Until dawn, Mike didn't wait for Penelo's response, but just as he was bored playing with coins, the door of Umbridge's office was knocked again.

"Please come in."

With a crisp sound from Kaz, the door was opened, and the attacker who came in was the one who had previously entrusted the wand by Mc.

But the striker's current mental state looks not very optimistic.

I saw that his eyes were swollen and there was a circle of deep dark circles around him, and he looked extremely tired.

What's even more exaggerated is that at this moment, he was holding Mike's black thorn wand in his hand. Seeing his respectful look with his hands raised, Mike felt a little embarrassed.

"Sir, Minister Umbridge asked me to take you to the principal's office."

The striker said half-deadly.

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Mike's face.

Due to Dumbledore's absence, Hogwarts's principal's office has been closed. Now that Umbridge actually asked himself to go to the principal's office, the truth of the matter is already clear.

Dumbledore, come back!

"Yes, go!"

Mike left the room first and walked towards the principal's office, while the old striker continued to hold his wand and followed slowly.

I waited until the principal's office door before I heard it. After a while, the striker came to Mike in front of him, panting and said panting in front of him:

"Milk...cream mousse!"

The monster stone statue suddenly jumped aside when he heard this, and the wall behind it cracked, revealing the moving stone staircase inside.

Mc walked forward and meandered up the stairs.

Not long after, a door knocker with a lion beast appeared in front of him.

Mike gently pulled the door knocker until Dumbledore's familiar voice came from inside and Mike pushed open the door and walked in.

As soon as I entered the door, a wave of heat came to my face.

I saw more than a dozen people standing in groups of three or three in the spacious principal's office, including Dumbledore, a bald black wizard and a strong man who was obviously Auror, standing behind the eagle-foot table and saying something.

Not far from them, the chubby Minister Forge was shaking his legs by the fireplace.

He seemed very hot, and was constantly rubbing his bare forehead with his handkerchief, but he had no intention of leaving the fireplace.

Mike guessed that he should be very nervous and wanted to use the high temperature of the fireplace to cover up the fact that he was so nervous that he was sweating.

And beside him, Percy Weasley, with freckles and glasses, was walking around excitedly in the corner, holding a quill and a thick roll of parchment in his hand, obviously ready to record at any time.

The remaining people gathered not far from the inner gate, namely Professor Snape, Professor Umbridge, Professor McGonagall, Ron and Neville, and several Slytherin students responsible for escorting them.

Not only that, the portraits of the previous principals who used to pretend to be asleep every time Mike came on the wall did not continue to pretend to be asleep this time, but instead stared at everyone in the office seriously.

At this time, with Mike's arrival, everyone's eyes fell on him.

"Hello everyone!" Mike greeted calmly, then looked at Dumbledore, "Principal Dumbledore, why are you back?"

"Obviously, the Ministry of Magic has not had enough evidence. Although they can lock me up and collect or fabricate evidence slowly, many people still think that my old bone is useful, and think that when such accidents occur frequently, I should not be locked up, but should be released to make use of my remaining energy."

Dumbledore blinked at Mike mischievously, then looked at Forge by the fireplace with inquiring eyes.

"So, after discussions between the Wiesengamor Parliament and the Sir Merlin, I was released again! Am I right? Fudge."

Fudge didn't say anything, but just glared at Dumbledore fiercely, while Percy next to him was writing conscientiously.

"Ahem!"

At this time, a cough attracted everyone's attention. Umbridge raised his head slightly and said proudly to Mike with his nostrils:

"Mike, do you know what you made?"

Hearing this, Mike glanced at his head, pretended to be thinking hard for a while before he said slowly in an uncertain tone:

"Is it because I called you a toad?"

As soon as this was said, Snape and Dumbledore, who were originally serious, all the mouths rose up, and the portraits on the wall laughed unscrupulously, while Umbridge stared at Mike with wide eyes.

Her lips were trembling, as if she wanted to continue saying something, but Fuji, who was beside her, spoke first.

"Mike, we are all old acquaintances, so there is no need to make these false things. To be honest, you made a serious mistake this time. You set up an illegal organization in Hogwarts, attack the professors, and resist the Ministry of Magic...; any of this is enough for us to fire you from Hogwarts or even lock you up in Azkaban. So, let's be honest, as long as you tell everything you know, then I promise to be lenient in our previous friendship."

After saying that, Fuji looked at Mike with his hands crossed his chest, looking extremely confident.

However, what awaits his answer is...

"I think you might be wrong. I don't think I violate any of the Ministry of Magic's regulations. Oh! If Umbridge breaks the law like a toad, then I am indeed guilty."

"What did you say?" Fudge looked at Mike in disbelief, "Do you still think quibbling is useful?"

Mike shrugged helplessly, making Fauci even more angry.

"Minister, I don't think we need to be sluggish with him anymore." Umbridge walked up with a grin, "We have other witnesses, and he has already told them all."

"Really? That's great!"

Fudge clapped and then looked at Dumbledore with malicious intentions, and the latter shrugged like Mike before.

Umbridge quickly walked to Ron, who had been lowering his head since Mike entered the office, and slowly placed his hands on his shoulders.

Mike noticed that Ron shivered hard as Umbridge's hand touched Ron's shoulder.

