Chapter 440: The Means of The Curse! Arrest of Dumbledore?!!

None of the students around them spoke, they didn't know who did it, and they waited curiously for someone to do it.

The chiefs of all grades who knew about this matter looked strange at this time, because they found that they could not say that Peter had done it, and some of the grade chiefs who wanted to say it were red-faced and still could not say Peter's name.

Alan, who saw this, turned his head to look at Peter in amazement, "What magic did you cast on them?" How can I not speak one by one! "

"Nothing: just a simplified version of the unbreakable curse that makes him unable to say my name."

Alan was even more curious, "Unbreakable curse? When did you sign the contract with them? How did I not know? "

"It was all said that it was just a simplified version, and it was signed at the same time when they replied to me before they finally left."

Peter explains.

"You're really getting tougher!"

"Alan exclaimed, such a force method is only something you can think of quickly."

Snape glanced around, saw that no one answered, and his expression became more somber, and then he focused his eyes on Peter, and after looking at him for a while, he said in a bad mood: "Peter, you are the head of the academy, and you are responsible for solving The matter of Flos." "

Then he turned away, leaving Floss, who was crying without tears, looking at Peter in horror.

"Peter, you say, did Professor Singp know that you were in charge?"

Ai Hua was curious.

"What do you say?"

Peter glared at him, "They all threw people at me, which means I don't go too far." "

"So what now?"

Alan looked at the trembling Floss and said happily.

"What else can he do, of course, is to wait for when he chooses to write, when he can unlock the magic."

Peter said affectionately. Then he stood up, came to Flos, pulled him to the small table, pressed him heavily into the chair, as if he were operating a doll, held his hand, picked up the quill, and went directly to the spread parchment: "Come, Flos, write as I say!" "

Peter's voice sounded like the language of a demon, and Flos watched in horror as his hand uncontrollably wrote on the parchment, "Voldemort is a bastard!" "

The word.

Then he felt a pain in the back of his hand, and then the words he wrote were engraved on the skin and deep into the texture.

Alan also walked over curiously, and then looked at the words written by Floss, pretended to be surprised and took a cold breath, and exaggeratedly shouted: "Flos, you really have courage, you actually dare to drive the Black King is a bastard!" "

Hearing Alan's words, the students in the lounge rushed over, saw the parchment written on the parchment, 'Voldemort is a bastard', immediately took a cold breath, and took a few steps back in horror, as if afraid of being cursed. Then looked at Floss with the eyes of a madman.

And the grade chiefs who knew the truth of the matter looked at Floss with a sympathetic face, and then looked at Peter who was smiling, only to think that Peter's methods were too poisonous, which was simply a curse!

Floss looked at the words on the back of his hand, weeping in despair, and his sealed mouth whimpered and wailing, but the quill in his hand kept writing on the parchment three times that Voltimo was a bastard. "

"Look, Floss's eyes are loose!"

Carefully, the student saw that Floss's sealed eyelids were gradually loosening, and it didn't take long for him to blink freely.

"Woohoo!"

Floss's eyes were filled with tears of despair, and the movements of his hands kept stopping.

Peter whispered in his ear, "Look, if you had done it the first time last night, you wouldn't need to write it so many times now.

What would you do if you said it were to spread to Voldemort? "

Floss trembled, clutching his quill in horror, and writing in acknowledgement.

I have forgotten the pain of the back of my hand being cut by a knife.

Finally, after writing no less than a hundred times, Flos's eyes, mouth and ears finally returned to their original state, and after stopping the pen, Flos spread out on the table soaking wet, looking at the words on the back of his hand that were clearer and more obvious because of the constant rewriting, and could not help but cry.

Peter put away his quill, smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Well, don't be so desperate, maybe you will thank me later." You should inform your family early and let them go into hiding. Otherwise Voldemort would not be a good temper, and he would not have cooled what you did in the day. "

Floss heard the words, cried, and ignored the onlookers, and quickly ran into the dormitory.

"You guy, it's really bad!"

"Alan smiled and said, just cut off the road of people's death eaters, just now people's cries are tears, too pitiful."

"I am persuading my classmates to return to the right path, I am doing good deeds, and you can't wrongfully accuse me."

Peter retorted solemnly, and then he couldn't help but laugh.

The grade chiefs around them, who knew the whole thing, looked at Peter who was playing with Alan with shock in their eyes, full of awe.

Later, the students in the school found that the Slittering students who had followed Umbridge were gone, and only Umbridge and Filch were still fighting alone.

It was only then that from the mouths of the Slytherin students, the students of the other houses learned that Peter himself had given the order to restrain the Slytherin students. Peter became more popular at Hogwarts, because without Slithering's involvement, Umri and his two men did not have much energy to manage the whole school. The students were relieved again.

