Chapter 1247 Batman is Wayne!
Paranoia, also known as delusional disorder, is a serious mental illness in which patients hold persistent, strong beliefs that are inconsistent with reality, and these beliefs are usually difficult to change through realistic evidence or rational persuasion.
The causes of paranoia are complex, involving individual psychological factors, biological factors, etc. High-risk groups include those with a family history, those who have suffered major psychological trauma, or those who have been in a high-pressure environment for a long time.
The clinical symptoms of paranoia mainly include persistent, illogical delusions, such as the belief that one is being followed, framed, or infatuated with others.
Patients may experience anxiety, fear, abnormal behavior, and social impairment as a result. It is important to note that paranoia is not contagious; it is a mental illness caused by internal factors and is not transmitted through contact, air, or food.
Paranoia does not directly lead to death, but the suicidal behavior and accompanying mental health problems it may trigger can indirectly affect life safety.
Wizards viewed these kinds of mental illnesses as "vulnerable diseases" that Muggles were prone to. Pure-blood wizards even attributed mental illnesses to impure bloodlines, considering them a sign of "degeneration."
Although Fudge wasn't as extreme as them, he still moved his chair back slightly.
Umbridge, still accusing the Bat-Family of "crimes," seemed oblivious to his actions. She launched into a long list of 100 reasons why Batman had to die, the cause of which, of course, was being kissed by a Dementor, preferably under her supervision.
As Fudge listened, his thoughts drifted far away.
Whether Umbridge is delusional or not, she hasn't been able to return to Hogwarts to continue their plans lately.
As for the other special education commissioners, to be honest, Fudge didn't believe they could replace her role.
"I see!"
Umbridge's scream interrupted Fudge's train of thought.
"I know who Batman is!"
Fudge took a deep breath. "Who is he?"
Umbridge's loose skin taut, his facial features contorted as if being forcibly pulled by an invisible force. "It's him, Vincent Wayne! He must be Batman!"
Fudge's lips twitched violently.
Vincent is Batman? Didn't that guy run off to America from Hong Kong? When did he come back? Why isn't the Ministry of Magic receiving any news about him?
When Umbridge saw that he didn't believe her, she immediately listed various "evidence".
As everyone knows, Vincent is tall and the son of a Muggle arms dealer. He was trained in hellish ways from a young age to be his successor, and he could easily take down several wizards with his bare hands.
He was also an apprentice of the legendary alchemist Nicolas Flamel, so it was possible for him to invent all sorts of bizarre alchemical tools.
"He sneaked into Hogwarts without a sound, broke into my office... and those little gadgets he made, he was perfectly capable of devouring my magic."
Fudge asked with a hint of disbelief, "Dolores, what kind of magic did you cast on him?"
“Pink…” Umbridge suddenly shut her mouth.
The magical armor crafted by fairies is ineffective against dark magic, let alone devouring.
"Dolores?"
Umbridge's facial muscles twitched wildly as she clenched her teeth and mumbled "Crushing Curse."
"Hmm?" Fudge leaned a little closer. "Dolores, I didn't hear you. Say it again."
Umbridge's forehead veins bulged. "Minister Fudge, it's the Shattering Curse! His little alchemical gadget devoured my Shattering Curse!"
She calmed down a bit, "And those ghostly things that crawled into my body, I suspect they are some kind of extremely evil black magic artifact."
Fudge's face was full of absurdity, the kind of absurdity that is undisguised and naked.
He rubbed his temples, looking both helpless and amused. "Dolores, do you really think that's possible?"
Umbridge knew it was absurd, but without this explanation, nothing made sense.
Her emotions surged again. "Minister Fudge, I'm 100% certain that Batman is Wayne. I have proof! That chin... even if he were reduced to ashes, I'd still recognize it as his chin!"
"Alright." Fudge waved for her to lie back on the hospital bed. "Dolores, you should rest well for the next few days and stop overthinking."
Umbridge, lying on the hospital bed, stared blankly at Fudge's retreating figure.
Her minister didn't believe her? He even dismissed her tragic experiences as mere fantasy?
"Minister Fouché, I..."
Fudge quickened his pace and slammed the door shut.
Umbridge stared blankly at the white, empty hospital room.
Suddenly, as if she had heard a sound, she panicked and curled up under the covers.
"Dolores Umbridge..."
That deep, hoarse voice, as if coming from the depths of hell, rang in her ears again.
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The gloom that had shrouded Hogwarts was finally dispelled; the dark clouds dispersed, and the clear skies arrived as expected, illuminating every corner of the castle.
Outside the auditorium, Filch, who hadn't done this in a long time, was carrying a bucket and cleaning the floor with even more effort than usual.
When McGonagall "unfortunately" announced that Umbridge was traumatized and would need to rest at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries for some time, the cheers that erupted in the Great Hall nearly lifted the ceiling.
The professors at the staff table visibly relaxed, and Flitwick excitedly stood on a chair, using his wand to direct the floating sausages to spell out "Goodbye Pink Toad," winning thunderous applause from the students.
The most shocking scene happened to Snape. He slowly picked up a glass of pumpkin juice, his gaze swept across the jubilant Great Hall, and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards in an extremely slow, almost twitching manner.
It wasn't a warm smile; it was more like a twisted expression of satisfaction on someone's face, who had just witnessed their nemesis fall into a trap they had set.
Seamus, who happened to witness this scene, whispered in a ghostly tone, "Merlin, Snape... is he smiling?"
Ron swallowed the food in his mouth. "I think he's more like someone who just successfully brewed a potion that could turn Umbridge into a slug forever."
Harry looked curiously at the staff table. Although Snape's expression was distorted, it was still clear that he was smiling.
"A smiling Snape..." He shuddered inexplicably. "I think this will become a new school legend."
Dumbledore looked at the festive Great Hall with a smile.
His gaze swept across the Gryffindor table, then to Hufflepuff next to it, then to Ravenclaw, and finally settled on the Slytherin table.
Even the little snakes showed expressions of joy, which shows how unpopular Umbridge was.
Despite the uncertainty of the future, at least for today, Hogwarts has rediscovered its most precious treasures—freedom, laughter, and unity.
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