Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

Umbridge raised her chin, revealing her stubby toad neck, looking very proud.

"What? You are a Slytherin!" The old principal Black in the portrait had his heartbeat stopped. He wished he could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it right now, cursing and cursing that he was actually a Slytherin!

Another old headmaster who had trouble with Black had red hair and a mustache and mocked: "Phineas, look, this is your Slytherin, he is really carved out of the same mold."

"What did you say?" Blake ran into the portrait of the old principal and started a physical fight. The scene was very exciting for a time.

"Enough!" Dumbledore waved his wand, and a piece of red cloth covered all the portraits of the principals, preventing them from talking.

"Dolores, how can you conclude that Klein is lying?" Dumbledore said solemnly, "We must not frame any student."

Minister of Magic Fudge also set his sights on Umbridge to see what she could tell her about. She was his right-hand man, hoping to catch Albert.

"Minister, the dementors have seen it with their own eyes. If you don't believe it, ask them." Umbridge's high-pitched voice pierced her head, and Fudge couldn't help but pick his ears.

"Oh, I know this, and the Dementors also told me." Fudge nodded, "The evidence is conclusive, Klein, although you have made certain contributions to the magic world and won the Order of Merlin, but you But it caused greater harm..."

"Mr. Minister, the dementors said they saw it with their own eyes, but as far as I know, they actually don't have eyes, right? What's more, they don't have eyes or even ears. , what guarantee can they give that what they say is true?”

Albert asked back, cursing in his heart. If he had known there were dementors outside the window, he should have killed them all and eradicated them. Otherwise, where would there be the current trouble?

"Well, what you said makes sense..." Fuji, whose brain was not much bigger than the giant monster, couldn't figure out how the dementors could "see" human wizards.

But just give up?Absolutely not!

Fudge winked at Umbridge next to him, think of a way.

"Of course Dementors can identify wizards through happiness. Every wizard has different happiness, and they also use this to identify wizards."

Umbridge said sharply, and Albert didn't know if she was right, so he had to look at Dumbledore and saw him nodding seriously, and his heart sank.

He is just a 13-year-old little wizard with a low profile. In terms of status, he is not as good as the Minister of Magic. In terms of fighting experience, he is not as good as Umbridge who worked hard from the grassroots level.

He was extremely passive at the moment, and maybe he might actually enter Azkaban. "We can let the dementor come in and identify whether it is this Klein."

Umbridge continued to fake, she pursed her lips and said with a smile, but the words she said made Albert want to kick her.

"Absolutely not!" Dumbledore immediately refused, "This is absolutely impossible. There is no little Black here. I will never allow dementors to enter Hogwarts Castle. We have agreed, Cornelius."

"Connelly, they can't be sure whether they can see people accurately in this way. Likewise, we can't be sure whether the dementor is lying."

Dumbledore said, his eyes showing determination and not giving in.

"You would rather believe a dark magical creature than an innocent child. He is only 13 years old. Would he lie?

Is he capable of killing dementors?At his age, many people didn't even know the incantations of the Patronus Charm, let alone casting the spell and killing dementors! "

Dumbledore was very calm and did not roar, but his voice sounded extremely powerful and deafening. Albert noticed that Dumbledore's body was shaking slightly, probably suppressing his anger.

"Uh...ah...that's right, that's right, this..." Fudge stammered, he was frightened by Dumbledore.

"But Mr. Principal, this Klein has made great achievements in transfiguration. We have reason to believe that he has the ability to cast the Patronus Charm." Umbridge straightened the bow on her chest and said in a girlish voice.

"Shut up, Umbridge!" Fudge was furious, venting his anger on his subordinates.

"Connelly, you know, I have a phoenix, which is a wonderful creature. They advocate bravery and wisdom, and will sneer at liars. Why not let Fox see if Klein lied."

"This..." Fudge couldn't decide for a moment.

But Fox had already flown to Albert's shoulder and rubbed Albert's cheek affectionately, making Albert feel warm.

Last year, if Albert hadn't cleared away the ashes, the little bird Fox might have become the first phoenix to die of suffocation.

Fox has always had a special sense of familiarity with Albert and liked him very much, especially after the blood contract between Albert and Sander.

"You see, Fox likes Klein very much, which proves that he is not lying." Dumbledore's voice was very calm, he was very restrained, and his body could not help but tremble, as if he was ready to strike at any time.

In more than ten years, Fudge had never seen Dumbledore so angry, but thinking of the half-empty dementors in Azkaban, he felt fierce and said bravely:

"Dumbledore, you also know that there are many criminals in Azkaban who need dementors to guard them. Suddenly there are so many less, and there will be a gap in the defense force. I must... I must be responsible for those dementors."

"Are you responsible for those dementors?" Dumbledore asked, his body shaking even more violently, "So you want to work with them to frame a 13-year-old wizard?"

"No, Albus, listen to me..." Fudge said in a low voice. At this time, he had no confidence, and Umbridge was even less able to interrupt.

"The fact that you can become minister is a vote of all British wizards, and you should be responsible for them, not a group of dark magical creatures!

The dementors came out to capture the fugitive Sirius Black, not to absorb the happy emotions from the students. All the young wizards on the train at that time can testify that the group of dementors wanted to harm them. If you do this, you will make the parents how to think?What would it make wizards across the UK think? "

Fudge stuttered and said: "You are right, Dumbledore...

Klein is just a 13-year-old kid, how could he threaten those terrifying dementors?When I get back, I will strengthen the restraints on the dementors, strengthen the guards in Azkaban, and send a few more Aurors. "

Fudge and Umbridge arrived in a state of rage and now left in disgrace.

Albert watched them leave the office door. With his sensitive ears, he heard Umbridge's shrill voice, "Minister, we can use Veritaserum on that little wizard. We will definitely make him confess. He must have just confessed." It was a lie!

That phoenix must have been secretly assigned by Dumbledore, they were all acting! "

"Shut up, you idiot, Umbridge, I shouldn't have listened to you, come to Hogwarts, and got into trouble..."

The sound became smaller and smaller until it disappeared.

Albert looked at Dumbledore, breathed a sigh of relief, and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you, Professor, otherwise I might have been imprisoned in Azkaban."

Fawkes flew away from Albert's shoulder and landed on Dumbledore's desk. He turned over and rolled. The bird raised its head to the sky and made a "clucking" sound, as if laughing happily.

Dumbledore winked playfully, "You know, Albert, I've just been patient...

I almost couldn't hold it in. If I laughed out loud, it would be hard to explain to Fudge. "