Umbridge did not dare to go to Peter's trouble, but apparently she was not willing to give up, and she quickly organized some people from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, and then continued to search for students and professors everywhere in the name of investigation.

A few weeks had passed, and Peter was still in the library's forbidden book area for a long time, and he had successfully passed the Phantom Transfiguration Exam for the first time, and had already obtained the Phantom Transfiguration License.

The Phantom Shapeshifter license is like a driver's license in the Muggle world, and wizards in the wizarding world will be fined a large amount of money if they are caught unlicensed in the form of a phantom.

When Peter came out of the library, he found that there was a large group of Aurors in the school, all of whom looked like they were fighting at any time, led by Minister Fudge. Ignoring Professor McGonagall's request to inform Dumbledore first, the group forcibly broke into the castle Peter watched them rush to the top of the castle, raised an eyebrow, and followed.

Coming to the eighth floor of the castle, Peter saw a large number of rubble and bricks in the Room of Needs, as if it had just undergone three indiscriminate bombardments.

He continued to the stone statue in the principal's office, looked at the open door, and walked straight in, his body gradually fading into the air.

Inside the Headmaster's office, Fudge and his party face Dumbledore head-on. Umbridge and a Ravenclaw senior, dragging a blue-nosed harry, holding a list, triumphantly said something to Fudge.

"Okay, DA Society?" Dumbledore's Army! "

Fudge looked angry and excited, and he took the list of societies and said to Dumbledore, "Dumbledore, how do you explain?" You are secretly organizing students and want to push the Law Department Ma Wei."

Dumbledore took the list, looked at the title written by Hermione on it, was silent for a moment, then smiled and raised his eyes.

"It looks like it's all over, are you asking me to write a written confession, Fudge, or is it enough to make a statement in front of these witnesses?"

Fudge looked very satisfied, and he waved his hand, with a very sad look, and asked, "I ask you again, Dumbledore, are you the shop that admits to organizing these students?" "

"Yes, I organized it."

Dumbledore said happily.

"You recruited these students into your army, didn't you?"

Fudge asked again.

"That's right."

Dumbledore said with a smile.

"No," cried Harry, not understanding what was going on, why Dumbledore had lied and taken the blame for him.

But Kingsley in the Auror quickly gave him a warning look, and Professor McGonagall opened his eyes and told him not to speak.

Harry suddenly realized Dumbledore's intentions, he was protecting him from being expelled, but he could not let him do so, so he explained loudly: "No, this has nothing to do with Professor Dumbledore."

"Don't make a sound, Harry, or I'll have to let you out of my office."

Dumbledore said quietly.

"That's right, shut up, Potter!"

Fudge shouted, his eyes fixed on Dumbledore with a smile on his face, "Very good, very good, I wanted to come here tonight to fire Potter, but instead."

"You could have arrested me, wouldn't you?"

Dumbledore smiled and said,

"It's like losing sesame seeds and picking up watermelons."

"Aurors!"

Fudge shouted loudly, and he screamed with joy, "Disarm Dumbledore's wand and take him to the Ministry of Magic!" "

"Dumbledore, you will be formally indicted for secretly organizing an army in an attempt to push it to the Ministry of Morfa!" Then you will be sent to Az pressure class to wait for the judgment! "

"Yeah, that's right."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "But I'm afraid I won't do that." Well, Fudge, you seem to think I'm going to sit still. But I didn't want to be locked up in Azkaban at all. To be honest I have a whole bunch of things to do, so I can't waste time with you here. "

Fudge's face was flushed, as if he had been blinded, and his eyes were a little lost, but then he drew his wand and shouted, "Delix! Shaker! Get him! "

But Dumbledore only raised his wand slightly, and the magic that rushed toward him dissipated in an instant, and then with a wave of his hand, a silver flash swirled around the room, accompanied by shouts from several portraits, and the sharp voice of Umbridge. The silver light exploded, blasting everything away, and in the dust of the sky, accompanied by several screams, someone smashed heavily on the floor one after another, and the giant did not move.

When the dust had settled, except for McGonagall and Harry, who were still standing, the other Aurors or Fudgeumrich were lying quietly on the ground.

"It's a shame I had to cast a spell on The King's Dish, otherwise it would look too suspicious."

Dumbledore whispered, and then he looked at the two men, "Well, they'll wake up soon, and it's better not to let them know we have time to talk, and you have to pretend that time hasn't changed, as if they've just been knocked to the ground." "

"Of course, it would be even better if you could help a little, Peter. After all, you're a master of memory spells, aren't you? The second Dumbledore said with a smile to the air in the corner of the three births. "

"Dumbledore, you've always been so sharp, I didn't expect that the invisibility I had practiced for a long time was still useless in front of you."

Peter's voice came from the air, only to see him smile and appear in the figure of Wan...

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