The Judge's expression remained impassive as he observed the scene unfold. His gaze was fixed on Umbridge, a mix of disappointment and scrutiny in his eyes.

"Dolores," the Judge said, his voice carrying an edge of solemnity, "this display only further underscores the depth of your transgressions. Using the Cruciatus Curse and releasing Dementors on students and threatening their families are not just violations of the law—they are abhorrent acts that reveal a complete disregard for human life and ethical standards."

Umbridge, her face flushed with a mixture of anger and defiance, tried to maintain her composure. "I was acting in the interests of the Ministry and for the greater good. I was protecting our world from what I believed to be dangerous misinformation and self-entitled brats."

The Judge's gaze did not waver. "Your actions, driven by a perverted sense of duty and a desire for control, were neither justified nor excusable. The use of the Cruciatus Curse, a dark and forbidden spell on children in front of other children, shows an utter lack of empathy for others. And the release of Dementors, creatures that feed on the human soul, is a violation of fundamental principles."

Umbridge's eyes flickered with a mix of defiance and fear. "You don't understand the immense pressure Cornelius was under. He was trying to maintain order during a period of unprecedented uncertainty. My actions were intended to stabilize the situation and support the Ministry."

The Judge's voice grew firmer. "Supporting Fudge was merely a means for you to pursue your agenda. You exploited the chaos of the time to inflict suffering, believing that as long as you helped him maintain his power, you could act with impunity. Restoring order does not give you the right to inflict harm on others. Your attempts to justify your actions are weak and fail to absolve you of your responsibility. The real consequences of your actions have caused immense suffering—not only to Harry Potter and his friends but to countless other muggle-born, Half-bloods, and other magical races who endured the consequences of your tyranny."

Umbridge's eyes fell to the ground, the Judge's words weighing heavily on her.

"And what about the Order?" she demanded, her voice laced with desperation. "How would the world have understood the true threats if I hadn't taken action?"

The Judge shook his head, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Order and justice must go hand in hand. It is not enough to act in the name of Order if the methods employed are unjust. Your failure lies in your inability to see beyond your arrogance and prejudices, leading you to commit fundamentally and morally pathetic."

As the Judge's words echoed in the chamber, Umbridge's defiant posture faltered. The full extent of her actions is laid bare. Before the Judge, cast a long shadow over her attempts at justification. The chamber grew somber as the Judge addressed Umbridge directly, recounting her actions at Hogwarts with a tone of deepening gravity.

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Umbridge's eyes gleamed with a twisted satisfaction as she prepared her next method of interrogation. The cold, clinical atmosphere of the dungeon seemed to heighten the tension in the room. Harry and his friends—Ron, Hermione, and Neville—stood in grim silence, their faces betraying their anxiety and fear.

"Professor Snape," Umbridge said, her tone dripping with disdain, "it appears that the Veritaserum was used up on less important matters. How unfortunate for Mr. Potter."

Snape's expression was a mask of inscrutability as he inclined his head in acknowledgment. "Indeed," he said coolly. "It appears you have exhausted the supply through your inept handling."

With a final, disdainful glance, Snape turned on his heel and walked away, his robes billowing behind him as he exited the office.

Umbridge's lips twisted into a smirk. "No matter. We have other methods." She turned her gaze to Harry, her eyes cold and calculating. "The Cruciatus Curse, while harsh, is effective in extracting the truth. Perhaps it will convince Mr. Potter to speak more freely."

Hermione's face went pale, and she stepped forward, her voice trembling with outrage. "You can't do this! Torture isn't the answer. It's illegal and—"

"Silence!" Umbridge snapped, her voice sharp and dismissive as she waved her hand. "Your complaints are nothing but the empty ramblings of a Mudblood. I will do what is necessary to maintain order, regardless of your irrelevant objections."

She turned back to Harry, her gaze unwavering. "Cornelius need not know the details of my methods. What he doesn't know can't hurt him. And if it means to use the Cruciatus curse to open your mouth, so be it."

Harry's heart raced as he tried to steady his breathing. "You won't get anything from me," he said defiantly, though his voice wavered slightly.

Umbridge's smile widened. "We shall see." She gestured to her entourage, who prepared the cast the spell.

