to prevent them from being exposed in front of the Aurors.
After all, they are Aurors, the elites of the entire wizarding world. They are definitely not stupid. It's always better to be on guard.
The two Aurors who had entered the castle with Albert were also awakened, and suddenly they didn't know what to say. They couldn't understand why they had stepped on something, slipped, and fell unconscious
Although this sounds quite ridiculous, it is indeed the last memory of the two Aurors.
"Potter said Professor Dumbledore has escaped." Albert said coldly.
"You idiot..."
For some reason, Fudge always felt a little pain on his face. No, it should be said that his whole body hurt. But in the end, Fudge did not say such stupid things as Albert was Dumbledore's accomplice.
Of course, more of the reason is that the false memories implanted by Albert took effect.
"ah!"
A shrill scream startled everyone.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see Umbridge touching her cheek with her fingers and screaming in pain, "What's wrong with my face? What's wrong with my face? It hurts."
Umbridge really couldn't understand why her face was burning with pain, as if she had been beaten hard countless times.
"Your face is fine, ma'am. I think it's because your face hit the ground first when you fell. I'll get you some potion and you'll be fine after a while." Madam Pomfrey's tone was unfriendly because she had just learned from Professor McGonagall that Fudge and Umbridge had given the students an overdose of Veritaserum in order to force Dumbledore away.
"Come here Weiss, I need you to send a copy of the confession just now to the Daily Prophet, and by the way, remind the Ministry of Magic to issue a wanted order for Dumbledore." The first thing Fudge thought of was to consolidate his achievements. He never dreamed that this day would come. This was the best chance for the Ministry of Magic to control Hogwarts.
"Yes sir, I promise." Percy struggled to get up from the bed.
"I think you're wasting your time," said Professor McGonagall contemptuously. "If Dumbledore doesn't want to be discovered, you won't be able to catch him even if you try your best."
"Hmph, Minerva, the Ministry of Magic will be able to catch Dumbledore soon." Fudge glared at Professor McGonagall fiercely and continued, "Since the position of Hogwarts headmaster is vacant, Dolores will take over the position. She has never disappointed anyone."
"I will restore order to Hogwarts as soon as possible." Umbridge forced a fake smile and happily accepted the position that did not originally belong to her.
However, Umbridge obviously did not realize the seriousness of the problem. After they drove Dumbledore away, the "devil" that was originally bound by shackles was completely released, and she did not realize what she was about to face.
"Oh, it seems that Sibyl's prediction has come true again. How surprising." Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows slightly, with an extremely strange expression on her face.
After hearing what Professor McGonagall said, the smile on Umbridge's face froze completely, because several prophecies about her left by Trelawney, who was originally expelled by her, have now gradually come true.
This seems to indicate that the bad predictions that follow will come true one by one
Would she die in Azkaban
Umbridge's good mood about becoming the headmistress was instantly gone.
Fudge had no time to care about Umbridge's changing expression. He was still immersed in the joy of defeating Dumbledore. He had already started thinking about returning to the Ministry of Magic to hold a press conference. He wanted to make Dumbledore's crimes public and suppress all the previous voices of opposition.
Fudge knew very well that even if he used various means to attack Dumbledore, there were still many supporters of Dumbledore in the Ministry of Magic and even the entire wizarding world.
A while ago, the Ministry of Magic was spreading rumors that he would step down in the summer, which was released by Dumbledore's supporters.
Just as Fudge was leaving the school hospital with a group of Aurors in high spirits, he suddenly felt something hit him on the head.
A sickening stench spread through the corridor and everyone stopped and stared in amazement at the Minister of Magic who was touching his head with his hand.
Fudge looked at the remnants of the dung bomb on his palm, and the expression on his face suddenly froze, and then was replaced by anger.
However, the attackers did not give Fudge time to get angry. More and more dung bombs flew towards Fudge, hitting Fudge and Umbridge's heads, faces and backs of the heads.
The Aurors, stunned by the sudden change, quickly took action, trying to protect Fudge and Umbridge.
“Damn it!”
No matter how angry Fudge was, it couldn't change the fact that they were attacked by dung bombs.
What's worse is that even the Aurors can't completely protect the two of them. More and more dung bombs are flying towards them under the pull of magic, constantly hitting several people. It seems that dung bombs really don't need Galleons.
After a while, several people were covered in a layer of disgusting shit-colored mud and ran outside, while behind them were more dung bombs chasing them frantically, and sometimes dung bombs would emerge from the front and attack them.
Under the astonished gazes of countless Aurors, Fudge and his gang were driven out of the castle using dung bombs.
Looking at the group of embarrassed figures, Professor McGonagall curled the corners of her mouth slightly, and Albert could vaguely hear her say that they did a good job.
"Fred and George did a really good job," Albert said softly.
Professor McGonagall coughed lightly and changed the subject, "You knew this would happen."
"I guessed it." Albert said calmly.
"When will that woman leave?" Professor McGonagall didn't even bother to mention Umbridge's name.
"Before the end of this semester." Albert said without hesitation.
"It's still a few months away," Professor McGonagall muttered and walked away.
"Well done." Albert withdrew his gaze from Professor McGonagall and looked back at the direction where Fudge and his group fled. He said softly, "It seems that I have to prepare more advertising fees for them."
