Chapter 570 Umbridge smells an opportunity
The two legendary headmasters woke up at Dumbledore's call.
Maybe they didn't sleep at all?
In short, they disappeared from the portrait frames, leaving only dark curtains and a leather chair in each frame.
Dumbledore did not stop moving, but turned to Fawkes.
"We need some alarms."
The Phoenix flapped its wings, nodded slightly and disappeared.
Then, Dumbledore used his wand to tap the silverware placed on the table, which was for unknown purposes and was spitting out smoke.
Soul didn't know what it was used for. This was the first time he had seen Dumbledore use it.
The smoke ejected from the silver tube at the top condensed into a snake head with a wide mouth, and then dispersed into two snakes and disappeared in the words of the old bee that no one could understand.
Harry obviously wanted to ask about the situation out loud, but the next second, the principal who had disappeared after receiving the request came back and brought confirmed news.
"Dumbledore." The old man panted and held the photo frame, "I saw them lifting him up from below. He didn't look good. He was covered in blood."
"Dalis followed. I think she will be back soon."
"Thank you for your hard work, Everard." Dumbledore nodded and turned to Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, the situation is urgent. Can you please call some of the Weasley children here?"
Professor McGonagall nodded and turned around and left the principal's office with a serious face.
Dumbledore still didn't stop, nor did he comfort Ron, who was now pale and trembling. He looked seriously at the smart guy behind him who was still pretending to be asleep when the other frames were awake.
"Phineas! Phineas!"
The wise man was still pretending to sleep, and all the principals in the other picture frames squeezed past him. One of the witches held up a thick wooden stick that looked like a birch branch and banged it against him.
Soul recognized this wise man, who was the one who talked the most. He was one of the past headmasters of Hogwarts and an ancestor of Sirius Black.
Dumbledore asked him to go to another portrait frame and inform Mrs. Weasley. Although Phineas was a little reluctant, under the eyes of the witch who raised the stick again, he had to go and complete the notification. Work.
At this time, the owner of the framed portrait with a beautiful leather chair, Doris, who had silver curly hair and a beautiful leather chair, came back, bringing good news that made Dumbledore breathe a sigh of relief.
Arthur Weasley was admitted to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, still breathing when he entered.
But in the eyes of Ron, who had become a little transparent, this good news was not good news. He already needed to rely on Harry to stand up straight.
"Harry!" Dumbledore said softly after arranging everything, "Are you sure you saw all this from the perspective of a snake?"
"I'm sure." Harry looked pale, but nodded quickly to confirm.
"That's it..." Dumbledore nodded slightly and sighed softly, "I think I understand."
Soul, who was eating melon on the side, immediately guessed what Dumbledore understood.
Because Harry can connect to Voldemort's mind, he can easily deduce that the big snake is one of Voldemort's Horcruxes.
It is also the sixth Horcrux that has been revealed so far.
At the same time, he also understood what Dumbledore was sighing about---
Nagini, that tragic figure who has been reduced to a complete beast.
"You mean..." Harry was about to ask, but there was a sound of chaotic footsteps behind him, and the Weasley brothers and Ginny, who were wearing dressing gowns and with messy hair, walked in with a look of horror on their faces.
"Harry---" Ginny asked fearfully, "Professor McGonagall said you saw daddy was hurt--"
Dumbledore answered Ginny's questions on Harry's behalf and decisively arranged their next trip.
Just when the Weasley children and Harry were about to put their hands on the ordinary old teapot, Fawkes came back, no, it should be said, Fawkes' feathers came back.
"It's an alarm from Fawkes." Dumbledore caught the feathers that were lightly falling to the ground. "Professor Umbridge must know that you are not in bed. Minerva, move her away - no matter what excuse you use - -"
Minerva Hardworking McGonagall nodded and went back to her errands.
"You must have all used the door key, right? Hurry up, put your hands up, I'll count to three, one---two---"
At the moment when Dumbledore's count reached three, Soule saw Harry suddenly raise his head, his eyes strangely turned into a pair of snake eyes, cold, bloody, and filled with murderous intent.
The next second, everyone disappeared.
"Huh..." Dumbledore didn't seem to notice Harry's change at that moment and breathed a sigh of relief, but Soul noticed it.
"Dumbledore---"
Just as he opened his mouth, a voice pinching his throat sounded---
"Mr. Headmaster, several Gryffindors are not in bed, and Professor McGonagall actually thinks this is normal - students leave their beds for no reason -" At the same time, there was a heavy and rhythmic muffled sound. .
It was the sound that only solid flesh would make when stepping on the floor.
Umbridge walked in and immediately glanced around every corner of the principal's office. Of course, she saw Soul who had transformed into Ebo.
"It's so late, Mr. Principal, do you have any guests here?"
"He is my guest, Professor Umbridge." Dumbledore stared at Umbridge, who even wore pink pajamas.
"I am Ebo, and I have long admired my name, Professor Umbridge." Soul stood up and gave Umbridge a standard courtesy.
"Hello." Umbridge nodded casually. She didn't care if Dumbledore had guests. What she cared about was the fact she just discovered---
"I remember there are regulations in the school rules, Mr. Principal." Umbridge's face was shiny even after washing it while sleeping. "Students are not on their beds when they should sleep. This is something that should be punished, right? ?”
"I told you, Umbridge." Professor McGonagall's voice sounded behind her, "It happened for a reason. I was the one who brought Mr. Weasley and Miss Weasley out. The school rules do not stipulate that teaching at night You can’t go to the students.”
"Is that so? Mr. Headmaster." Umbridge's eyes widened, as if it was the first time she heard it.
"Yes, there was an accident, Professor Umbridge." Dumbledore said softly, not sullenly. "Mr. Weasley and Miss Weasley were taken away by their mother."
"That's it." Umbridge showed a standard smile on her face and nodded, "It seems that the matter is indeed very urgent. So, how should we explain that Mr. Potter is not on his bed?"
"Oh, that's right." Dumbledore spun the lie without blinking an eye, "Mrs. Weasley specifically requested that Potter go with them."
"Really?" Umbridge stared at Dumbledore's face, trying to find a different expression on it.
"Indeed." Dumbledore nodded, "Mrs. Weasley made a request to me, of course I agree."
"Okay, if that's the case---" Umbridge was silent for a long time before nodding in a drawn-out tone, half-smiling, "I hope that no matter how urgent the matter is in the future, the students will explain the situation to me first. ---"
"I am a senior investigator of the Ministry of Magic. Students may be in danger if they leave school. I must be responsible for the safety of the students. What do you think?"
"It should be so." Dumbledore nodded seriously, "But I also think that it is also possible for students to ask the principal for leave. Not just me, but if Vice Principal McGonagall also agrees--"
"According to Education Order No. 25, Mr. Principal, as the senior investigator, I should have the right to know all matters concerning the students. This is a regulation personally signed by Minister Fudge."
Umbridge interrupted Dumbledore rudely.
Soul looked at Umbridge in surprise, and then at Dumbledore, who looked calm for a moment.
In front of a wizard with unfathomable strength, he showed off his power like this, showing no respect for the strong.
What kind of subordinate did Fudge find?---
Umbridge is a true warrior---
