Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

Putting down the cup, Augustus glanced at Fudge with a half-smile, and said indifferently, "Your Excellency's words are really unpredictable. What does this good word mean. I have poor understanding skills, so please give me your advice."

Fudge waved his hand viciously, and beckoned to Umbridge, "Did you bring anything?"

"It's all recorded in this crystal, Minister." Umbridge took out the crystal gloatingly, with a sense of satisfaction on his face that his revenge had been avenged.

"Do you know what this is?" Fudge glanced at Dumbledore who was sitting firmly behind the principal's desk, then turned to stare at Augustus, and placed the recording crystal in front of Augustus.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, you have called us here so late, just to enjoy such a piece of rhinestone? But it seems that you have found the wrong person. You should enjoy it with Professor Umbridge by the lake outside the castle. The night Wouldn't it be extremely chic to seduce people and be accompanied by a beautiful woman?"

Fudge glanced at Umbridge's ugly face, secretly disgusted.Turning around, he said angrily, "Augustus, don't play dumb here, this record crystal records all the places where you meet on the seventh floor every week, the evidence is true, no matter how perfunctory you evade , it's useless."

"Now, if you confess everything, it may give you a channel to solve it through judicial procedures. After all, your father and I still have some friendship. Of course, the premise is that you must explain everything clearly. The ghosts are very impressed with you, and I think handing you over to them will be the easiest way for either side." Fudge's low tone was threatening, and his patience was obviously exhausted.

Augustus leaned back in the chair, lifted the teapot on the table, and tilted it slightly. The fragrant green tea gradually filled the water cup. He picked up the cup, blowing away the hot air on the water surface, and looked over the cup surface to look at the cloudy tea at the bottom. "My lord, what are you talking about? Actually, I don't really understand. Of course, you may have been persuaded by others that recording crystals can be faked. Such things are completely useless even in the Wizengamot. If you sue the sole heir of the Julius family just because of such a so-called criminal evidence, I don’t think anyone in the entire Demon Federation will support you, what do you think, what I said, right?”

Looking at Augustus's calm and indifferent expression, Fudge really wanted to swear and say he was right. Unfortunately, as a public figure, it would be too unworthy to ruin the image he had built for a long time here.

"Minister, I think," said Umbridge softly from the side, "that perhaps we might get along a little faster if I brought the whistleblower along."

"Informant!" Fudge suddenly came to his senses, clapped his hands and said excitedly, "Yes, call the students who reported them," he said, and he glanced at Augustus maliciously, "Nothing can stand up A good witness, isn't it, Mr. Augustus?!"

Augustus lowered his head and sipped his tea, his handsome face remained indifferent, "Since Minister Connelly is right, he can't be wrong."

Everyone waited for a few minutes without looking at each other, and then Harry heard the door open behind him.Umbridge entered the room beside him, clutching the shoulder of Cho Chang's curly-haired friend, Marietta, who covered her cheek with her hands.

"Don't panic, dear, don't be afraid," Professor Umbridge said softly, patting her on the back. "It's all right now. You've done the right thing. The Minister is happy with you. He'll tell you You're a good girl, Mum. Minister, Marietta's mother," she added, looking up at Fudge, "is Mrs. Eckmore from the Floo office of the Department of Magical Transport—you know, she's helping us keep an eye on Hogwarts fires."

"That's great, that's great!" said Fudge enthusiastically. "Like a mother, like a daughter, eh? Well, tell me, come on, dear, hold up your head, don't be shy, let us hear you —Jesus!"

When Marietta looked up, Fudge jumped back in shock, almost falling into the fire.He cursed and stomped on the hem of his cloak, which was starting to smoke.Marietta wailed and pulled the collar of her gown up to her eyes, but before she could do so, a dense string of purple pustules had crawled across her nose and cheeks, revealing the word "Snitch", Make her face as ugly as possible.

"Tsk tsk," Augustus lowered his head to sip his tea, and his peripheral vision fell on Marietta's face, "It seems that this student has been greatly unfair. How can the Ministry of Magic treat an emissary of justice like this? Witness, tsk tsk."

Marietta looked at Augustus in awe, bowed her head and remained silent.

"Don't worry about the spots now, dear," said Umbridge impatiently, "pull the robe from your mouth and tell the minister—" But Marietta wailed again, desperately shaking his head.

"Hmph, well then, you silly girl, I'll tell them," said Umbridge grumpily.She quickly put on a disgusting smile and said: "That's it, Minister, our people saw clearly the appearance of this classmate in the recording crystal. In order to understand the situation, I personally sent her mother from the Ministry of Magic Shouted to the school, and after a pleasant negotiation, the lady told me about how they often meet in the Room of Requirement, unfortunately, at that time, these curses," she looked impatiently at Marietta's face hidden in her robe She waved her hand eagerly, "It started to work. After she suddenly saw her own face in my mirror, she never said a word."

Listening to Umbridge's narration, Augustus slightly tightened his white left hand holding the teacup, and then let it go slightly.

"Oh, yes," said Fudge, staring at Marietta with what he thought were amiable, benevolent expression, "your mother was a fine worker, my dear, and it is very brave of you to do so, Your behavior is quite right. Now, would you like to tell me what happened at the meeting? What was the purpose of the meeting? Who was there?"

But Marietta just quietly looked down at Augustus who was sitting in the chair, unwilling to speak.

"Have we broken the spell for this?" Fudge asked Umbridge impatiently, gesturing towards Marietta's face, "so she can speak freely?"

"I haven't been able to find it yet," Umbridge admitted reluctantly.

Augustus drank the tea in his teacup in one gulp, and suddenly pulled out the silver cane from his robe.Fudge, who had been paying attention to Augustus, woke up suddenly and shouted, "What are you doing!"

While speaking, he hurriedly hid behind Kingsley.