Hagrid's Arrest

That night, on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Umbridge's pink robes stood out starkly in the night, her plump face tinged with a bluish-gray from the cold wind, and she clutched an unfolded parchment in her hand.

"I have an anonymous tip here," she said ominously to the people around her, "Saying that Rubeus Hagrid is illegally possessing a wand and hiding it inside a pink umbrella."

She discovered the whistleblower letter this afternoon in the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor's office.

The contents of the letter delighted her. Everyone knew she hated Hagrid, the Half-Giant, and Hagrid was one of Dumbledore's most loyal and trusted subordinates. So she wasted no time and immediately gathered her men, deciding to arrest Hagrid that very night.

The five Auror beside him remained calm and silent, dressed in battle robes, their wands gripped tightly in their hands. John Dawlish, the leader, had an eager expression on his face. If this battle succeeded, his position in the Ministry of Magic would become increasingly important, and it was even possible that he would replace Scrimgeour, who had lost Minister Fudge's trust.

Grimmson, standing on the other side of the group, ignored Umbridge's clamor, only looking down to examine the three short blades and several strangely shaped magic bottles at his waist. His eyes held the excitement of a hunter, seemingly anticipating the upcoming hunt.

Dozens of steps behind them, an invisible phantom silently crept up behind them.

Skylar Malfoy stood between the moonlight and shadow, his form and presence concealed by the Invisible Phantom Charm and the Supreme Robe. The anonymous letter of denunciation was, of course, his handiwork.

He didn't dislike Hagrid, but regardless of whether he wrote the letter or not, Umbridge was ultimately going to deal with Hagrid anyway. Therefore, the purpose of this whistleblower letter was to allow him to accurately pinpoint the date when Umbridge would take action against Hagrid.

He touched the Serpent Ring on his finger, which was flashing with a special frequency of green light, as if conveying some kind of signal.

Bang bang bang!

A loud, rough knocking echoed through the night, making the windows of Hagrid's Hut tremble slightly.

"Who is it?" A familiar voice rang out from inside the house—tinged with a hint of alertness.

"I'm Headmaster Umbridge! This is an urgent order from the Ministry of Magic!" Umbridge said in a shrill voice, but her tone was filled with undisguised malice. "Open the door, Hagrid!"

Hagrid slowly opened the door. His hound, Fang, seemed to sense the intruders' ill intentions and barked loudly from inside the house, as if warning these late-night visitors.

Hagrid wasn't as rugged as he appeared. Even now, he knew Umbridge and the others had ill intentions. He stood at the door, warily eyeing the seven people before him, a pink umbrella in his hand.

A few seconds later, a dull thud of a wooden table overturning came from inside the room, followed by a bright red light bursting out of the window.

"Charge!" Umbridge screamed.

"What are you doing!" Hagrid roared as he stormed out of the house, swung his pink umbrella with a powerful Blasting Curse that knocked over the two Auror in the front row!

"He really has a wand!" Umbridge screamed, directing, "Don't engage him directly, force him into the forest!"

Umbridge was worried that the fighting here would attract the attention of the other professors at Hogwarts, especially the heads of the House, who were all quite powerful. If they appeared, it would make tonight's raid even more difficult. Therefore, she had already planned to capture Hagrid in the Forbidden Forest.

Enraged, Hagrid brandished his umbrella and roared as he fled into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

Several Auror followed closely behind, unleashing binding magic along the way, but Hagrid's Giant blood granted him astonishing resistance. He broke free from the restraints several times, shattering the earth and snapping thick trees, finally charging into the Forbidden Forest.

The forest was chilling, with shadowy figures of beasts swaying and withered branches snapping underfoot. Umbridge and the others, panting, tracked Hagrid down, and relying on Grimmson's experience, they finally set a trap in a canyon-like forest valley.

"This is it," Grimmson whispered, a cold smile playing on his lips. He subtly planted his wand on the ground and muttered, "Quicksand Conjuring Charm."

The ground instantly turned into quicksand, Hagrid accidentally sank into the knee-deep mud.

"Haa!" he roared, struggling and swinging his arms to send two Auror flying, but the next second, several chains came whistling through the air—

"Iron Chain Conjuring Charm!"

Five thick chains, like living snakes, attacked from all directions, wrapping around his hands, feet, and torso, with the last one locking his throat.

"Ugh--Get out of here!" Hagrid's voice became hoarse and violent, his muscles bulging as he forcefully broke a chain from one of his arms, the force sending mud flying everywhere.

"His resistance is too high!" one of the Auror shouted.

