The wizards from the special investigation team gathered in groups of three or three at the door of Umbridge's office. They all received the news of the call. However, after waiting for a long time, the door of Umbridge's office was still closed.

Emily leaned quietly against the wall with her long curly eyelashes trembled slightly. Pansy was next to her, but she never dared to touch her head like before, treating Emily with a childlike attitude. Since the night of her first party at Umbridge before Christmas, she accidentally saw Emily sitting in front of the makeup mirror with a expressionless face, suddenly showing a sweet smile, constantly practicing to say "a basket of kisses" in different tones, she could no longer treat this little girl nicknamed Sweet Bear as a innocent and ignorant little girl. Now, I think about it, some time ago, Emily told the members of the Special Investigation Action Team that the Gryffindor Quidditch players did not like her just to make her brother Allen's team win easily in the next game.

As if she noticed Pansy's gaze, Emily looked up and gave Pansy an equally sweet smile, then frowned, and pointed the ground with her little leather boots: "Pansy, I'm a little tired from standing."

"I'll ask," Pansy simply stood up and walked to Umbridge's office door to reach out and was about to knock on the door, but she heard the sound of Umbridge talking to a male voice coming from the door. She wanted to hear it more clearly, but the voice stopped abruptly. She hesitated for a moment, knocking on the door three times, and the third knocking sound had just dropped, and a dazzling fire burst out from the crack of the door.

Umbridge's voice came from the room: "Please wait for me for a while."

After a lot of time passed after the flames disappeared, the office door was opened. Umbridge pulled Ron's collar with a dazed expression and walked out. His expression was no longer as proud as before, but seemed to be full of worries.

"Agus, please take you to encircle all the entrances and exits on the eighth floor of the castle." Umbridge explained a few words to Argus Filch, handed Ron in his hand to Crab and Gore, and ordered, "Look at him, my boys."

"Miss Ekemo, you're following Miss Parkinson." Umbridges grabbed a girl who had been burying her head in her collar outside her own company and pushed her to Pansy.

Umbridge left the office with his head held high and gave Felch a look that looked at everyone. Felch nodded understandingly.

"It seems that Porter is doomed this time, but even if Allen knows, he will not blame us." Pansy noticed the eye contact between Umbridge and Felch, and understood the other party's intention to let Felch monitor their special investigation teams.

"Sizzling bee candy." Umbridge said rhythmically, standing in front of the principal's office; the stone monster jumped to the side, and the wall behind it cracked in half. She walked up the moving stone staircase and came to the bright door. There was a sphinx beast knocker on the door, but Umbridge didn't take time to knock on the door, so she took a step and broke straight in.

The office was crowded with people. Dumbledore sat peacefully behind the table, his slender fingers folded together. Professor McGonagall stood beside him with a very nervous expression. Minister of Magic Connelly Forge stood by the fire, shaking back and forth excitedly, obviously very satisfied with the current situation. Rufus Sclinger and several other wizards dressed in Aurors stood on both sides of the gate like guards, and several TV staff were holding cameras to capture what was happening in front of them.

Freckled and glasses, Percy Weasley walked around excitedly by the wall, holding a quill and a thick roll of parchment in his hand, obviously ready to record at any time.

"I have sent someone to surround the eighth floor," Umbridge said. There was a very inappropriate excitement in her tone.

"Very good." Fudge said appreciatively, "Then, Dumbledore, we found an illegal student organization in this school, which is said to be called D.A, the Dumbledore Army. Maybe you can tell me what's going on?"

"Oh, Dumbledore's army?" Dumbledore's face showed an incredible expression, as if he knew nothing, and was very surprised.

"Minister, I think," Umbridge said softly beside Fudge, "if we go straight to the scene, maybe we'll be going faster."

"Yes, yes, go." Fudge nodded, signaling Umbridge to lead the way. He glanced at Dumbledore maliciously, "Nothing can be seen with your own eyes, right, Dumbledore? And, please bring your bird with you."

Fudge raised his chin in the direction of Fox, "Let's go." The Ministry of Magic came up directly. Umbridge took this risk so that Dumbledore was to avoid Dumbledore using Phoenix's abilities to make Harry Potter and the others escape. It was not until Fudge and the others went to the principal's office to stare at Dumbledore that she dared to take real action. After all, she had just seen Phoenix's abilities in her office, and for this reason she had to carry Foggy on her back and agreed to some unreasonable conditions that she thought were unreasonable.

After calming down, Umbridge took the lead, and a group of people followed her and rushed straight to the fourth floor with great momentum.

All requests are met indoors. Harry and the others are practicing the patron spell. Suddenly Hanna rushed in and shouted in horror: "We are surrounded. I just saw Felch outside with those people from the Special Investigation Operation Team surrounding this place. It seems that Umbridge is no longer satisfied and let Felch guard the place alone!"

Everyone stopped practicing and stared at Hannah blankly.

"It must be Umbridge who discovered something. Will it be related to the new interrogation notice?" Harry said frowningly, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Although they saw the notice in the afternoon, they didn't care much. He believed that no one would be willing to betray them for Umbridge. As Gryffindor, he did not intend to surrender and change his original training plan.

Simo looked around the room: "Ron hasn't come over yet, so he won't be caught?"

"Don't forget that Ron is often late." Neville defended Ron.

Qiu Zhang looked pale, she raised her hand and said, "Marietta is not here yet, she is not late."

"What should I do now?" Hannah said shrillly, and she felt a little scared at the thought of Umbridge's punishment.

Harry stood up and glanced at the panicked people, looking very calm: "Anyway, they can't get in!" But the wand that was turning crookedly in his hand betrayed him. He couldn't think of a good idea for a moment, but instead he had the idea of ​​"It would be great if Hermione or Allen were here."

"Why should we guard this empty corridor?" Dumbledore asked calmly, cageing his hands.

Umbridge pulled Ron, who was still in a daze, to the front, "Ron Weasley, he told me tonight, in a secret room called the House of Responsibility on the eighth floor of the castle, the illegal organization called D.A, which was simply called D.A, was usually held by Mr. Harry Potter."

Dumbledore glanced at Ron in a daze and said in a low voice: "Looking at Mr. Weasley's current state, I'm afraid his words cannot be used as evidence. The credibility is not high. Obviously, this is not from his own wishes. In addition, I seriously suspect that Mr. Weasley was illegally used by someone. Hogwarts's ban on squirting drugs is protected and recognized by the laws issued by the British Ministry of Magic."
Chapter completed!