Chapter 316 Waiting for the Rabbit
But after hearing her words, Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, with some emotion in his eyes:
"Such a suggestion, I really didn't expect it... I thought you would have hatred towards her..."
His mood suddenly became very good, and a smile appeared on his face, as if he had seen his child suddenly grow up:
"Tolerance is a virtue. We should really give her a second chance. I'm glad you said that."
He could deeply feel the radiance of humanity shining in Jian Yu!
This is an instinctive respect and love for fellow life, transcending the distinction between friend and foe!
Even in the face of Dolores Umbridge, who had hurt her and expelled her, and was evil at heart—
You can also lend a hand to help her when she is defenseless!
"Yes, when she is no longer one of Fudge's men, she is just an ordinary, defenseless wizard who should be protected." Dumbledore sighed, "It is rare to think in this way, and it is very visionary."
Jian Yu uttered a bewildered "Ah" and couldn't help but stand in awe of Dumbledore.
She could only think of going to Umbridge and waiting for her chance, but he could think of the light of humanity!
Perhaps this is the realm of the greatest white wizard of our time—
When facing Umbridge, the former enemy with a dark heart, she can still provide help and protection.
She and Dumbledore looked at each other, and each saw the touch in the other's eyes.
"Come on, Jade," Dumbledore said softly. "I was thinking of sending Mundungus to keep an eye on it... but now that you mention it, I'll go there myself. It won't take us long."
......
Umbridge became mentally unstable after being dismissed.
"Who allowed you in?"
Almost as soon as Jane and Dumbledore entered the house, she screamed hysterically:
"You conspired to destroy me! And now you have the nerve to appear before me!"
Her father, Alford Umbridge, opened the door for them and silently retreated into a corner where the fire could not reach.
Jian Yu found that the house was very dilapidated. The armchair made a creaking sound, many bricks on the wall were broken, and the iron railings were rusted. It seemed that Umbridge was not having a good time.
And Umbridge herself is no longer the sweet and lovely strawberry-frosted cupcake.
She was still wearing the pink lace suit, but the clothes had turned white. Her short and fat body was swollen due to alcoholism, and the wrinkles on her face were stretched and swollen, looking like they would burst if poked.
Dumbledore ignored her and turned to her father and spoke gently:
"It's been a long time, Alford. I haven't heard much from you since you retired from the Magical Preservation Department. I hope everything is going well for you."
The figure in the darkness beside the fire moved, and a very old, hoarse, but timid voice was barely audible:
"Thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore, and you too."
"Alford!" Umbridge screamed. "How dare you say hello to him! Get out of here and mop your floor!"
Her father fell silent and shrank back into the shadows.
Dumbledore and Jian Yu frowned at the same time.
Although the two had long realized that Umbridge was hopeless, it was still disgusting to see her behavior with their own eyes.
But Umbridge was clearly broken, her eyes widened and she gasped:
"You come to see my joke, don't you? You feel happy just by looking at the miserable end of Dolores Umbridge, who was once so glorious, after being ruined by you opponents. You are so disgusting!"
Jian Yu suspected that she was introducing herself.
Umbridge grabbed a bottle at her feet and threw it at her, but the bottle was easily caught.
Jane waved her wand, and the bottle returned in a physics-defying manner, exploding next to Umbridge's ear.
The other party shuddered, but still stared at her with red and bloodshot eyes, cursing angrily:
"It's you - I know it's you - what do you want to do to me? You conspired to incite those students to rebel against me and framed me for spreading Muggle ideas. You are a dirty bitch, a two-faced bastard, a liar. Your supporters are just like you. Slytherins are all liars! Liars!"
When she took off the gorgeous coat of the Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic, she also peeled off the disguised polite appearance, revealing her dirtiest and darkest side.
And to this day, she has never even doubted that there is anything wrong with her, and still attributes her failure to Jian Yu who opposed her.
Even Dumbledore, who was usually good-tempered, couldn't stand her foul language. He said in a loud voice:
"You have done this all yourself, Dolores Umbridge. Before you blame others, think about what you have done."
"You came to Hogwarts to be a professor only to find evidence of my conspiracy to overthrow the Ministry of Magic so that you could become someone Fudge trusted and enter the center of power. From the beginning, you never came here to teach and educate people. Being kicked out of the school by students and parents is what you deserve!"
Umbridge sneered, showing no sign of reflection.
Dumbledore looked at her with obvious and undisguised disgust:
"You enjoy the pleasure of conquering and humiliating others brought by power, and you have made Hogwarts your own place of authority. Everyone knows who you punish the most - those children from Muggle families or half-blood children. You hate them, and you use school rules to satisfy your desire to abuse the disenfranchised. What's even more ridiculous is that you are also half-blood when you do this."
These words seemed to have touched the deepest fear in Umbridge's heart, shattering her already broken defenses.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" She yelled hysterically, even grabbing the bottle and throwing it at Dumbledore, "I am a pure blood, and my dead father was the most outstanding member of the Wizengamot -"
It was ridiculous to say this in front of Albus Dumbledore, the most distinguished member of the Wizengamot.
What's even more ridiculous is that -
There was a faint gasp from the shadows beside the fire; it was the voice of her unacknowledged, still-living father, Alford Umbridge.
"You can lie to others, but don't lie to yourself." Jian Yu couldn't help but ask, "Isn't your father here?"
She seemed to understand Umbridge's psychology:
Perhaps this is why the more you have nothing, the more you pretend to have something——
Lying about her pure-blooded origin was just a fig leaf for her inferiority complex so that she could gain respect from others in the process of climbing up.
Even in the process, she gradually brainwashed herself and really believed the lies she had made up for herself.
As soon as she said this, the room suddenly became quiet.
Umbridge's face flashed with obvious panic, shame, and anger... Her lips trembled, her nostrils twitched, and she couldn't say a word.
"You, what on earth are you doing here?" Her voice suddenly became very small, like the buzzing of a mosquito, "I don't have what you want, I am insignificant and my words don't count--"
Jian Yu looked down at Umbridge, who was slumped on the sofa, and nodded:
"You are right, but you have something Voldemort wants."
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