Portkeys were extremely difficult to make.
Harry knew that even without the relevant knowledge he had gained from Ravenclaw's legacy. After all, it involved three fields-alchemy, Charms, and Transfiguration-and could be considered one of the greatest achievements of modern magic.
But what happened before his eyes today made him question whether that understanding was correct, because Dumbledore casually picked up a wooden decoration from the floor, not completely broken and originally attached to who knew what, and pointed his wand at it.
With just a brief incantation, he turned the thing into a Portkey that could take them to Hogwarts.
That made no fucking sense!
Yet when it came to Dumbledore, people always seemed to readily accept all sorts of things that clearly made no sense. Right now, for instance, Dumbledore had turned some unidentifiable piece of rubbish into a Portkey with a single spell.
Neither the Order of the Phoenix members nearby nor the Ministry of Magic employees showed much surprise.
Only the young wizards of R.B. stood there dumbfounded. They had studied Portkeys and knew how difficult they were to make. So seeing Dumbledore make one with such effortless ease left every one of them utterly astonished.
"Making and using Portkeys without authorization is illegal," Umbridge muttered.
At a time like this, however, hardly anyone wanted to bother with her.
"Someone ought to mind her own affairs. I know a little about what you've done, and I'm afraid it's enough to put you before the Wizengamot." When most people wanted nothing to do with Umbridge, there was still someone willing to respond.
That someone was Sirius. He gave Umbridge a cold look and sneered.
Umbridge froze when Sirius spoke, but then immediately realized that this was a possibility. She opened her mouth, seemingly unable to argue, and could