"You!" Hermione spat, striding forward with her wand held out defensively. "You call yourself the Minister of Magic. You’re supposed to be someone I can trust!" she exclaimed. "But you blackmailed me into planting Memory Charms. Was it in hopes that all of the prisoners would be permanently damaged like Lucius Malfoy? How can that help anyone? If the guilty can never learn the error of their ways, society will never change. You are no better than Voldemort, using fear and manipulation tactics to gain control for your own benefit. I didn’t want to cast the Charm, but you promised you’d help restore my parents’ memories and you lied to me. I know about your conversation after I left; the Aurors never even went to Australia. You knew I was suffering and used my skill, my deviance with that Charm to do the Ministry’s dirty work, giving me false hope. After everything I’ve done in the War, you had the audacity to emotionally abuse me. You were aware of the fact my parents were targets of the Death Eaters; you knew my intentions with the Memory Charm were innocent and yet you exploited me anyway."