Subdued

Umbridge's office was packed, yet silent.

The captured members of Dumbledore's Army all had their heads lowered. At this moment, perhaps only Fred and George Weasley still held their heads high.

A reporter stood in the corner of the office, constantly writing something in the notebook in his hand.

The smile on Umbridge's face gradually faded, because not a single person stepped forward to say they were willing to testify.

The students were afraid that Umbridge would expel them, afraid that they would be sent to Azkaban, but at the same time, they were also afraid of betrayal.

Even betrayal required courage.

Umbridge's gaze slowly swept across everyone until she spotted Neville, who was trembling slightly. A flicker of delight flashed through her eyes.

To squeeze a persimmon, you picked the soft one.

"Neville Longbottom, I remember that you only have your grandmother at home, is that right?"

Umbridge's chilling voice made every inch of Neville's skin tighten, and he nearly found it hard to breathe.

"Is that so? Hmm?" Umbridge leaned her head closer.

Neville nodded weakly. "Y-yes..."

Umbridge straightened up and paced back and forth before Neville with satisfaction. "Your grandmother is still counting on you to find a good job after graduation. If you get expelled, how angry will your grandmother be? Tsk, tsk..."

As she spoke, she shook her head with a look of regret. Yet there was no sympathy in her eyes whatsoever—only eager anticipation for a spectacle.

Neville nearly lowered his head into his chest. Though he was already rather large, he somehow looked increasingly shrunken.

Umbridge suddenly walked over, pushed him toward a chair, and forcibly made him sit down. "Don't worry. The Ministry of Magic understands every one of you and is willing to give you a chance to redeem yourselves. After