harleyscars Chapter 484 Fudge's Intentions
Chapter 484 Fudge's Intentions
Chapter 484 Fudge's Intentions
Actually, besides Hermione, Celeste was also very curious about what was happening outside while they were at school.
So that very evening, he wrote Lupin an envelope and sent it through Harry's Hedwig.
"It's a pity that the wizarding world only has the Daily Prophet." Hermione sighed softly, watching Hedwig's figure gradually disappear into the night sky. "If only there were more sources of information that would let us know the true situation outside."
Her words were overheard by Fred and George, who were passing by, and they both looked over at the same time.
"Of course we have them."
"For example—what about 'Singing a Different Tune'?"
"Honestly, we never realized we'd been overlooking such a wonderful magazine!"
"What did you say?" Hermione was initially delighted, but when she heard the name of a certain magazine, she looked doubtful.
"You're not talking about that garbage magazine with its baseless, utterly nonsensical content, are you?!"
“We don’t think so,” Fred said seriously, shaking his head. “I admit, there are some things in The Quibbler that are—well, different from the norm.”
"But it's still very useful if you can ignore the unimportant things."
"At least we'd be happy to spend the money to order a copy."
Clearly, it would be difficult for them to convince Hermione of a fact she had already accepted based on just a few words.
Fred and George realized this as well, so they left immediately after expressing their thoughts.
At the same time, a translucent, pearly white ghost head popped out from under the floor and was almost stepped on by Fred.
"Oh, what a pity—" Fred blurted out, as if it were a great regret.
"You should apologize, you rude little guy," said Nick, who was almost headless.
"Well, I'm sorry, Sir Nicholas," Fred said, "but please, next time, could you come in through the proper channels?"
"For ghosts, this is the normal way," Nick, who was almost headless, said nonchalantly, while glancing at the other group of people.
"Mr. Ollivander, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger, the headmaster needs to see you. You'd better hurry over—oh, by the way, the password is 'Fluffy Peppermint,' don't forget it."
After saying that, the ghost disappeared again, disappearing under the floor, leaving Xilun and the others looking at each other in confusion.
"What does Headmaster Dumbledore want with us?" Ron asked, puzzled.
"He probably wants to inquire about what happened in Hogsmeade this morning," Siron said. "After all, there's nothing else at this hour that would warrant us making a special trip there."
"Shall we go?"
"Of course," Hermione was the first to stand up. "Let's go."
She looked—seemed a little agitated?
The group walked from the passageway to the outer corridor and headed towards the principal's office.
"What did Nick, who almost lost his head, mean by the password?" Ron suddenly realized something and asked, "Could the principal's office be behind a portrait, Olivier (the fat lady's good friend)?"
"Almost, but safer than the portrait," said Siren, who was walking at the front.
This was his second visit to the principal's office recently, and he parked in front of the gargoyle stone beast with practiced ease.
"Fluffy Tooth Peppermints," he said.
The ugly stone sculpture immediately stood up and jumped to the side, revealing the spiral staircase behind it.
Xilun didn't think anything of it, but the remaining three people were different, all showing surprised expressions.
Ron and Hermione, who were visiting the headmaster's office for the first time, widened their eyes and curiously looked around at everything.
"Come on up."
Xilun was the first to walk up the steps.
Once he got there, he could vaguely hear voices, and the voices became clearer as he went up.
When they arrived at the top oak door, the sound seemed to be right next to their ears.
"Dumbledore, I don't understand why this matter needs to be investigated."
The speaker was Fudge, and you could tell he was very agitated.
"Isn't it obvious? The Death Eaters had an internal conflict and killed that traitor Crouch. It's that simple, isn't it? The bad guys got what they deserved, and everyone will cheer for this good news!"
"But that's not the truth, Cornelius," Dumbledore said.
His voice was still the same as before, calm and gentle, only a little more tired.
"This is the truth!" Fudge shouted, almost roaring.
"Then how do you explain Barty's disheveled appearance and the last words he asked his students to convey?" Dumbledore asked calmly.
"Dear Headmaster Dumbledore, I believe that traitor said nothing." A sweet, cloying voice interrupted Dumbledore.
"In my opinion, it was just a show put on by a few students who wanted to show off. But I didn't expect that you would actually believe such a clumsy lie."
"That Harry Potter, the famous savior, I guess he's trying to boost his fame in this way—"
Harry overheard this from outside, and his face instantly turned bright red. He immediately pushed open the door.
"We didn't lie, and I don't need any of that so-called fame!" Harry glared angrily at Umbridge in the Headmaster's office, barely suppressing the urge to punch her in the face, and said, "Barty Crouch did say some things, I heard them all!"
Umbridge wasn't angry at being stared at like that; instead, he forced an even bigger fake smile onto his face.
"So, besides Mr. Potter, did everyone else hear it too?" she asked.
"I heard that too," Siron said.
"Two," Umbridge shook her head dramatically. "There were at least twenty students around, but they didn't hear a thing."
"That's because they're far away!"
“Darling, I don’t think so,” Umbridge said in a shrill voice.
Harry got even angrier.
"Also—" She glanced at Fudge, who was fiddling with his hat, and then, as if receiving some instruction, tilted her head back and continued, "Headmaster Dumbledore, have all the students at Hogwarts become so rude? It's one thing to not knock when you come in, but to yell at the people from the Ministry of Magic."
"As a staff member of the Ministry of Magic, I have reason to doubt whether you can truly teach students well."
Harry wanted to say something, but suddenly felt his arm being tugged. He then realized what was happening and stopped talking.
"Thank you for reminding me, Madam Umbridge." Dumbledore emerged from behind the desk and said softly, "I believe that Hogwarts students not only know how to treat others, but also how to discern whether someone has good intentions."
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