Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Think about what she has done, hasn’t she been discriminating against other creatures? This is the punishment she deserves,” said Evan.

“But…”

“Just for a few days, Hermione, teach her a lesson and let her go when we come back.”

Evan removed the magic from Umbridge and handed her over to Grawp.

Watching Grawp place Umbridge inside the cave, Hermione wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing.

Evan was right, this was a punishment for her and she deserved it. When they came back, they could let her go.

By then, Evan would use magic to make her forget this painful memory.

The coming days would test Umbridge’s patience.

Being in the company of a giant would definitely be an unimaginable torture, and Grawp didn’t have that much patience.

Grawp wouldn’t care about her identity, and the Ministry of Magic and Educational Decrees had no effect on restraining the giant.

Thinking about it this way, this was actually a good thing for her.

There was a saying that suffering was the most precious wealth in life…

She needed to learn how to treat the giant well, please Grawp, and get food from his hands.

Evan, Hermione, and Elaine said goodbye to Grawp and returned to school. When they entered the castle, they saw Professor McGonagall with a serious face appearing in front of them, followed by Harry who had not yet figured out the situation.

“Where is Umbridge?” Professor McGonagall asked.

“In the forest, she asked us to come back first. She wanted to stay there alone for a while,” said Evan directly.

“Forbidden Forest?! Well, come with me, the headmaster wants to see you,” said Professor McGonagall, looking a little nervous. She added, “Remember, don’t talk nonsense, and don’t say that you have met Umbridge. The Minister of Magic is there.”

Fudge had acted quickly; it seemed he intended to confront Dumbledore tonight.

The impact of that report was beyond imagination, which put huge pressure on him and made him unwilling to wait any longer.

Even without Umbridge’s so-called major breakthrough, the Ministry of Magic still had enough information.

Of all the people, Harry was the only one who still hadn’t figured out the situation.

Now was not the time to explain to him, and they didn’t know how to tell him. Could they say that they threw Umbridge to the giant?!

According to Professor McGonagall, they had to pretend not to know where Umbridge had gone.

A few minutes later, they had reached the stone gargoyle.

“Fizzing Whizbee,” said Professor McGonagall.

The stone gargoyle jumped aside, the wall behind split open, and they ascended the moving stone staircase and came to the polished door.

She knocked gently on the door and led them inside.

At this moment, Dumbledore’s office was full of people.

Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, his expression serene, the tips of his long fingers together.

Cornelius Fudge was rocking backward and forward on his toes beside the fire, apparently immensely pleased with the situation.

Not only did Umbridge’s mentioned breakthrough contribute, but the Ministry of Magic also had obtained crucial information.

Kingsley Shacklebolt and a tough-looking wizard with very short, wiry hair were positioned on either side of the door like guards.

The freckled, bespectacled form of Percy Weasley hovered excitedly beside the wall without even looking at Evan and the others, a quill and a heavy scroll of parchment in his hands, apparently poised to take notes.

On the walls, the portraits of old headmasters and mistresses were not shamming sleep tonight. All of them were watching what was happening below, alert and serious, and talking quietly.

Fudge’s conversation with Dumbledore just now made them realize that the current situation was not good.

“Headmaster, I’ve brought them here,” said Professor McGonagall.

“Where’s Dolores?” Fudge asked, looking at Evan, Harry, Hermione and Elaine angrily.

“I don’t know,” said Evan, noticing that Fudge’s eyes finally fell on him.

“Don’t lie, Mason. There is magic in Umbridge’s office. We know you left her office with her an hour ago. I also got a letter from her that said you told her everything.”

“That’s correct, Mr. Minister, and then we went our separate ways,” said Evan.

“Where have you been during this time?”

“I was with the two of them,” said Evan, pointing to Hermione and Elaine.

“What were you doing?”

“Obviously, enjoying ourselves,” Evan replied briefly.

“Enjoying yourselves?” Fudge paused, looked at Evan, and then shifted his gaze to Hermione and Elaine behind him.

“Yes, we were studying in an empty classroom. Studying makes me happy!”

“I don’t have time for your nonsense,” said Fudge, his tone now full of anger. “What did you tell Dolores?”

“She asked me where they were in the Forbidden Forest, and I told her. It’s that simple,” Evan paused, looked at the angry Fudge, and added nonchalantly, “I suppose Professor Umbridge must have gone there on her own.”

“Aha, that’s it; she must have gone to confirm it herself!” Fudge waved his fist and looked at Dumbledore. “Dumbledore, how do you explain this? You heard what he said about that weapon…”

“I’m sorry, Cornelius, Evan didn’t say anything about weapons just now,” said Dumbledore calmly. “At least I didn’t hear it. Anything could be found in the Forbidden Forest; perhaps it’s just a rock or some animal.”

“It’s Centaurs, Professor,” said Evan quickly. “As you know, there’s a group of Centaurs living in the Forbidden Forest, and I have a good relationship with them. Professor Umbridge wanted to know about the Centaurs, so she called me over. I told her the location of the Centaurs’ tribe. She seemed very angry and kept emphasizing that Centaurs were not allowed to live in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. She seemed to think they’re dangerous and compared them to a threatening weapon. As the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic and Hogwarts High Inquisitor, she wanted to inform the Centaurs to leave this place, to vacate this land.”

“Centaurs?!” Fudge was furious. “Dolores will not go into the woods because of Centaurs.”

“But you just said it yourself, that’s what happened,” said Dumbledore. “I believe this is entirely possible. Professor Umbridge must see those Centaurs as a threat. Considering her past experiences, she has a strong hatred for these non-human magical creatures. She might have impulsively run into the Forbidden Forest. However, honestly speaking, I don’t wish for her to do so. The temperament of those Centaurs isn’t good; they won’t communicate well with her, and they won’t care about the Ministry of Magic…”

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