Chapter 136 Do you want to be the Minister of Magic?
But what the heck, just complete the minister's mission, Umbridge thought in her mind.
For her, the minister's mission is greater than anything else, and things that can please the minister should be completed properly.
Umbridge gently brushed the dust off the file and carefully put it away. Just as she was about to leave the archives, there was a crash behind her, and at the same time there was an exclamation.
"Who!" Umbridge pulled out her wand and turned to look at the source of the sound.
"Confuse the audience!" A spell played from behind her hit her back, and Umbridge's eyes suddenly became distracted.
She muttered: "The rats are too rampant here." Then she turned and left the archives room.
After she left, two figures came out from behind two filing cabinets.
"Tonks! Can't you be more careful when performing your mission!" The middle-aged man with fiery red hair couldn't hold back his desire to complain.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I accidentally touched a volume of files. There is a reason why my stealth performance was poor back then."
The people who appeared in the archives were none other than Arthur Weasley and newcomer Auror Nymphadora Tonks. They had just received an order from Dumbledore to pay attention to the status of the Sirius Black case file in the archives.
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As a result, not long after they arrived here, Umbridge came in...
It can only be said that Dumbledore has a brilliant plan!
At this time, Fudge and his two subordinates also arrived at Hogsmeade. Since Hogwarts cannot be entered directly using Apparition, the three of them must first go to Hogsmeade and then walk to Hogwarts.
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"Minister, are we a little too eager?" Kingsley thought for a moment and felt that it was not appropriate to let Fudge go directly to Hogwarts. Could he delay it for a while?
He feels he can.
Fudge looked at the empty Hogsmeade streets and the dementors floating by from time to time. He couldn't help but feel trapped in a cocoon - he had previously issued an order that Hogsmeade would implement a curfew after sunset every day. He had just set off in a hurry, but he actually
Forgot to cancel this command.
"As the Minister of Magic, I still have the power to lift the curfew, right?" Fudge asked pitifully.
"Minister," even Delis was speechless at these words, "If we could lift the curfew by just walking over and saying a word, then there would be a big problem!"
Fudge immediately realized. Yes, as the real Minister of Magic, of course he has this power, but what if a dark wizard impersonates him? If the curfew can be lifted with a message, then wouldn't the dark wizard be able to walk into Azka with swagger?
Ban, take away the prisoners inside?
Even as the official Minister of Magic, he still needs a series of formal procedures if he wants to order the Dementors.
"Okay, let's go to the tavern and stay one night first." Fudge saw two dementors slowly drifting towards here on the corner of the street. He felt that he was not very embarrassed to openly violate his orders, and he remembered
Seeing Ms. Rosmerta, she couldn't help but subconsciously walked towards the Three Broomsticks.
After the three people settled down at the Three Broomsticks, they went back to their rooms to rest. As soon as Kingsley returned to the room, he immediately sent a Patronus to Dumbledore, telling him about Fudge's arrival and his orders.
Told Dumbledore exactly.
Dumbledore's reply was also very simple: just wait and see what happens. Knowing that Dumbledore had already prepared, Kingsley felt relieved, took a bath in the private room, and went to bed.
Early the next morning, the sun rose as usual, but changes in the magical world had quietly begun.
Amelia Bones walked into the office as usual. Although today is Sunday and Christmas is coming soon, as the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the largest department of the Ministry of Magic, she naturally cannot be idle.
She walked into the office and found that her desk was already piled with documents to be processed. She sighed softly, then sat in her seat and started working.
She opened the reports one after another and read them quickly.
"Someone in Burnley enchanted a lawn mower so that it transformed into a humanoid flying monster when it was started? That would require a trip to the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office and possibly a memory logout
The guys from the command center are cooperating... Arthur is very busy..."
"I received a report that someone is selling low-quality invisibility cloaks in Diagon Alley... Why don't you go to Knockturn Alley to sell them? No one will report you there... This is the work of the Office of Investigation and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defense Spells and Protective Equipment..."
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"Notice of the Wizengamot Conference? Applicant, Dumbledore??!" Looking at the notice in her hand, Amelia Bones narrowed her eyes. She had a premonition that something big was going to happen.
As the chief magician of the Wizengamot, Dumbledore certainly had the authority to convene a Wizengamot meeting. As for the reason for the convening, she believed it would be written in the notice, so she continued to read down.
Sure enough, below the notice was the reason for the meeting.
Although she was mentally prepared, she was still shocked when she saw the reason for the meeting. This meeting was actually going to restart the Sirius case trial! In addition, it was not over yet. At the end of the notice, there was
It contains a long paragraph, detailing the story between Sirius, Peter Pettigrew, and James.
After reading this passage, Amelia Bones felt as if a storm had set off in her heart. She never expected that the murderer of the year was actually innocent, and the hero who was commended was the real executioner! When she thought back
When she recalled some details of that year, she realized that a storm would also arise within the Ministry of Magic.
She tried hard to suppress the turbulent emotions in her heart, and handled the matter properly. She sent a letter to each member of the Wizengamot, telling them that the meeting was about to be held, and also included the reason for the meeting.
After finishing this task, there was only one letter left on her desk. This letter was a bit strange. There was nothing on the envelope, only a line of small words: In the mail: Amelia Bones
Amelia Bones opened the letter, and there was only a piece of parchment inside, which read: Do you want to be the Minister for Magic?
Ms. Bones's heart beat unexpectedly.
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I mentioned dragon pox in the previous chapter. I was a little curious about this disease - Malfoy's grandfather also died of this disease, so I searched for information about it.
After the investigation, it really opened my eyes. Dragon pox is a disease also translated as "dragon plague syphilis". The first patient with dragon pox was a wizard who had close contact with the Peruvian Venomtooth Dragon at work.
Syphilis... So brother, what kind of close contact did you have with Long!!! Are you Yin Zhiping?