Go, go?
Hey, you ran away, what should I do? What about the minister’s mission? Don’t you care?
Umbridge stood blankly on the spot, her eyes that were not clear at all were filled with confusion. Three questions were running through her heart, but she didn't dare to ask them out loud.
The mission of the Aurors is to investigate the disappearance of the Dementors. This is also a normal mission that can be put on the table and recorded in the files.
But Fudge had almost left the hint in the sun before coming, and she didn't believe that Scrimgeour couldn't understand it.
Suppressing, finding trouble, and shaking Dumbledore's authority showed Fudge's attitude of not "complicit" with him, which was the real purpose of their coming here.
The specific operations of offending people are performed by Umbridge, and what the Auror has to do is to be the slate in the hands of the good witch. They don't need to worry about who to hit and how to do it.
Originally this was all tacitly understood, but Scrimgeour turned around and left after completing his apparent mission, immediately putting Umbridge in the awkward position of losing all her cards.
Uh, let’s not play Three Kingdoms. Can we change it to the rules of running fast? JPG
Umbridge raised her hand to grab Scrimgeour. After standing still for two seconds, she closed her mouth and turned around angrily.
Scrimgeour was not Fudge's person in the first place, and he controlled the Ministry of Magic's highest force agency. Even if he lost Fudge's face, the two sides would not be at odds with each other.
But she was different. As early as when she decided to climb Fudge's big tree, the suffix of Umbridge's name was already written as wizard and pronounced as lackey.
Catching all the rabbits is dangerous, not catching any rabbits is even more dangerous, but the most dangerous thing is seeing a rabbit but not daring to pounce on it and bite it!
In that case, her "lackey" would have no effect.
No, maybe I can make a good pot of soup...
But no matter how delicious the soup was, Umbridge couldn't drink it herself.
"Professor Dumbledore and Scrimgeour are leading the Aurors to conduct external activities, while I will stay in Hogwarts to conduct internal investigations."
Umbridge took a deep breath, already scolding Scrimgeour so much in her heart that she walked away, cutting off all her escape routes.
She knew that there was an iron wall ahead of her, but she had to face it head on.
If you go in, you may get a bloody head and lose some face in front of hundreds of people.
He retreated, and everything was fine for the time being, but sooner or later he would be beaten to the end by Fudge.
"Ms. Umbridge, I think you must have made a mistake. The Ministry of Magic has no right to interfere with the internal operations of Hogwarts."
Dumbledore's tone was the same as before, but every word he spoke was like a hammer hitting Umbridge's heart, making her face turn pale.
Dumbledore, Ani, and Bill had previously obtained an ancient soul from Egypt. He and his friends had been studying it for a long time, and were about to produce results, but they had to come back to deal with these messy things.
Over the past two years, Ani has brought him too many surprises, and it has also given Dumbledore more expectations for life.
Although the little boy when they first met has not yet grown into a towering tree, he has also taken root in Hogwarts. One day, he will be able to live without fear of wind and rain in this old castle.
With every step Ernie took on his own path, Dumbledore felt the burden on him become lighter.
He no longer regarded the future of England as his responsibility, and slowly began to assume the role of an academic wizard.
Well, we all know how much academics hate people taking up their research time.
To put it simply, Dumbledore is no longer too lazy to negotiate with the Ministry of Magic.
You deceive me and I make you cry!
When Dumbledore added a hint of mental coercion to his words, Umbridge really wanted to cry.
Why is this bad old man's temper different from before? !
But there was no way, Umbridge had no choice but to bear down.
People can walk on two legs, and one foot and one foot represent our right to choose. Although Umbridge had nothing on her neck, she spent half her life creating a collar and a chain for herself.
The collar delimits her range of movement, and the chains are controlled by human hands, either to please her or to struggle to break free.
To break away from all this would be to personally erase half of her life's hard work.
It's sad but not pitiful, because this path was her own choice when she was still a human being. . (This chapter is not finished yet!)
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"This is Minister Fudge's order. Since Hogwarts is in the UK, it has no right to refuse."
Umbridge stepped forward, aggressive on the outside but panicked on the inside.
The voice of these words was so loud that there was an uproar in the auditorium.
Got into a fight?
How dare she!
That was Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts and the greatest white wizard. That woman was crazy!
Hearing the little wizard's noise, Umbridge was no longer afraid. With so many people here, would Dumbledore still dare to attack the staff of the Ministry of Magic?
"Everyone here is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic, including you, Albus Dumbledore, and we must obey Minister Fudge's orders."
The rolling sound gave her courage. Unfortunately, this courage did not come from faith, but from ignorance.
Dumbledore really doesn't want to fall out with the Ministry of Magic now, but Umbridge cannot represent the entire Ministry of Magic, and Fudge is not qualified either.
Even if Dumbledore throws a death curse on Umbridge, Fudge will handle it properly.
A worried Dumbledore is not scary, but an unscrupulous wizard can make Fudge sleep uneasy.
However, judging from the results, Umbridge was right. The old principal did not suddenly snap up and give her a stick, and he did not even respond verbally.
because……
Short exclamations sounded in the auditorium, and then the noise became lower and lower, gradually becoming quiet.
It wasn't that the little wizards were shocked by Umbridge's arrogant words, but the sudden appearance of two little ones attracted all their attention.
Umbridge stood in front of the teacher's chair and spoke nonsense, while Peeves floated quietly above her.
Uh-huh, there's a brown-skinned mouse in his hand.
After a fateful encounter, Peeves was impressed by Jerry's excellent prank skills, and the two became like-minded good friends, making the little wizard dumbfounded by the trick.
However, because Jerry's idea is more interesting and belongs to the level of "entertaining you", it actually pulls Peeves out of the "annoying" quagmire.
Two months into school, the reputation of this mischievous pair among freshmen is actually quite good.
And after doing this job, it is estimated that Peeves' popularity will be greatly reversed.
Jerry let Peeves grab his waist, put his right hand behind his back, and when he took it out again, he was holding a small pocket hammer.
The two brothers looked at each other and shook their heads.
Obviously not satisfied with the size of the hammer.
Then Jerry picked up the two corners of the hammer and stretched it out...
Still little, come again...
Work harder...
continue……
When the small hammer evolved into a wall-breaking sledgehammer, the two friends looked at each other and finally nodded at the same time.
The decision is yours!
"eighty!"
That was the last sound Umbridge heard today.
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Thank you friends for your support and companionship.
The small hammer is forty, the big hammer is eighty, wow, click, click.
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