Umbridge is disgusting for a reason; she spews out strings of subjective fantasies like a toad.
"Please think about this carefully, everyone. Wayne defeated the dark wizard in his first year, exposed the Wizarding World's number one fraud in his second year, and captured the Death Eaters had been hiding for more than ten years in his third year. Isn't all of this too much of a coincidence?"
Vincent immediately became interested; his deep blue eyes seemed to see through all lies.
Umbridge felt guilty and dared not meet those eyes; the fat on his face, covered in fake smiles, trembled uncontrollably.
Her flustered eyes focused on Dumbledore, who was smiling silently. "Wayne is just a Muggle-born wizard. If it weren't for Dumbledore's deliberate nurturing, he would never have achieved his current dazzling success."
Fudge in the front row clenched his fist in extreme elation.
This kind of offensive and absurd task is indeed only something Umbridge could handle.
People are selfish, Dumbledore must have had ulterior motives in Vincent to Nicolas Flamel.
Once people start to accept this assumption, then the things that have happened at Hogwarts in recent years become highly questionable.
Quirrell is a dark wizard who covets the Sorcerer's Stone, Lockhart is a conman who steals other people's experiences, and they were both Defense Against the Dark Arts professor personally hired by Dumbledore. In the end, they both became Vincent's experience points.
But by the third year...
Umbridge suddenly became agitated, her voice growing shrill and high-pitched. "Dumbledore has always strongly opposed the security measures the Ministry of Magic has implemented at Hogwarts. Why? Because he is a hypocrite. He knew all along that Sirius Black Black was innocent, and Black was indeed eventually captured by Wayne."
"Pure nonsense!" Sirius Black, sitting in the audience, couldn't help but stand up and point at Umbridge's fat face.
"Mr. Black," Fudge glared at him coldly, "If you violate the rules of the hearing again, I will have the guards remove you."
Sirius Black sat back down, his face full of indignation.
Umbridge's rhythm was disrupted, and his emotions were no longer as passionate as before.
She stared intently at Sirius Black, "I can understand Mr. Black's feelings; after all, this is the second time he has been betrayed by someone he trusted."
Lupin quickly pressed Sirius Black down, "Don't be impulsive, we'll have plenty of opportunities to expose her lies."
Sirius Black calmed down a bit, but his eyes, fixed on Umbridge, still burned with a fury that seemed ready to explode at any moment.
Umbridge feigned weakness and shrank her neck.
Her neck was already short, and when she hunched it up, she looked even more like a toad.
"Black was successfully captured by Wayne, and he brought amazing news."
Umbridge regained some of her earlier feeling. "Peter Pettigrew was the one who truly betrayed the Potters back then!"
She glared at Dumbledore. "You are the Legilimency Master. You knew all along that Black was innocent, and you also knew that Peter Pettigrew was hiding at Hogwarts. Your goal was to use Black's exoneration to ruin the Ministry of Magic's reputation!"
The crowd erupted in uproar, but Fudge actually ignored the murmurs.
They managed to cover up such a difficult lie; it's a bit outrageous, but not unacceptable.
Umbridge took a deep breath, raised her hand, and pointed at Dumbledore. "To achieve this, you need to create an even bigger crisis. You let Peter Pettigrew escape, didn't you? Whether you did or not, you are responsible for the Death Eaters' attack!"
She looked at Vincent with grief and indignation. "Dumbledore, let me expose your true colors! You let the dangerous elements on campus run rampant so that Wayne could gain enough fame to support you when you say that the You-Know-Who has returned, making your lies more convincing!"
Her explanation made Fudge frown.
Although she achieved her goal, her statements became increasingly outrageous, and she might be about to bring Dumbledore down from his pedestal.
Fudge looked at the two people sitting steadily in the defendant's seat.
There was no rebuttal throughout; does that mean they've given up?
"The Wizarding World has been at peace for a long time." Umbridge's shrill voice rang out again. "Dumbledore, you don't want the wizards to forget your greatness. You arranged a so-called duel between yourself and the You-Know-Who, so that when the wizards were in despair, you would step forward and defeat him, and you could rightfully become the faith in the hearts of the wizards, becoming a god-like being."
Hermione, sitting in the audience, suddenly realized what was going on.
Vincent and Dumbledore didn't refute her because Umbridge's lies were full of holes, and the more she said, the easier it was for them to fall apart.
Sure enough, Umbridge no longer hid her excitement. "This is the most evil conspiracy in history. You never expected that I would see through it!"
Subjective conjecture is ultimately just subjective conjecture; her lies can never cover up the objective facts.
Bones' eyes were utterly cold. "Senior Deputy Minister Umbridge, I hope you understand how terrible your words are. The person in question Albus Dumbledore Percival Wulfric Dumbledore, single-handedly defeated the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald Grindelwald in 1945. His greatness needs no further explanation."
Umbridge was somewhat flustered, clearly not expecting her to question him. "I... I know, of course I know. Even if Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald, it doesn't prove anything. That was half a century ago."
"You're denying his achievements," Bones retorted without holding back. "The fact is that Dumbledore repeatedly refused the position of Minister for Magic, and he never abused his power during his tenure as Supreme Mugwump."
Her eyes were fixed on Umbridge like searchlights.
"This..." Umbridge's relaxed face twitched again. "This...this is his disguise. He perfectly packaged himself as a saint in order to—"
A sudden burst of applause interrupted her.
Vincent chuckled and stopped clapping. "At the start of the hearing, Minister Fudge tried to prove through two witnesses that Voldemort's return was fake, and afterwards, Senior Deputy Minister Umbridge fabricated one lie after another."
"I'm not lying!" Umbridge was even more excited than Fudge.
Vincent looked away from her murderous gaze with disgust. "Only your fat-filled brain could come up with such a flawed lie."
Umbridge was so angry that his eyes almost popped out.
She stood up abruptly, her large, fat face contorted in a particularly unseemly grimace. "Apologize! Wayne! You have to apologize to me!"
"You're such a grown man." Vincent raised his hand and lightly waved the air in front of him, as if brushing away something dirty. "Calling you a pig-brain is an insult to pigs."
He kept provoking Umbridge's sensitive and fragile nerves, saying, "Let me tell you a blunt truth: Professor Dumbledore could rule the world anytime without anyone noticing, if he wanted to."
His gaze shifted downwards, settling on Fudge's face. "A malicious person sees everything as a conspiracy. You think Professor Dumbledore recommended me to the teacher for ulterior motives? You're only seeing what you want to see. This kind of narrow-minded thinking only hinders the development of individuals and society."
This statement seems to refer to Umbridge, but it actually refers to the Ministry of Magic officials, led by Fudge.
They are the ones who turn a blind eye to Voldemort's return and even deceive themselves, truly allowing dangerous elements to run rampant.