Rebirth of the Harry Potter

The pink toad on Fudge's right leaned forward.

It's really a big toad that has become a spirit.

The face is wide, loose skin, thick bags under the eyes drooping, layer by layer. Her eyeballs protrude outwards, which is the finishing touch to her toad image.

There were young wizards who saw Umbridge for the first time, and they paled and hid behind their elders.

With trembling lips, he said, "How could there be a toad spirit in the Ministry of Magic!"

"Hush! Silence!!" The old wizard hurriedly stopped the young wizard from speaking.

They whispered solemnly: "Don't, don't let that woman hear you commenting on her like that."

Facing the puzzled eyes of the young wizard, they didn't explain too much, but said: "You just need to keep this in mind, otherwise, that woman will definitely make your life worse than death."

"Isn't she the Senior Deputy Minister of Magic? Isn't she more powerful than Cornelius Fudge?" The young wizard said dissatisfied.

A maverick middle-aged wizard who always wore a cloak and hood to cover half of his face even in such a dark environment said in a sinister tone: "She is infinitely more vicious than Cornelius Fudge!"

The young wizard went to look at the speaker. The middle-aged wizard shook his hood, and the young wizard saw the creepy half of his face.

That half of the face was engraved with dense rows of small red characters, like a blood-sucking iron nematode. If you look at it for a while, you will have the illusion of bloodworms wriggling.

The young wizard wondered what it said, but the middle-aged wizard had already covered his face again.

And the wizards around seemed to know what this wizard had gone through, and they didn't show any surprise at all.

The young wizard knew, at least a little bit, that it must be thanks to Umbridge, and that he must not mess with that pink toad.

...

Umbridge's voice was high-pitched, like the harsh sound of wire piercing glass.

Harry frowned deeply.

His eardrums were about to hurt.

You must know that there are more than a dozen guardian spells resident on Harry,

indestructible.

And Umbridge hurt him just by sound.

So...Harry immediately decided to make this girl speechless again.

There are hundreds of ways for a wizard to make a person speechless, and the easiest way is to make her dumb.

Doesn't anyone really think that Harry just kills people casually? Harry wasn't that kind of guy.

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Over there, Umbridge was still shouting, unleashing her destructive power to her heart's content.

"Dumbledore! I think you are really old-fashioned!"

"Do you know the concept of eight million Galleons?"

"Do you know how much the GDP of the British wizarding world was last year!"

"Just because he is a small prisoner in Azkaban, he wants the Ministry of Magic to pay him so much money, haha, dreaming!"

"A thousand gold Galleons! One more copper Nat, let him go!"

Umbridge leaned forward, his hands resting on the table, his face contorted.

Dumbledore said calmly, "Ah, yes. Eight million Galleons seems like a lot."

"But what is this compared to what Sirius suffered?"

"He was a fighter against Lord Voldemort and he was treated so unfairly."

"In thirteen years, what he lost was freedom, beauty, hope, humanity, soul... and what about the Ministry of Magic? What he lost was just some cold coins! Let me tell you, these Galleons are not even worth a fraction! 8,350,000 Galleons, one copper Knut is missing, you go to the mine to dig it!"

Dumbledore looked around at all the wizards, suddenly softened his tone, and said, "You don't need any compensation... As long as there is any wizard present, he is willing to go to Azkaban for 13 years! I won't say anything."

"Are you okay, David!" Dumbledore looked indifferently at the man who wanted to watch him play, the short and fat male wizard with a big black beard.

The black-bearded wizard didn't expect Dumbledore to ask him suddenly, and he couldn't help but feel isolated in the public.

He was at a loss, and looked at the wizards around him for help. Unexpectedly, all the wizards around him opened their bodies at this moment and stood him in it.

"Of course you can't!" Dumbledore said indifferently: "You still have two old sows to take care of, don't you?"

Even though they knew the occasion was inappropriate, some wizards still laughed.

The face of the black-bearded wizard turned purple like pigskin.

"Are you okay, Edith!" Dumbledore turned the question to the curly-haired witch again.

The witch was still laughing at Dumbledore's irony of the black-bearded wizard just now, but the next moment, the ball kicked to her side.

Her mind went blank. The blank eyes are like a fool.

"Of course you can't do it! The group of chimpanzees in the attic of your house are still waiting for you to satisfy." Dumbledore said mercilessly, saying words that did not match his status as the "greatest wizard".

The male wizard in the courtroom stared straight at the curly-haired female wizard as if he had discovered a new world.

It's really unexpected, it turns out that she is such a witch...

Then Dumbledore moved his eyes, and wherever he saw, the wizards either kept their heads down, or looked up at the sky, as if two suns appeared in the sky... Oh... I can't see the sky... That's okay ...

Every wizard knows that even a lunatic would not go to that ghostly place of Azkaban! I don't want to stay there for a second!

Dumbledore looked at Umbridge calmly.

Umbridge was a little nervous, but she was relieved that Dumbledore didn't ask her that question.

Dumbledore laughed mockingly: "It seems that you all know what Azkaban is, and how terrifying it is. So, do you still think my compensation proposal is too much?"

Many wizards shook their heads subconsciously: "Not too much..."

The courtroom fell silent. Dumbledore saw that no one was speaking, so he said lightly, "I've finished my words. Who agrees? Who opposes?"

Dumbledore just stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by all the powerful wizards in the entire wizarding world, but his figure was tall and straight, as towering as a mountain.

"I..." Amelia Bones broke the silence.

She raised her hand exactly as she had answered questions during her Hogwarts class.

Amelia Bones saw that she was repeating her old habit, and her serious face was a little red, so she quickly put her arms down.

Said: "...I agree."

The other wizards began to whisper, and finally the wizards above the seventh floor nodded slightly.

He said in his mouth, "Well..."

"I agree with..."

"As it should be..."

"agree……"

Umbridge's eyeballs were about to fall out, and she pointed her finger at the wizards below: "You...you...you..."

Fudge was much more interesting. He saw a group of energetic old wizards, all of whom were elders of the International Federation of Magic. It could be said that this was the only organization that could suppress him on the bright side.

He knew that even if he played a rogue and refused to admit his account, it would not work.

So, the issue of compensation was settled.

Dumbledore said: "Garon will be delivered to Sirius Black within a day."

Fudge didn't know why Dumbledore seemed so anxious. He deliberately refused and wanted to delay the time, but he also knew that Dumbledore was better than him in terms of understanding of the Ministry of Magic.

The various income of the Ministry of Magic are all stored in the logistics department, and they have not had time to deposit them in Gringotts.

Dumbledore must have known this.

"There is one more thing... this is also a matter of course..." Dumbledore looked at certain wizards and said, "That is the property of the Black family..."

"When Sirius was arrested and imprisoned, some families divided up all the property of the Black family. Now, it is time to return it!"

"All the manors, land, shops, house elves...everything must be returned one by one."

A platinum-haired wizard stood up. He was Lucius Malfoy.

His face was gloomy, and he said: "Those things have long been mixed with my own family's property, and I can't remember which ones belong to the Black family."

Dumbledore smiled slightly: "It's okay, it's a good thing we are wizards, not Muggles, and it's easy to know what was stolen from the Black house, isn't it, Lucius?"

"Don't lie to me, whenever this happens, I'm always grateful for the mystery of magic." Dumbledore smiled softly.

I don't know how many wizards who participated in the sordid division back then, seeing Dumbledore's smile, cursed fiercely in their hearts.

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