This was of course the doing of Harry and the Weasley brothers and the students of the Anti-Toad League. Peeves also joined in the carnival in the end. In order to thank Umbridge and Fudge for driving Dumbledore away, they decided to use the dung bombs they had bought a while ago to send them off.
To this end, they consumed most of the stock they had previously purchased. The only one who suffered the most was probably Filch. The remnants of dung bombs along the corridor were difficult to clean up, and what was worse was that the corridor became smelly.
However, this was not within their consideration, as Filch intended to stand on Umbridge's side.
The carnival at Hogwarts is about to begin.
…
The next day, everyone found that the Bugao walls were once again filled with education orders, and the largest and most obvious photo frame on the wall contained the latest education order.
The Ministry of Magic appoints Dolores Jane Umbridge (High Inquisitor) to succeed Albus Dumbledore as Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The above regulations are in compliance with Education Order No. 119.
Signed: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic.
Before this notice from the Ministry of Magic came out, many students had already received first-hand information and heard in advance that Dumbledore easily subdued a group of people from the Ministry of Magic and slipped away easily under everyone's noses.
Well, the Slytherins don't know, mainly because no Slytherin students have ever been recruited into the DA.
However, what people talked about most was that Fudge and his gang were eventually chased out of Hogwarts using dung bombs.
I don’t know who was so powerful that he managed to capture the scene of Fudge and his gang being chased by dung bombs and running wildly.
As for the latest report in the Daily Prophet, no one took it seriously.
Everyone knows that the current Daily Prophet is Fudge's lackey and mouthpiece, and it only publishes news that Fudge is willing to see or is willing to publish.
Isn't it normal for news that discredits Dumbledore to appear in newspapers
Similar situations have been happening for half a year, and everyone has become accustomed to it. Many students have even stopped subscribing to the Daily Prophet.
"Dumbledore will be back soon and they can't get rid of him." Many people believed this.
Compared with the news that Dumbledore was forced to leave and Fudge was driven away by a dung bomb, the fact that Albert blocked the Aurors outside the castle was not that popular. It was more about the girls who liked to talk about it, and several parties involved even exaggerated the scene at that time.
It is said that Albert directly knocked down all the Aurors, making them dare not rashly break into Hogwarts Castle.
Although this statement was obviously impossible, Albert, with one wand each, did manage to keep the Aurors out.
Sybill Trelawney's prophecy also became a hot topic in Hogwarts and a favorite topic for countless people.
When Trelawney's prophecy was confirmed again, it seemed to be silently mocking Umbridge's lack of vision.
More importantly, in the prophecy left by Sybill Trelawney, Umbridge's fate was not good.
Now wherever Umbridge went in the castle, she could hear people whispering about the prophecy left by Trelawney and discussing her tragic end of dying in Azkaban prison.
This made Umbridge extremely annoyed. Even if she forbade people to discuss Trelawney's prophecy, it was useless. Every time she passed by, she could still hear some gloating laughter.
What made Umbridge feel even worse was that the headmaster's office was automatically closed and she could no longer get in. It seemed that even Hogwarts Castle was resisting her becoming the headmaster, making Umbridge's temper become particularly irritable.
"I think she wants to sit in the headmaster's office," Hermione said disgustedly, "and she wants to bully all the teachers. This stupid, arrogant, power-hungry toad will pay the price sooner or later."
"Can you understand our good intentions now?" Fred teased with a smile.
"There should be no mercy towards Toads." George added, "Oh, by the way, I just met the Malfoy kid. He was wearing the Investigative Task Force badge distributed by Toads and deducting points from people."
"How's Ginny?" Ron was more concerned about his sister.
"It's okay. The truth serum didn't affect her. We plan to teach those so-called investigation teams a lesson first. Do you want to join us?"
"Count me in," said Harry.
Ron muttered, "Next time I see Percy, I'm going to teach him a lesson."
"You can hang him up and whip him," George said with a grin, "and then I can provide you with a belt."
"Harry, Toad is now eager to find something to hold against you and kick you out of school." Hermione warned, then looked at Albert for help.
"It's too early. Now is the best opportunity for you to promote the toys in the joke shop." Albert ignored Hermione's gaze and said calmly, "If you want to sell well in the future."
Fred and George looked at each other, nodded and said, "You're right, this is a rare opportunity."
Hermione looked at Albert stupidly, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"What's wrong?" Albert asked.
"Nothing, just a little... incomprehensible."
"You mean they're planning to drop out of school?" Albert asked.
"right."
"I felt like my mother was going to scold me to death."
Ron felt that Fred and George's decision was crazy, but he also knew what their confidence was.
"Why do you study?" Albert suddenly asked. Without waiting for Hermione to answer, he continued, "For them, studying is to make money, to realize their dream of opening a joke shop. They are now only one step away from this dream. Do you think they still care whether they graduate or not?"
"Wesley, what would you choose between dropping out of school for 5,000 Galleons and continuing to go to school?" Albert continued to ask.
"Probably continue going to school!" Ron hesitated for a long time before speaking.
"Are you sure?" Albert asked with a smile.
"Okay, I'll take five thousand Galleons," Ron said dryly.
"Ron..." Hermione looked at Ron in disbelief.
"Even if you work at the Ministry of Magic, you don't get much salary a month," Ron sighed.
"That's the truth."