As Kayson and Dumbledore left the office, Fudge was finally able to lean back in his chair and shout freely.
Kingsley, on the other hand, pulled out his wand and pointed it at the restrained Umbridge; he tried a Counter-Charm, but it was useless. Fortunately, the restraint spell itself lost its effect at that moment.
Umbridge pushed Kingsley away and shrieked as she rushed towards Fudge, sliding on her knees to his side.
"Minister? Minister, are you alright?"
Fudge looked at the culprit who had caused him such trouble and was filled with anger, but he was still the Minister of magic. If he were to vent his anger on a subordinate over such an objectively minor matter, who would dare to work for him in the future?
But to just swallow his anger? Fudge wasn't that magnanimous...
"I'm fine, help me sit up," Fudge said with difficulty.
Umbridge quickly pulled Fudge into the chair.
"Go find a Healer!" she shouted at Kingsley after doing all that.
Kingsley shrugged and slowly left the office.
Scrimgeour looked around and also walked out. After all, if he didn't leave now, was he waiting for a scapegoat or overtime later?
"Umbridge, you... you..." Fudge said hoarsely.
"Minister, I'm here, please speak," Umbridge quickly replied.
"You will go to Africa and South America, splitting into two teams, as diplomatic envoys," Fudge said.
"Minister, I'll split into two teams?" Umbridge asked, bewildered.
"Hmm? Didn't you say I should just speak? Of course, if you don't want this task, I have another job for you," Fudge continued.
"Minister, another task..."
"To be precise, two: Department of Mysteries Veil of Death Explorer, and Avada Kedavra Close-Range Observer. Choose one," Fudge said, gasping for breath.
"Then... Minister, can I still be a diplomatic envoy?" Umbridge forced a smile that was even uglier than her usual one.
"Go quickly!"
"Yes!"
Umbridge scurried out of the office.
On the other side...
"The Sorting Ceremony, officially begins!"
Professor McGonagall was sorting the students below, while Dumbledore and Kayson, along with a large group of Professors, were slacking off at the Professor's table.
After all, most of those who could be a Professor at Hogwarts also had a seat in the Wizengamot.
He was already preparing for the Wizengamot hearing at this very moment.
"So, if Fudge and his people really intend to pursue this, how should you vote?"
"We know how to vote without you telling us, and others should make the same choice as us. They still know how to distinguish between a foolish politician and a Professor who genuinely cares for the Little Wizards," Professor Flitwick said very calmly, seemingly having a rough prediction of the Wizengamot's verdict.
"But will Fudge and his people really choose to escalate this matter? It's clear they're not in the right here. Keeping the peace is the best option, otherwise, he'll be cursed by the entire magic world," Remus Lupin asked, puzzled.
"Mr. Remus Lupin, when will your beastly brain truly clear up? Or is it that your human brain is not as sharp as your Werewolf brain? Did Kayson's enchantment book remove your brain along with your Werewolf nature?" Professor Snape elegantly put a sausage into his mouth and retorted.
"Oh... Esteemed Professor Snape, what is your brilliant insight?" Fudge took a deep breath, repeatedly telling himself not to get angry.
"Regarding the current Ministry of Magic, led by Fudge, if it weren't for the various department heads feigning compliance, this magic world would have long been in chaos. Therefore, such a person cannot be judged by common sense."
"A cowardly person, an arrogant person, a stubborn person, a foolish person. His foolishness is not only in his inability to see what he is truly doing, but also in his inability to see what the optimal solution is at the moment."
"And such a foolish person, who acts on whims, blindly believes in the Ministry of Magic's authority, blindly believes in rules, and likes to make impulsive decisions, will 100% choose to appeal to the Wizengamot."
"And as I said, his foolishness is so great that he can't even remember who the Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot is."
As Professor Snape finished his long discourse, Dumbledore couldn't help but puff out his chest.
"I wonder which clever person supported such a fool back then."
Dumbledore let his chest fall again.
After Professor Snape's successful double lecture, which brought him fame, a cheerful atmosphere filled the entire Professor's table.
At this moment, Professor McGonagall finally finished the Sorting Ceremony, and a large number of owls flew into the Great Hall, delivering urgent editions of The Daily Prophet to everyone's hands.
"Oh... it seems Fudge really did that foolish thing," Professor McGonagall muttered while staring intently at the newspaper.
"But seriously, this time the newspaper is quite fair. From Sirius's escape from prison, to Fudge and Dumbledore deciding to station Dementors at Hogwarts, then to Kayson's warning letter to Fudge and Dumbledore's reminder letter to Fudge."
"Finally, there was the Dementor anomaly on the Hogwarts Express route, and Kayson and Dumbledore going to Fudge's office one after another to cut off his arm, and then St. Mungo's discovering that the wound was tainted with a special curse magic, which could only heal, not recover... and then Fudge's decision to go to the Wizengamot to sue Kayson."
Professor McGonagall recounted everything written in The Daily Prophet completely, and what was written there was not just similar to what happened in reality, but exactly the same word for word.
"This time The Daily Prophet is really serious."
"The journalist who wrote this edition of The Daily Prophet is Joanne Kathleen Rowling, one of The Daily Prophet's few fair journalists, and it must be that other journalists didn't dare to take on such a hot potato, so they let her write it," Professor McGonagall explained.
"All in all, she wrote it very well. The people of the magic world know the truth, and the upcoming Wizengamot trial will be very beneficial to Kayson," Dumbledore said.
"Yes, I can see that," Professor Sprout said with a smile, because the Little Wizards below, upon seeing this freshly published newspaper, were already enraged. They knew that Kayson had personally gone to Fudge's office and cut off his arm to protect them, and now Fudge was going to sue Kayson in the Wizengamot, so they all began to curse Fudge.
"I'll have to write to my old friends in the Wizengamot later," Dumbledore said quietly.
"I will also write to the Potion Association... and the Slug Club," Professor Snape said concisely.
"The Transfiguration Association will also help, don't worry, Kayson," Professor McGonagall patted Kayson's shoulder.
"And the Herbology Association and the Ravenclaw Mutual Aid Society," Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick also comforted him.
"Actually, you don't have to do this, I'm not afraid... Well, I'll have to write to the Europe Alchemy later too."
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