"Ron Weasley, he and Neville Longbottom were discovered by us near the eighth floor. After some persuasion, Ron told us about the illegal gathering last night. I have to say that he is one of the few good kids in Hogwarts. He performed extremely well throughout the inquiry process, and sometimes even took the initiative to explain some interesting things." Umbridge said slowly in her delicate and disgusting voice, "Oh! By the way! I almost forgot! His brother Percy Weasley is your assistant, the one over there!"

As soon as this said, everyone in the office looked at Ron, and even the portraits on the wall were no exception.

The faces of everyone represented by Professor McGonagall were full of disbelief, especially Neville, whose chubby and tear-stained face was almost wrinkled.

Seeing this, Ron's head pressed down even lower, and crystal tears kept falling on the ground like pearls with broken threads.

"Ahh! This is so good!" Fudge excitedly slapped Percy who was recording on the side, and staggered the latter, "Percy, you brothers are really outstanding!"

"Where is it, my brother Ron has always been very outstanding. By the way, he is also the chief of Gryffindor. He told me that he admires you the most is Minister. It is because he can follow you one day that he will work so hard."

Foggy was very strong, and Percy rubbed his arms while smirking and bowed to Foggy and Umbridge.

"Really? Hahaha! This is so good!" Fudge laughed, "What an interesting young man! Let's do this, I will give him a job opportunity when he graduates. Well! You can write down this Weasley, and if I forget you can remind me! Hahaha!"

"Hehe! Thank you Minister!"

Percy and Foggy were chatting and laughing by the fireplace. When Ron, who had his head lowered, suddenly raised his head and looked at Foggy and Percy with hatred.

And the moment he looked up, Mike also saw his face clearly.

On his face, a series of dense purple pusses had crawled across his nose and cheeks, presenting the word "stolen" which made Ron's originally low appearance even worse!

"Merlin's beard..."

Both Forge and Percy were startled by this, and they took a step back together.

"Ahem! OK, these are not important!" Umbridge coughed lightly, pressing Ron's raised head heavily again, "The key is Ron's testimony!"

Umbridge opened a manual.

"According to Ron, shortly after school started, Mike summoned a large number of people to gather in the Pighead Bar in Hogsmeade Village in the name of the 'Black Magic Defense Group', and then held illegal gatherings in the room with requests. According to Ron, this kind of gathering has been going on for almost a whole year!"

"Ha! Mike! What else do you have to say now!"

Fuji jumped to the fireplace behind him excitedly, and then a burst of burnt smell came out.

Percy, who was beside him, hurried forward to help Fudge shoot the flames on his robe.

Mike did not reply, but looked at Ron.

He really didn't quite understand what Ron did and why he leaked such important information.

And just so happened that Ron, whose eyes were red and herpes on his face, also looked at Mike.

The two of them collided in the air, and Ron's face was full of shame, but Mike had no desire to look at him, and quickly moved away from his eyes.

Seeing this, Ron's expression became even more ugly, and tears kept flowing out of his red eyes.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Mike! I'm sorry!" Ron cried, "I don't want to say it, but... but they tortured me crazy, woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-

While talking, Ron rolled up his sleeves and saw that there were several whip marks irregularly printed on his fair arm.

The whip marks were very light, and it can be seen that Umbridge had already used medicine for Ron before taking Ron here. Unfortunately, Umbridge obviously did not have the medical skills of Mrs. Pomfrey, and failed to completely disappear Ron's scars.

Now the whole office exploded, and everyone looked at Umbridge and Ron's arms in amazement.

The portraits on the wall reacted first, and an elderly witch cursed at Umbridge, and then more curses came from the mouths of other portraits.

"You dare to treat Hogwarts students like this!"

"You vicious woman, you should have been torn to pieces and feed the Fire Dragon!"

"Boy McGrath is right at all. You are just a toad, or a poisonous type!"

...

Listening to the scolding coming from all around, Umbridge's expression was extremely ugly, but she still had to keep smiling at this moment, because Forge was also looking at her with shock.

"Minister, listen to my explanation..."

Umbridge was only halfway through his words, Professor McGonagall interrupted:

"What else do you have to explain? Look at it yourself! That's the good thing you do? Tort the students and then force them to say what you want them to say?"

At some point, Professor McGonagall had untied Ron's coat, and saw that the thin body was covered with a large number of faint scars.

Neville's clothes were also taken off, and he had a lot of scars on his body, just like Ron, and the scars on his body were darker than Ron's.

This means that he said the torture he suffered was more painful than Ron!

Percy was stunned. He grew up and looked at his scarred brother, his eyes turning red.

At the same time, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to touch Ron's wound, but the latter hid away.

Looking at Ron's disgusting gaze, Percy silently lowered his head, retreated back to the corner and silently picked up the quill and parchment.

"It seems that some scum appeared in your team, Foggy." Dumbledore frowned and looked at Foggy with a serious face. "Abusing students, betrayed, falsely accused and fabricated evidence. I think these charges are enough to imprison her in Azkaban!"

After saying that, he looked at Umbridge again, with anger in his eyes,

"I've never seen someone as dirty as you in my heart, Umbridge, I promise to make you pay the price, I do what I say!"

Umbridge's expression became extremely frightened. She waved her arms in panic to cover Neville and Ron's upper bodies again, but Professor McGonagall slapped them away!

Then she turned her begging eyes to Forge, but the latter turned his head silently.

"No, no! You can't do this!" Umbridge roared, "There are two more important things I haven't said yet."

Fudge slowly turned his head back, and Umbridge saw this and seemed to have grabbed the last straw and shouted ":
Chapter completed!