My understanding is incredible, I built a floating city in Hogwarts

Umbridge interrogated Harry, and Filch listened with relish and a smug smile on his face.

Harry's resentment welled up in his heart, and his body trembled involuntarily.

"It's none of your business who I talk to!" he roared, his voice echoing through the empty office.

Umbridge's flabby cheeks tensed instantly, and she stared at Harry with a grim gaze.

"Very well," she said in a creepy mild tone, "very well, Mr. Potter...... I've already given you a chance to confess to me. Since you choose to refuse, then don't blame me for being unkind. Filch - go get Professor Snape!"

Filch triumphantly loaded the wands of the young wizards into his robes, then left the room smiling.

But Harry barely noticed him, as he suddenly realized something crucial—he couldn't believe he could be so stupid as to forget about it.

He had always thought that all the members of the Order of the Phoenix, those who could help him save Sirius, had left him. However, he was wrong. There is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix who remains at Hogwarts - and that is Snape.

Soon, footsteps were heard again in the hallway, and Filch re-entered the room, waiting for Snape with the door open. Harry struggled to keep his composure, deliberately keeping a straight face and revealing a calm expression.

Snape walked into the room with a grim look, his gaze sweeping over each struggling student.

When he saw Harry, there was a complicated glint in his eyes.

"You want to see me, Headmaster?" Snape asked.

Umbridge stood up with a smile on her face.21 she tried to hide her annoyance and embarrassment.

"Ah, Professor Snape," she said, "yes, I'd like another bottle of Truth Elixir, the sooner the better, please." "

Snape looked coldly through his greasy, curtain-like black hair.

"Last time you took my last bottle of the elixir I used to interrogate the little wizard," he said slowly, "I guess you haven't used it up, have you? I told you three drops would be enough." "

Umbridge's face flushed, she was clearly struck in the sore spot by Snape's words.

"Can you make some more?" she tried her best to make her voice sound sweet, but the girlish tone couldn't hide the annoyance inside.

Snape pursed his lips and smiled sarcastically.

"Of course," he said, "it would take a whole lunar cycle to configure." So, I'll get you ready in about a month. "

"A month?" cried Umbridge, her voice raised like an enraged toad, "a month, but I need it tonight, Snape! I saw Potter use my fire to communicate with someone or some unknown person!"

Snape turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on Harry, and for a moment, there was a rare flash of interest in his expression.

"Oh, is it?" he said slowly, "and it doesn't surprise me. Mr. Porter has never been very good at following our esteemed school rules. "

His cold black eyes pierced Harry's eyes like an awl, and Harry looked back at him without flinching, while silently recalling in his mind what he had seen in his dreams, hoping that Snape would read the message in his mind and be able to understand......

"I want to interrogate him!" Umbridge shouted, Snape's eyes off Harry and back on Umbridge's twitching face, "I want you to give me a potion to force him to tell me the truth!"

Snape shook his head slightly, his voice calm and firm, "I've already told you, I don't have any extra elixir. Unless you want to poison Potter – and if you do, I can assure you that I would approve of you – I can't help you. The only trouble is that most venoms are so efficient that the victim doesn't have much time to tell the truth. "

Snape looked at Harry again, his deep dark eyes seeming into people's hearts.

Harry stared at him as well, trying his best to convey his inner anxiety through his eyes.

Harry's mind kept resounding with that horrific scene - Voldemort had captured Sirius in the Department of Mysteries.

He desperately tried to make Snape understand this, his eyes full of pleading and antique.

"In that case, you can go," Professor Umbridge shouted sharply, and Snape looked at her again, raising an eyebrow slightly. "You can go, Severus Snape, and I'll report back to Minister Fudge on your performance. "

Snape raised his eyebrows slightly, seemingly unsurprised by Umbridge's reaction.

"Oh, yes, please. He bowed sarcastically to her, then turned to leave.

"He's grabbed the bigfoot!" Harry suddenly shouted, "he's grabbed the bigfoot where the thing was hidden!"

Harry hurriedly said that he didn't know that McGonagall had left, so he thought that this might be the last chance to inform the Order of the Phoenix, and hurriedly reminded him while Snape was gone.