Before the curse could be cast, Umbridge's expression shifted slightly as she spoke of another grim revelation. "And let us not forget the matter of the Dementors. I ordered them released upon you. I believed that the threat of such creatures would serve as a powerful deterrent against false claims regarding You know who's return."

Harry's eyes widened in horror, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "You're sick!" he spat out. "You were the one who sent Dementors..."

Umbridge's smile didn't waver. "Desperate times call for desperate measures. If you had not been so insistent on spreading lies, none of this would have happened."

The room fell silent as Umbridge's cruel confession hung heavy in the air. Hermione's eyes were filled with tears of frustration, while Ron and Neville looked on with a mix of anger and fear.

Umbridge's eyes gleamed with a cold satisfaction as she prepared to unleash the curse. "Now, let us see if the Cruciatus Curse will do what the Veritaserum could not."

As the incantation began, the air around them seemed to grow colder, the oppressive weight of the impending torture palpable. Harry steeled himself, knowing that he had to endure whatever was to come, no matter the cost.

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The Judge's gaze was unyielding as he continued to scrutinize Dolores Umbridge's actions. The chamber's atmosphere grew tense as the consequences of her misdeeds were laid bare.

"Dolores," the Judge said, his voice carrying a tone of grave concern, "your actions did not end with the abuses at Hogwarts. The aftermath of your time in power revealed a disturbing continuation of your disregard for justice."

Umbridge's face, marked by the bruises from her encounter with the centaurs and the damage to her wand, flushed with a mix of shame and stubbornness. Her voice cracked as she tried to defend herself. "I only did what I thought was necessary," she insisted, though her tone was increasingly unsteady. "I was under immense pressure, and I had to take drastic measures to maintain order!"

As the Judge's words sank in, her defiance began to crumble. Her eyes darted around, and she struggled to hold back tears. "You don't understand! I did what I thought was right… I had no other choice!" Her voice broke further, her conviction faltering as she confronted the full extent of her failures.

The Judge's eyes were sharp. "Your encounter with the centaurs was a result of your arrogance and disrespect. You insulted beings who, despite their codes and customs, did not deserve the discrimination you inflicted upon them. The destruction of your wand, while poetic in its symbolism, was a consequence of your recklessness."

He continued, "Your recovery period in the hospital wing and your subsequent attempt to escape, only to be thwarted by Peeves, underscore your reluctance to confront the full consequences of your actions. Moreover, the fact that you were later reinstated to a position of influence within the Ministry, despite the severity of your misconduct at Hogwarts, reflects a profound failure of accountability."

Umbridge's eyes darted around the chamber, her composure slipping. "I was allowed to rectify my mistakes. My appointment as a head muggle born registration commission was beyond my control."

The Judge's tone grew sharper. "You blackmailed several individuals to secure your position and won the favor of certain pure-bloods to consolidate your power."

Umbridge's face grew pale as the Judge's words sank in. Her attempts to justify her actions felt increasingly hollow and powerless against the mounting evidence of her misdeeds. The weight of her failures and the gravity of her crimes pressed down on her, leaving her struggling to maintain any semblance of composure.

The Judge's gaze remained steady as he reviewed the final chapter of Dolores Umbridge's actions. The atmosphere in the chamber grew more somber as the details of her post-Hogwarts activities were laid bare.

"Dolores," the Judge began, his voice carrying a tone of grave disapproval, "following Voldemort's takeover of the Ministry, Your role in overseeing the Muggle-Born Registration Commission marked a disturbing continuation of your previous abuses of power."

Umbridge's face reddened with a mix of embarrassment and anger as the Judge continued. "You were instrumental in the persecution of innocent Muggle-born witches and wizards. The trials you conducted, where Dementors were used to terrify and punish the accused, were a stark reflection of your continued disregard for mercy and justice."

Umbridge tried to protest, but her voice faltered under the Judge's unwavering scrutiny. "I was enforcing the Ministry's new policies. I was only following orders," she said, her tone lacking any conviction.

The Judge's gaze was piercing as he addressed Umbridge directly. "Dolores, it's clear that you took a perverse pleasure in torturing Muggle-borns and half-bloods. Your enjoyment of their suffering and your willingness to enforce cruel policies went far beyond mere duty. You relished in the power you wielded over the weak."

