Buzz—
An invisible wave swept out with Amosta's fierce shout.
The Dementors it passed over froze like insects trapped in amber, suspended in midair.
Thunder rumbled on without end!
"What..."
The sight of Amosta facing off against the Dementors made Fudge's soul nearly leave his body in fright!
How could this be happening?
Before the trial, in order to restrain Breen and Dumbledore, Dolores had suggested confiscating every member's wand, and he had accepted the suggestion.
Without wands, Breen and Dumbledore might still have some tricks up their sleeves, but there was no way they could stand against fully armed Aurors.
And as an extra safeguard, Dolores had suggested bringing Dementors over from Azkaban.
Though that would inevitably draw criticism, he had still supported the proposal in order to ensure his own safety.
But what was this?!
How could anyone stop Dementors with nothing but a shout when they did not even have a wand? He wasn't a high-ranking Ministry official, so why would the Dementors obey his orders?!
Dolores stared blankly as the Azkaban Dementors slowly, seemingly unwillingly, retreated back into the darkness beneath the high ceiling. She felt the temperature around her gradually rise and watched color return to her field of vision.
Then Umbridge suddenly jolted. A drunken flush rose to her cheeks,
"It was you, Breen! You attacked Azkaban and helped the prisoners escape—it was you!"
Umbridge was so excited that she even bumped into the wizard in front of her. She shouted like a madwoman,
"You took the contract from the Keeper of Secrets in the Department of Mysteries! Otherwise, why would the Dementors obey your orders?!"
The contract held by the Keeper of Secrets?!
This was a top-secret matter within the Ministry of Magic. The members of the Wizengamot tribunal looked at one another,