Snape's hand was already on the doorknob of Umbridge's office, and he stopped at Harry's words.

Professor Umbridge also looked eagerly at Harry, and then at Snape, his face full of confusion and bewilderment.

"Bigfoot?" she shouted, "What's Bigfoot?, what's hidden, what the hell does he mean, Snape?"

Snape's expression froze for a moment, and he slowly turned his head and replied expressionlessly, "I don't know." Then, without hesitation, he opened the door and walked out.

"Very well," Umbridge's voice shuddered as she clutched her wand tightly, "Good...... I had no other choice...... This is more important than discipline in school...... The safety of the Ministry of Magic is at stake...... Yes...... Yes......"

As if she was talking to herself, trying to convince herself that the action she was about to take was the right one, her body swaying uneasily, her wand tapping against her empty palm, her eyes staring at Harry, her breathing short.

Harry looked at her, and a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart, as if he had lost all his support without his wand.

"You forced me to do this, Potter ......" Umbridge's voice was full of frustration and irritation, "I really don't want to, but special circumstances require special handling...... I'm sure the minister will understand me, I have no choice......"

She shook her head, as if to shake off the hesitation and struggle in her heart, and then, she glanced at the others present, relented, turned to Filch, and said, "Filch, take them out, close the door, and wait outside the headmaster's room." "

"Harry!" Ron shouted in horror, but Filch beside him had a firm grip on his arm.

"Yes, Headmaster. Filch replied respectfully, then dragged Ron and the others out of the room. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

After the others were taken out by Filch, Umbridge jerked Harry's collar. Her strength was unexpectedly great, Harry could barely stand still, and he staggered and dragged him up the stairs behind the headmaster's room, eventually into a dimly lit attic.

Umbridge muttered as he violently threw Harry into a brown-red chair. She pointed her wand at Harry, and the sweet smile she had been looking at was gone, replaced by a fierce and resolute look.

"You're forcing me...... There's no choice......" she said through gritted teeth, the tip of her wand glinting dangerously, "[Piercing the Heart] should be able to open your mouth. "

Harry stared fearlessly into Umbridge's eyes, trying to find a flaw in the woman's vicious gaze.

Although he was terrified in his heart, he tried to maintain his composure on the surface.

"How dare you!" Harry snapped, "I'll report you!"

"As long as Cornelly doesn't know. Umbridge pursed her lips contemptuously, her hand with the emerald ring snapping the picture of Cornelius Fudge on the table, a sly smile flashing across her face, "For example, he never knew—or pretended not to know 170—that I ordered the Dementors to chase you last summer." In short, he won't know what he shouldn't know. But he would be glad he had a chance to fire you, and he does it now. Just give you a Forgetting Charm afterwards, Potter. "

How can this be?!

Harry's heart sank and his eyes widened in horror, and Umbridge's words gave him a small shock.

Umbridge chuckled triumphantly, but what she didn't know was that Harry's expression was certainly nervous because of her threat, but more because he suddenly saw what Umbridge was looking at behind him—Levengreen's figure suddenly disarming the [invisibility technique] and revealing it.

Levin's presence ignited a glimmer of hope in Harry's heart, and Umbridge happened to have his back to him, unaware of Levin's arrival.

Levine reclined in his chair, his black tuxedo jacket draped casually over his shoulders, and a pair of legs in tall dragon leather boots crossed over the table.

His gaze was calm and deep, and he nodded softly when it met Harry's. Then, he raised his hand and brought his index finger to his lips, motioning for Harry not to reveal his presence.

When he lowered his hand, he gestured to an arcane eye resting on the table, which was focused on Umbridge and Harry.

Harry immediately understood Levin's intentions, he was going to record evidence of Umbridge's illegal use of the Unforgivable Curse, intending to bring her down on an official level.

Although Harry did not have a deep understanding of the law, he also knew that "attempted use of the Unforgivable Curse" and "successful use of the Unforgivable Curse" were two very different crimes. However, for Umbridge to "use the Unforgivable Curse", that means he must endure the pain caused by the spell.

However, in order to be able to overthrow Umbridge's rule, and in order for Dumbledore to return, Harry was willing to endure this pain.

Thinking of this, a determined look appeared on his face, and he glared at Umbridge without fear.