"Get out of the way, I'm using a nerve-paralyzing drug!" Grimmson coldly ordered, throwing a grayish-purple glass bottle that struck Hagrid squarely in the chest. The bottle shattered, and a thick gas instantly enveloped Hagrid.

The gas formed from the nerve-paralyzing fluid was inhaled through Hagrid's nostrils, ears, and mouth, and could even be slowly absorbed through Hagrid's rough skin.

Hagrid's movements began to slow, and his gaze began to dart away.

"You... you're despicable... I just—" he hissed, collapsing to his knees. A numbing sensation filled his body, leaving him utterly powerless.

"He's immobilized. Take him to Azkaban." Umbridge raised his chin high, revealing a disgustingly smug expression.

Skylar, who was observing from the sidelines, couldn't help but sigh that the trip was worthwhile, allowing him to glimpse the true strength of the Ministry of Magic.

In the original story, Umbridge also led a few Auror to try to capture Hagrid, but their strategy of using Stunning Spell to knock Hagrid unconscious was clearly ineffective. Hagrid's resistance to the spell was too high, and Hagrid ultimately managed to escape by taking advantage of the terrain, though he was seriously injured.

This time, however, because Grimmson, who had some knowledge of the Giant' abilities and characteristics, was by Umbridge's side, the Snatchers did not attack Hagrid directly. Instead, they chose to use restrictive magic, such as the Mud Swamp Charm and the Iron Chain Conjuring Charm, and finally succeeded in capturing Hagrid.

Just as Umbridge was feeling smug, a low thud of hooves came from the woods.

A group of Centaur emerged silently from the darkness.

Leader Bane stepped out of the shade and glanced at everything with a cold gaze.

"Wizards, this is our territory according to our agreement with Hogwarts," he roared. "You have defiled the peace and tranquility of the Forbidden Forest and violated the agreement."

Umbridge and her group had already successfully completed their mission, and all they needed to do now was escort Hagrid away. Although Hagrid had always had a good relationship with the Centaur, the proud and aloof Centaur had no reason to risk conflict with Hogwarts or the Ministry of Magic for Hagrid's sake.

Unfortunately, Umbridge harbored a deep-seated prejudice against the other races in the magical world; in her mind, they were nothing more than a group of unintelligent, uncivilized savages.

She completely disregarded Bane's accusations, instead sneering and raising her chin, "Shut up, you're nothing but a bunch of animals, you have no right to interfere in wizarding affairs."

These words were like a flame igniting dry grass, Centaur immediately stirred, raising their bows and spears.

"We should nail you to a tree," Bane said in a low voice, his eyes reddening, upon hearing the insult directed at the Centaur.

Call out--!

An arrow grazed Umbridge's ear and embedded itself in the ground.

The air froze in that instant.

The next second— the Centaur launched their charge.

Battle breaks out.

Arrows rained down like a storm as Auror and Centaur clashed, lightning and flames intertwined, trees felled, Mars flew. Grimmson's attacks were swift and clean; he severed a Centaur's bowstring with a single stroke, then hurled a short blade into the man's shoulder.

Umbridge was knocked down by a Centaur in the chaos, screaming in agony. Her wand was crushed, and she could only roll around in the mud to survive.

Only after all five Auror were wounded, and Grimmson, seeing the situation was dire, threw out a Potions. The shattered bottle emitted thick green smoke, and the Auror finally managed to drag the semi-conscious Hagrid away. Umbridge was also carried away by Grimmson, thus ending the bloody battle.

The Centaur, unwilling to pursue, retreated into the forest.

Witnessing all this with a cold eye, Skylar revealed a smug smile—the appearance of the Centaur here was naturally Sarf's doing, and Umbridge's mouth did not disappoint Skylar's expectations, enraging the Centaur in one fell swoop, and ultimately, as Skylar had anticipated, the two sides engaged in a great battle.

In fact, Skylar's machinations were partly responsible for Umbridge losing her wand so quickly. His Silent Formless Casting skills were so refined that casting a simple spell to trip Umbridge unnoticed was a piece of cake. And the final result was exactly as he predicted—

Just now, Skylar saw it clearly: Umbridge had been hit by at least ten arrows, and his body and limbs had been trampled countless times by the Centaur's iron hooves.

Centaur arrows are not to be trifled with; in the original story, they can even kill Giant. Such an injury would likely keep her in St Mungo's Hospital for months.

In other words, Umbridge will not be at school again until the end of this semester. And without Umbridge—

The long-dormant Sleeping Dragon Society has finally found an opportunity to revive.

And the price for all of this was merely Hagrid being sent to Azkaban.