The pink toad to Fudge's right leaned forward.

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

Her face is wide, with loose skin, and thick bags under her eyes are layered layer by layer. Her eyeballs protrude outward, adding the finishing touch to her toad-like image.

Some young wizards who saw Umbridge for the first time turned pale and hid behind their elders.

With trembling lips, he said: "Why is there a toad spirit in the Ministry of Magic!"

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

They whispered seriously: "Never, never let that woman hear you commenting on her like this."

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

"Isn't she the Senior Under-Secretary of the Ministry of Magic? Is she more powerful than Cornelius Fudge?" the young wizard said with disbelief.

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

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

That half of the face is engraved with dense rows of small red characters, like iron worms that have sucked blood. If you look at it for a while, you will still have the illusion of blood worms crawling.

The young wizard was curious about what the words said, but the middle-aged wizard had already covered his face again.

The wizards around him seemed to already know what this wizard had gone through, and did not show any surprise at all.

The young wizard knew at least one thing, which must be thanks to Umbridge, and he must not mess with the pink toad.

…

Umbridge's voice was sharp, making a harsh sound like a wire piercing glass.

Harry frowned deeply.

His eardrums were hurt.

You must know that Harry has more than a dozen protective spells permanently attached to him, making him indestructible.

And Umbridge hurt him just with her voice.

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

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

No one really thinks that Harry kills people casually, right? Harry is not that kind of person.

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

"Dumbledore! I think you are really stupid!"

"Do you know what eight million galleons is?"

"Do you know what the GDP of the British wizarding community was last year?"

"Just because he is a little prisoner of Azkaban, he wants the Ministry of Magic to pay him so much money, haha, what a dream!"

"One thousand gold galleons! If I want one more copper knut, let him go!"

Umbridge leaned forward, supporting the table with her hands, and her face was distorted.

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

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

"He was a warrior who resisted Voldemort, but he was treated so unfairly."

"In thirteen years, what he lost was freedom, beauty, hope, humanity, and soul... But 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!

Eight million three hundred and fifty thousand galleons, one less copper nut, you go dig in the mines!"

Dumbledore looked around at all the wizards and suddenly said in a lighter tone: "It's okay if you don't want compensation... As long as any wizard here is willing to go to Azkaban and stay for thirteen years! I won't say anything else."

"Can you do it? David!" Dumbledore looked indifferently at the short, fat male wizard with a big black beard who wanted to watch his show.

The blackbeard wizard did not expect that Dumbledore would suddenly ask him. He couldn't help but feel isolated in a large crowd.

He was at a loss and looked at the wizards around him for help. Unexpectedly, all the wizards around him turned their backs and stood in front of him.

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

Although they knew the situation was inappropriate, some wizards still laughed.

The black-bearded wizard's face turned a purple-red color like pig skin.

"Can you do it? Edith!" Dumbledore shifted the question to the curly-haired witch again.

Just now, the wizard was still laughing at Dumbledore's sarcastic remarks about the blackbearded wizard. Unexpectedly, the next moment, the ball was kicked to her side.

Her mind was blank and her blank eyes looked like a fool.

"Of course you can't! That group of chimpanzees in the attic of your house are still waiting for you to satisfy you." Dumbledore spoke without mercy, saying words that were inconsistent with his status as the 'greatest wizard'.

The male wizard in the trial room seemed to have discovered a new world, staring straight at the curly-haired wizard.

I really can’t believe that she is such a witch...

Then Dumbledore moved his eyes. Wherever he looked, wizards would either lower their heads or look up at the sky, as if there were two suns 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 hellish place in Azkaban! He would not want to stay there for even a second!

Dumbledore looked at Umbridge calmly.

Umbridge was a little nervous, but to her relief, Dumbledore did not ask her this question.

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

Many wizards shook their heads subconsciously: "It's not too much..."

The courtroom fell silent. Seeing that no one was speaking, Dumbledore said calmly: "I have finished my words. Who agrees? Who objects?"

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

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

She raised her hands exactly as she did when she answered questions in class at Hogwarts.

Amelia Bones saw that she had committed her old habit again, her always serious face was a little red, and she quickly put her arms down.

Said: "...I agree."

The other wizards began to whisper among themselves, and finally the wizards above the seventh level nodded slightly.

He said: "Well..."

"Agree..."

"That's how it should be..."

"agree……"

Umbridge's eyes almost popped out. She pointed her finger at the wizards below: "You...you...you..."

Fudge was more knowledgeable. He saw a group of energetic old wizards, all elders of the International Federation of Magic. It could be said that this was the only organization that could openly suppress him.

He knew that even if he acted rogue and refused to admit his guilt, it would not work.

So, the matter of compensation was settled.

Dumbledore said: "Gallon will be delivered to Sirius Black within one day."

Fudge didn't know why Dumbledore seemed so anxious. He deliberately refused and wanted to delay, but he also knew that Dumbledore knew more about the Ministry of Magic than he did.

The Ministry of Magic's various profits are all stored in the Logistics Department, and have not yet been deposited in Gringotts.

Dumbledore must know this.

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

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

"All manors, land, shops, house elves...everything must be returned in small pieces."

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

He looked gloomy and said, "Those things have been mixed with my family's property for a long time. I can't even remember which things belong to the Black family."

Dumbledore smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter. Fortunately, we are wizards, not Muggles. If we want to know what was stolen from the Black family, it is easy, right, Lucius?"

"Don't lie to me, every time like this, I always feel grateful for the mystery of magic." Dumbledore smiled softly.

I don't know how many wizards who participated in that sordid separation that year saw Dumbledore's smile and cursed fiercely in their hearts.
Chapter completed!