Who Runs This Ministry of Magic, You or Me?

Roy frowned as soon as he heard someone was making trouble. He leaned close to Aisling's ear and quietly asked who this person was.

"How the fuck would I know? You're British—why are you asking me, a German?"

More than one person reacted that way. Many people in the courtroom, including Dumbledore, frowned and turned to look at the giant toad sitting at the end of the judges' bench.

"Who the fuck is that?"

That was the shared question in everyone's mind.

Dumbledore did not know her either. He narrowed his eyes and looked puzzledly at Umbridge, who had risen to her feet with a fake smile plastered across her face, then quietly asked her.

"May I ask who you are?"

Umbridge gave what she considered a ladylike curtsy, unaware that her old toad trying to act young nearly made everyone present sick.

Dumbledore nodded, revealing nothing on his face as his mind rapidly worked out what sort of performance this was.

"Then, Madam Umbridge, what is your opinion?"

Dumbledore deliberately lowered his stance, intending to draw out the mastermind behind this insignificant little employee.

Sure enough, Dumbledore had merely cast the hook, without even using bait, and had reeled in the big fish behind Umbridge.

Faced with the greatest wizard in the entire Wizarding World humbling himself, Umbridge, insignificant as she was, naturally could not offer any worthwhile advice. Thus, the true culprit who had sent her out to obstruct Dumbledore and make an issue of this matter stepped forward.

"Oh, Dolores, Professor Dumbledore manages the daily lives and education of hundreds of students. It is only natural that he might lack the energy and fall short in his guardianship. There is no need to make such a fuss."

The one who voluntarily jumped out was Minister for Magic