Chapter 1124 Stupid, Bad, and Selfish

It is better to hope that Voldemort will change his ways than to hope that the British Ministry of Magic will come to its senses. As soon as Vincent finished speaking, Umbridge got furious, literally furious.

Her fluffy and elegant hair was like a spring, pushing the black velvet bow hairpin on it up and flying away. Her flabby face was exaggeratedly wrinkled because of her ferocious expression.

"You say I am narrow-minded? What do you, a student, know? My contribution to the wizarding world is obvious to all. What right do you have to say that I hinder the development of individuals and society?"

"Contribution?" Vincent sneered. "Do you mean flattering your superiors and abusing your power for personal gain?"

He glanced at the Wizengamot members and said, "Senior Undersecretary Umbridge, I heard that you had a chance to join the Wizengamot this year, but you were too greedy and even took advantage of the Department of Magical News. You almost ruined the reputation that the Ministry of Magic has worked so hard to build over the years."

She is able to stay in the Ministry of Magic even after committing such a serious crime. She must be very good at flattering people.

"I...I..." Umbridge was speechless, as if something had been struck in the vitals.

Seeing her ugly appearance, Fudge regretted so much that he wanted to strangle himself 15 minutes ago.

"You...you..." Umbridge, with a pale face, seemed useless to him.

She stammered for a long time without saying a word. In order to minimize her influence on the Ministry of Magic, she decided to shut up.

"Ah——" Umbridge's scream, comparable to that of a banshee, suddenly rang out.

The Wizengamot members who were closer felt dizzy, and even Fudge's eardrums hurt because of the scream.

"False accusation!" Umbridge's eyes were red, just like a demon that eats flesh and drinks blood. "Wayne! Do you know how serious a crime it is to frame a senior official of the Ministry of Magic?"

It took her a long time to come up with this excuse. Her brain must be full of fat.

"Do you know what a ridiculous lie you have made up? Do you think you can cover up the unspeakable secrets between you and Dumbledore?"

Umbridge craned her neck. "I'm telling you, don't even think about it! I will definitely dig out your secrets!"

Being bad is not scary, the key is being bad, stupid, and selfish.

Vincent looked at the wonderful expression on Fudge's face with great interest, and chose to ignore Umbridge who was stretching her neck to bite him. "Hearing Moderator, I feel that my personal safety is seriously threatened. I ask you to take Senior Deputy Minister Umbridge out immediately."

His commanding tone made Fudge's expression even more interesting.

I was obviously very angry but I had to hold it in. It would definitely be bad for my health if I continued to hold it in.

Fudge gently covered his chest, his tone was particularly cold, "Senior Deputy Minister Umbridge, if you don't want to be asked to leave, control your emotions."

Umbridge thought she had heard it wrong and that he should come to help her.

The crime of framing a senior official of the Ministry of Magic is much more serious than the crime of spreading rumors and creating panic. If Vincent is sent to Azkaban, no wizard will dare to claim that Voldemort has returned.

Her idea was beautiful, but the reality was not as simple as she thought.

The Wizengamot of the Wizarding Supreme Court was involved in this hearing, so even Fudge could only act secretly and did not dare to do it openly.

"Senior Undersecretary Umbridge?"

Fudge's emotionless words made Umbridge's legs go weak.

Everyone knew that she was Fudge's mouthpiece. Her own embarrassment was not a big deal, but it was a big deal if she brought shame upon the Ministry of Magic as well.

She staggered into a chair and then slid down to the cold floor in an ungraceful manner.

"Minister Fudge… I…"

“I am now the hearing moderator.”

Umbridge shuddered, then stumbled back into her chair.

It was true that she had used her position to have the Department of Magical News change its newspaper supplier, but the truth was that she had framed Vincent for the crime of accusing a senior official of the Ministry of Magic.

Not all members of the Wizengamot were Fudge's people, and Fudge himself wasn't very clean, so how could he expose her abuse of power for personal gain?

But judging from her pale face but still staring at Vincent fiercely, she seemed unaware of what she had done wrong.

In her eyes, the members of the Wizengamot, like her, had achieved their current positions by unscrupulous means.

People with malicious intentions see everything as a conspiracy. They are so evil that even Voldemort has to admit defeat.

Fudge is really good at making people like this shut up.

Vincent shrugged regretfully at Dumbledore.

"Professor, I finally understand that this hearing is a farce."

Dumbledore shook his head. "Farce can also play a role. Your aggressive attitude may bring backlash from public opinion."

Vincent leaned back in his chair with his hands crossed, "I don't care what others think now, and I'm not the only one who is being retaliated against."

Although Umbridge cannot represent the Ministry of Magic, her ugly behavior has indeed demonstrated her unreasonable side.

Since even such a stupid and bad person can hold a high position, it is obvious that the Ministry of Magic is not as clean as Fudge said.

The two people's voices were not loud, but they reached Fudge's ears very clearly.

He covered his chest with his hands and pulled up the purple robe that symbolized the Wizengamot. "Regarding whether there is any inside information about the hearing party, Vincent Edward Wayne, serving as the chairman of the school board, we will focus on investigating it after the hearing."

"Now -" he stared at Dumbledore and Vincent with a sinister look, "we should vote.

Please raise your hands if you agree that the two parties to the hearing spread rumors and created panic. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Fudge raised his hand.

After him, a dozen members of the Wizengamot raised their hands.

There were 40 people present in total. If it weren't for Doggie, Machiban and Ogden, this fabricated charge might have been established.

Vincent gave Dumbledore a thumbs up, "Great, Professor. Let's go to the Hog's Head Inn to celebrate later."

Fudge's facial muscles trembled wildly.

"Those who agree that the charges are not established, please——"

With a bang, the door of the tenth courtroom was roughly pushed open.

Scrimgeour ran up to Fudge, breathless, as if something urgent had happened.

Vincent moved his fingers so that their conversation could be transmitted quietly.

"Mr. Minister, this is an emergency. The Dementors have collectively left Azkaban. The prison's defense system is on the verge of collapse. We need to send reinforcements as soon as possible."

Fudge's hands, which were clutching his purple robe, dropped weakly, his lips trembling slightly, "What's going on? We have an agreement with the Dementors, how dare they leave without permission?"

Scrimgeour took a deep breath. "My guess is that someone took advantage of the hearing to attract outside attention and quietly reached a new agreement with the Dementors."

There are not many wizards who can do this. Dumbledore in the witness stand is one of them, and Voldemort, who he claims has returned, is also one of them.

Fudge's eyes went dark and he swayed for a while with a pale face.

If it was really Voldemort's work, then it would be a big deal.

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