Hogwarts really was in a bit of a mess now, but who was to blame for that?
Dumbledore stopped watching the show and strode up to Umbridge. "Hogwarts has stood for nearly a thousand years and produced countless outstanding wizards and witches. If the school is truly as 'chaotic' as you claim, how do you explain those achievements?"
Umbridge's face instantly flushed scarlet. "Then how do you explain everything that has happened to me lately? It's obvious that someone has been relentlessly targeting me, and I'm absolutely certain it's Granger."
Her features twisted even more grotesquely, as though they might burst free of her skin at any moment. "I only gave her detention twice, yet she has been taking insane revenge on me every chance she gets. A born villain like her doesn't deserve to remain at this school. Azkaban is where she belongs!"
The professors' expressions immediately darkened.
The smile vanished from Dumbledore's face as well. "You have crossed the line, Dolores."
His azure eyes behind his half-moon glasses turned as sharp as an eagle's, as if they could see through people's hearts. "Since Hogwarts was founded, it has never voluntarily abandoned a single child with magical talent. Dolores, this is not a place for playing power games."
Umbridge's eyes widened so much that the whites nearly filled her entire sockets.
Her cloudy eyes were shot through with blood, her pupils spinning wildly in their sockets—left, then right—as though she were trying to think of a way to refute him.
Seeing that she had nothing to say, Dumbledore stopped paying attention to her. "All right, everyone, go get some rest. We can discuss whatever needs discussing tomorrow."
Umbridge's body trembled without stop.
If he simply let everyone leave like that, wouldn't it make her look like she was making