In the office, a wave of whispers rose as the other Ministry of Magic officials looked at Lyon in confusion.
Why was a student so good at sucking up? Where did that leave them, the Ministry officials?
They felt that Lyon was better suited to working at the Ministry of Magic than being cooped up here at Hogwarts.
No wonder Lyon had become the Godfather of the Razor Gang...
David, standing nearby, was rendered speechless by Lyon's words. He stammered, trying to say something, but David's father immediately cut him off.
"David, shut up."
David's father had lived for decades. As the head of one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight Families, his family might have declined somewhat in recent years, but that did not mean he could not read the situation.
Fudge was clearly very pleased with Lyon's words. If David spoke now, he would only earn Fudge's displeasure.
"Everyone, since Minister Fudge has already settled this matter, let us put it aside for now."
As Dumbledore spoke, he rose to his feet. The others quieted down, while Umbridge glanced at Fudge's expression and spoke with a toad-like smile.
"Since there is nothing else, we shall return to the Ministry of Magic. The esteemed Minister Fudge still has a press conference this afternoon."
The other Ministry officials also rose in agreement. With Fudge leading the way, they left the office.
David shot Lyon a resentful glare from behind. He had thought today would be the day Lyon was thrown into Azkaban, but Lyon had simply been too eloquent.
Why had he never noticed that Lyon was so good with words before?
Still, remembering that Fudge would investigate the matter again in a few days, David's mood finally settled.
He was just a man about to die. He was merely struggling for