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Trying not to inadvertently look at the rest of those present, which can be regarded as a search for support, I put a serious expression on my face.
"This seemingly rather ordinary incident, apart from the location, is the key one. A turning point. If the ministry now goes along with the influence of the old families, covering their desire to protect their children, it will discredit all authority. These oldest families will finally be convinced of their impunity if they cover their tracks a little better. They will continue to carry out their propaganda about the revival of the Dark Lord, thereby mocking the minister and his cabinet. It is in this case, at this mont, gathering the will in a fist, the Ministry and Minister Fudge will show that the governnt is strong and united as never before."
Umbridge stared at silently for several seconds.
"The small group of the Wizengamot will not vote in your favor."
"Small? You see, Professor, Miss Granger is my ward under a ntoring contract, and I myself am a mber of the Wizengamot representing the interests of the House of Black, and I take full responsibility for Miss Granger's actions in this incident."
"How incredible the twists and turns of life can sotis be!" Umbridge smiled again, not even doubting my words. It is understandable — such a lie is easy to check, and the punishnt can be severe. "In order to have so more specific opinion on the situation, I would like to look at the mories."
" I can help you with that," Dumbledore got up from his chair. "Please, Professor, I happen to have the Pensieve lying around..."
Then Mada Bones expressed a desire to get acquainted with the moirs, and Mr. Guber made another copy and imdiately notarized the docunt of their authenticity. The authenticity of the copies, but the quality check and the authenticity of the mories themselves will be confird by the ministry's Legilins if I order such a service. It is rarely ordered because they don't have any legal force, which ans that they are useless.
When everyone in the person of three people plunged into the Pensieve, Moody, banging his staff and prosthesis on the floor, ca up to .
"You owe a bottle of good firewhisky, lad," he grinned. "I learned too much about myself and my preferences today from the mouth of that bitch Bones. This needs to be filled with excellent swill."
"No problem. Where should I send it to you?"
"Take it to headquarters. And make sure there are no additives in it. I know you..."
Moody trudged to his corner, and I couldn't resist and, without any wands and verbal formulas, without even moving my hand, sent a Stinging Jinx into him. An inaudible and almost invisible fast beam of the spell that was about to sting the retired auror in one place suddenly ca across the tip of the staff that seed to flash by accidentally.
"Such a genius, and yet such a rookie," grinned Alastor, not turning around and continuing to move. "Constant vigilance!"
It took fifteen minutes for the ladies and Dumbledore himself, who was interested in the events, to review the mories provided, after which they all returned to their empty seats. There was no place for smiles anymore.
" I can say with confidence," Umbridge looked us over ""that the minister will be interested in what happened. But the final decision is his."
"It's okay," I smiled. "Even if a decision is made not in my favor, I will use the right of a representative of the House in the Wizengamot to resolve issues of encroachnts on the honor of my ward."
"What kind, may I ask? Umbridge smiled again. "As far as I rember, a duel of honor is allowed only between equals in status or achievents, or a wizard of the corresponding status must be placed."
I simply showed my hand with the Ouroboros ring.
"Master of Transfiguration, at your service. As far as I know, there are no Grandmasters in the Wizengamot and among the Houses of those involved in the case, so..."
Actually, I wasn't planning on revealing this nuance just yet. Still, perhaps it could affect the final decision of Umbridge and the Minister, which ans that the mbers of the Wizengamot who support him will already be on our side. So will the neutrals and, so to speak, the Dumbledore's supporters - most of them, as well as so of the pure-bloods, because today are Greengrass and tomorrow are their children. Everyone understands that, so should Alia Bones, whose niece is in the sa year with us but at Hufflepuff.
"Amazing!" exclaid Umbridge in amazent, and the others almost dropped their jaws. Only Dumbledore and Moody were grinning at sothing. "Since when does Hogwarts produce masters?"
"Apparently," the Headmaster grinned into his beard, "right from now."
On this note, our impromptu and unpredictable eting ca to an end, and I went to bed with a clear conscience.. I still need to co up with a way to protect the Greengrass girls, or at least have an ergency, fast and effective communication with them.
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