Why are the people at the Ministry of Magic becoming more and more idle? !
Rutina thought and kicked the pebbles on the side of the road.
When she went to Ollivander's Restaurant in the morning, several uninvited guests suddenly broke in and arrested her on the charge of "counterfeiting."
Check it out, check it out, it's not her who is going to be embarrassed.
People along the way showed surprised eyes. In the front are two arrogant Ministry of Magic officials with their noses in the sky, and in the back is a little girl with "it doesn't matter" written all over her face. It is undoubtedly a scene worth eating.
The hall of the Ministry of Magic is a splendid place with polished dark wooden floors. The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with sparkling golden symbols, constantly moving and changing, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the wooden boards.
This is not the first time Lutina has come to the Ministry of Magic. But the last time she came was the night she was accused of killing the Potters ten years ago.
The Ministry of Magic is not only idle, it's brainless.
Rutina made another note in her mind for the Ministry of Magic.
After the security check, they arrived at the second floor. This is the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, which includes the Office for the Abuse of Magic, Auror Command, and the Wizengamot Governing Body.
The two officials took the lead to step out, followed closely by Lutina.
"Jack, how do you cure rheumatism? You know, I—"
An official from the Ministry of Magic came over in a hurry. His expression seemed to be expecting a reply from the official in front of her.
"I don't have time now, Donald. Look at this behind me—"
The Ministry official, who was called Jack, was stunned.
Lutina held a copy of the "Huangdi Neijing" in one hand and a "Difficult Sutra" in the other hand, both of which were in ancient Chinese.
"The traditional Chinese medicine version of the treatment can be decoction, moxibustion, or acupuncture. Acupuncture can have immediate results and is worth using. The western medicine version... I don't think you don't know, go to St. Mungo's .”
However, Donald's attention was clearly not here.
"Chinese medicine? Are you an Oriental?! Are you Chinese?!"
He was obviously very happy, but Rutina was confused by his operation.
Orientals have light yellow skin, straight black hair, and flat faces; while she has red hair and eyes as green as freshly pickled toads. She doesn't look like she has oriental ancestry.
"I went to China for a few years before. What about you?"
But before Donald could reply, Lutina was dragged away by Jack.
"See you later, Red Hair!"
Ministry officials were not polite. Lutina complained silently, but still waved to the man.
Jack glanced nervously at his watch.
The three of them ran all the way, Lutina's heart thudded against her ribs, and her throat was filled with the smell of blood.
In front of a white door, Jack stopped. He gasped and pushed open the door. Another official was waiting at the door.
Lutina swallowed hard and followed Jack into the trial room.
The surrounding walls are all white, and the light spots of torches dance on the walls. The curtains were drawn, blocking out the light.
There were about ten people in front of Lutina, two of whom had a delicate silver "W" embroidered on their left chests, which was the symbol of the Wizengamot.
The woman in the middle has been staring at Rutina without blinking since she entered the door. She has a broad, saggy face and a small black velvet bow on her short curly hair, resembling a pink toad.
Lutina screamed in her heart. Umbridge is famous for her love of humiliating others, and she will certainly suffer no good consequences if she takes advantage of her. But it would be different if that person would come.
"The trial on June 30," she said in a high-pitched voice, "the trial of Lutina W. Ollivander, the owner of Ollivander's Restaurant at No. 77 Diagon Alley, for violating the " Food Safety Law” case.”
"Interrogator: Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement—"
"Witnesses for the defense: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."
Dumbledore strode in against the light, and there seemed to be a fire in Lutina's heart. Her confidence surged up instantly, giving her steadiness and hope.
"Severus Snape."
Rutina turned her head sharply again, and she saw Snape with a gloomy face walking in followed by Dumbledore. She never expected that Snape could come.
Umbridge smirked.
"We will start the trial now."
"Are you Lutina W. Ollivander, who runs Ollivander's Restaurant at No. 77 Diagon Alley?" Umbridge asked, staring at Lutina unblinkingly.
"Yes." Lutina glared back not to be outdone.
"Do you admit that you put illegal or harmful substances in food?"
"I don't admit it." Rutina tried her best to hold back her laughter. Umbridge's voice could be used to apply for a voice actor.
"Very good, very good. I believe everyone here has been to Ollivander's Restaurant, right?"
There were a few rare "yes"s from the crowd, but most of them didn't respond.
"Do you admit that you made a mixture of milk and tea and sold it?"
"I admit it, but I usually call that stuff milk tea."
"Do you know that this is extremely harmful to the human body?"
"for example?"
Umbridge fell silent, but still stared at Rutina. She seemed confident enough to make Rutina dare not speak, but she didn't expect Rutina to reply like this.
"Milk can improve sleep, supplement calcium, fight cancer, and tea can help lose weight, refresh the mind, and reduce high blood pressure. The mixture of the two has the advantages of both. I really can't imagine what kind of monster brain you have. Come and arrest me.”
"Besides, I think the feeling a drink brings to people is not the amount of nutrition, but the quality of the taste."
Rutina said half-seriously, still glaring at Umbridge.
"But our drug test showed-"
"I personally inspect all the food sold by Miss Ollivander. Isn't that enough?"
Snape, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said that the air pressure around him could freeze a penguin to death.
"Or is it that the Ministry of Magic still doesn't have enough trust in me?"
The crowd immediately began to whisper, and Umbridge couldn't stand it any longer.
"Quiet! Quiet!" said Umbridge. "Let us hear what Mr. Dumbledore has to say."
There must be a troll dancing around in Umbridge's head, isn't this self-inflicted? Rutina thought so and turned to look at Dumbledore.
"Milk and tea is a good idea," his rich voice sounded. "Besides, we have heard it, and the greatest potions master of our time has also examined it."
"But she has a criminal record!" Umbridge shouted. "She was accused of killing the Potters!"
"I really can't think of any connection between that and this." Dumbledore said without being humble or condescending, looking at Umbridge calmly. "And anyone with a discerning eye knows that Voldemort did it."
"I also don't understand why the Ministry of Magic goes to such great lengths to accuse a little girl. Is it because the Ministry of Magic is corrupted, or is it because some people have joined in?!"
Upon hearing the word "Voldemort", Umbridge immediately fainted, and it seemed that she couldn't wait to leave this place.
"Ah...uh..."
"If you agree that the accusation is unfounded, please raise your hands!"
Ms. Bones spoke in a booming voice, interrupting Umbridge's hemming and hawing. She raised her hand first.
Rutina looked up at everyone. One, two... nine people raised their hands, believing that no one except Umbridge believed this ridiculous accusation.
“If you agree with the establishment of the accusation, please raise your hands!”
Everyone immediately fell silent. Only Umbridge raised her hand.
"Very well, then—the accusation is not true!"
"The accusation...is not established." Umbridge glared at everyone and repeated it.
Snape stood up, and the air pressure became higher. He walked out of the interrogation room without saying a word.
Dumbledore also stood up.
"That's great, have a nice day everyone."
He followed Snape out of the interrogation room.
Umbridge gave Rutina a vicious look.
The crowd came out in droves, and a few even winked at Rutina.
A smile appeared on Lutina's lips. She quickly took out a stink bag and placed it in Umbridge's path while taking advantage of the chaos.
Then, she saw Sean waiting anxiously outside the door.
"The accusation is not true!" She smiled and ran towards Sean.
"Great, I just have good news to share with you - what does that smell like?"
Lutina glanced at Umbridge, who was smelly and unaware of it.
"Who knows."