The Judge's expression remained unyielding. "Enforcing unjust policies does not absolve you of responsibility. The publication of your propaganda booklet, Mudbloods and the Dangers They Pose to a Peaceful Pure-Blood Society, further perpetuated the discriminatory and harmful ideologies you championed. The imagery of a rose being strangled by weeds was a grotesque metaphor for your views on blood purity."

Umbridge's eyes flickered with defensiveness. "The booklet was meant to strengthen the Ministry's stance. I was doing my part to support our cause."

The Judge shook his head. "Your actions went beyond supporting a cause; they contributed to the suffering and oppression of countless individuals destroying countless families. Your use of the locket—a Horcrux, though you were unaware of its true nature—demonstrates a troubling combination of greed and ignorance."

He continued, recounting the incident when Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, under the Cloak of Invisibility, confronted Umbridge. "Amid the turmoil, you were attacked by Harry Potter and Hermione Granger again. Despite your attempt to deceive them about the locket's origins, they managed to retrieve it and escape."

The Judge's tone grew sharper as he continued, "The fact that you were thwarted by students who hadn't even completed their education at Hogwarts—demonstrates your profound failures and misjudgments as an experienced witch. They managed to outwit and evade you again, despite your power as a witch." Umbridge's face was a mixture of anger and shame as she listened to the Judge's recounting of her actions.

Her face twisted with bitterness, and Umbridge began hurling harsh accusations and derogatory remarks. "Those two are nothing but a pair of foul, meddling children," she sneered. "They're too naïve to understand the complexities of maintaining order and the sacrifices required to preserve peace. Their constant interference and deceit have only sown chaos, undermining everything I worked tirelessly to achieve. They're nothing but troublemakers, ungrateful for the stability I tried to bring to a world that was falling apart."

Her voice trembled with indignation as she continued, "They revel in their defiance, undermining authority and spreading discord. It's no wonder that their actions led to war. They are a blight on any semblance of order or progress!"

The Judge's gaze remained unwavering. "Dolores, your contempt for them only serves to highlight your inability to accept responsibility for your actions. The real issue is not their rebellious behaviors but your abuse of power and the harm you've caused. This is about confronting the truth of your failures, not shifting blame."

As the Judge concluded, the chamber was filled with a heavy silence. The full scope of Dolores Umbridge's actions, from her time at Hogwarts to her role in Voldemort's Ministry, was laid bare for all to see. The consequences of her deeds, in her entire life were a sobering reminder of the impact of unchecked power and moral corruption.

Umbridge's defiant stance had all but crumbled.

"Dolores Umbridge," the Judge began, his tone reflecting the gravity of the moment, "the fall of Lord Voldemort and the subsequent reformation of the Ministry of Magic under Kingsley Shacklebolt have brought to light the full extent of your crimes."

The Judge's expression remained stern. "Your actions, particularly during the time of Voldemort's regime, were marked by a profound disregard of any morality. The persecution of Muggle-born witches and wizards under the Muggle-Born Registration Commission was a severe abuse of power. Your trials subjected innocent individuals to Dementors and sent many to Azkaban for crimes they did not commit."

He continued, "The evidence presented against you is overwhelming. Your involvement in creating propaganda to further the pure-blood agenda and your general disregard for the suffering of others have been thoroughly documented."

Umbridge's face hardened, but she could not escape the weight of the Judge's words. The recent reformation of the Ministry had made it clear that there would be no leniency for those who had committed such heinous acts.

As the Judge's words sank in, Umbridge's composure began to crack. Her face twisted with desperation, and her voice grew louder and more frantic. "You don't understand!" she screamed. "I was right! I was trying to bring stability to the society that was falling apart!"

Her hands flew to her head, her eyes wide with a mix of rage and panic. "This isn't real! It can't be real! I'm still being tortured by Dementors! I feel their cold, their darkness, their despair—this is just a fantasy!"

Umbridge's voice rose to a frenzied pitch as she continued to rail against the Judge. "You're all just figments of my imagination! The real torture is still happening! I'm still in their grasp, still suffering for the choices I made!"

The Judge's voice was resolute as he delivered the verdict. "Given the severity of your crimes and the lasting impact on the lives of countless individuals, you are hereby sentenced…..."