"Okay, actually it's not too troublesome..."

Newt shrugged, pointed to the "pink toad" sitting next to Cornelius Fudge, and said seriously.

"This lady, I mean Deputy Minister Umbridge, I think she is not suitable to preside over the work of docking. She does not like magical animals. If she is allowed to participate in this aspect, I am worried that many problems will arise.

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As soon as she said this, Umbridge, who was still smiling, suddenly froze.

"Mr. Scamander, what do you mean?!"

Newt repeated calmly, "I think I made it very clear that you are not suitable to participate in projects in the field of magical beasts. I hope the Ministry of Magic can change the official responsible for it, that's all."

As an honest person from Hufflepuff House, although Newt Scamander didn't say anything, he had always kept in mind Umbridge's deliberate attempts to make things difficult and evasive, and now he just took advantage of it.

Get angry.

"You! Huh...Mr. Newt, I believe I must have misunderstood you."

Looking at the other wizards around her, Umbridge took a deep breath, tried hard to squeeze out an ugly smile on her broad, pale and saggy face, and used her high-pitched and thin voice.

continued.

"Look, I have always liked magical animals. In the previous work with you, we did have some omissions and delays. But you just heard Professor Dumbledore say that the Ministry of Magic actually...

"

"It's not for these reasons. The important thing is that you don't like magical animals at all."

Newt shook his head again and repeated it seriously.

"I hate magical animals? How is that possible? Hehehe——"

Umbridge had a fake smile on her face, but the look in her two big round eyes gradually became cold, and she let out a series of laughter like silver bells, which made the hairs on the back of Newt's neck almost stand up.

, almost couldn't help but pull out the wand.

"You can go to the Ministry of Magic and find someone to confirm how much I like those cute magical animals."

The witch grinned, showing her sharp teeth, and tried to make her voice sound steady.

"Ever since I learned from Mr. Minister that you were going to found the Magical Creatures Society, I have been eager to participate in this interesting work as soon as possible. I believe we can become very good friends. After all, we both like, well, those

animals!"

"But, you really don't like magical beasts."

Newt repeated dryly, interrupting Umbridge again.

This time, even Cornelius Fudge couldn't help but frown.

And the fake smile on Umbridge's face finally couldn't hold on anymore.

She narrowed her eyes, took a deep look at Newt, and asked softly with an unkind tone.

"So, Mr. Newt Scamander, why do you say that? Do you have any basis for it?"

"There is no specific basis, but I just have such a feeling."

As if he was not used to this kind of tit-for-tat confrontation, Newt quickly moved his eyes away and landed on Phoenix Fox, who was dozing on the birdstand in the office. He muttered and continued talking to himself.

"I can feel that you hate magical animals, well, it seems... you are still a little afraid of them?"

"Feeling? Just feeling?"

Umbridge repeated with a sneer, her face full of humor and irony.

"Well, my intuition is very accurate."

Newt nodded and answered dryly.

"You hate magical beasts, so working with you on this matter will definitely be terrible..."

Umbridge's face quickly darkened and she said in a hoarse cold voice.

"I'm sorry. I, Dolores Jane Umbridge, am the Senior Under-Minister of the Ministry of Magic. Apart from me, I don't think anyone else is suitable to preside over such an important job. Do you expect Mr. Minister to devote all his energy to it every day?"

Is it all on you?"

Newt spread his hands and said, "This is not an issue I need to consider. But I really don't want to continue to cooperate with you."

"Unreasonable! Ridiculous! It's so ridiculous!"

After Umbridge was silent for a moment, she stood up angrily, the fat on her face twitching.

Over the years, as her status in the Ministry of Magic gradually increased, almost no one dared to offend her in this way. This was the first time she had seen a guy like Newt Scamander who had no regard for the majesty of the Ministry of Magic.

arrive.

However, in this situation, it would be too bad if she also lost her composure.

Taking a deep breath, Umbridge tried to suppress the anger in her heart and turned her head to look at Dumbledore not far away.

"Professor Dumbledore, aren't you going to say something?"

"Sorry, but Mr. Scamander is no longer studying at Hogwarts..."

Dumbledore said gently and spread his hands helplessly.

"As you can see, as an ordinary Hogwarts principal, my majesty is probably only useful to the children who are still in school. Even the professors in the school, I can only have a little help now.

Give some suggestions and reminders.

Let alone "Dumbledore" sitting here right now, even if it were the real Dumbledore, he would probably have the same reaction.

As for asking him to take the initiative to resolve conflicts, what a joke!

In Grindelwald's eyes, whether it is watching Newt Scamander suffer or the officials of the Ministry of Magic suffer, it is undoubtedly a pleasant thing for both body and mind. Without adding fuel to the flames and taking the initiative to cause trouble, he is already very accomplished as an actor.

.

"but--"

"Dolores!"

Cornelius Fudge raised his hand and interrupted Umbridge.

There is no doubt that Dumbledore does not intend to involve too much in this matter. Regarding Newt Scamander's previous grudges with the Ministry of Magic, there is indeed a need to vent the contradictions, otherwise it will not be conducive to the follow-up.

Work.

Glancing at Dumbledore who looked indifferent, the Minister of Magic turned to look at Newt.

"Is there no other room for maneuver on this matter? And...in addition to this, do you have any other needs or ideas that require the Ministry of Magic to cooperate or make some corresponding changes?"

"No, that's it. Everything else is fine." Newt shook his head.

"Okay, then..."

Cornelius Fudge breathed a long sigh of relief, his eyes lingering in the office for a week.

Theoretically, Amos Diggory of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and Barty Crouch of the Department of International Magical Cooperation are qualified for Umbridge's job in this regard, but Cornelius Fudge is not

I don't believe these two wizards.

After all, the Diggory family was too close to Dumbledore, and Crouch Sr. had been one of the contenders for the Minister of Magic.

In fact, among the Ministry of Magic personnel who came to Hogwarts this time, these two people were not present at all.

(You need someone smart, strong enough, non-threatening, and most importantly, someone with a strict mouth and trustworthy...)

Cornelius Fudge was thinking as his eyes slowly came to rest on the tall dark-skinned wizard standing at the door.

"Kingsley, you will be responsible for connecting with Mr. Newt Scamander from now on, and your work content will be reported directly to me! Regarding your position transfer, I will tell Bones later and transfer you to me.

Personal Auror."

There is no doubt that Kingsley Shacklebolt is definitely the best candidate in the ministry in terms of personal ability and reliability.

While escorting Sirius Black some time ago, although Black accidentally rushed into the trial venue early, the tooth marks on Kingsley's hand also proved that he did not belong to Dumbledore's "secret clique"

.

On the other hand, the taciturn Kingsley is not conspicuous in his position and is not as aggressive as Scrimgeour.

As a senior Auror in the Auror Office, no matter how you think about it, Kingsley Shacklebolt is too far away from the position of the Minister of Magic. Matters involving gray income are left to him.

Couldn't be more appropriate.

"Kingsley Shacklebolt of the Auror Office."

Umbridge turned around, glanced at the big wizard standing by the door, raised her eyebrows and said nothing.

In her impression, Kingsley Shacklebolt was the bodyguard who stood beside her and Fudge most of the time. Although he was not as slick and shrewd as Delis, he was more reliable and honest. In this case, he had to let

People feel more at ease.

This is a very useful tool wizard, or puppet microphone.

Obviously, Cornelius Fudge probably thinks so too.

"Okay, Mr. Minister. No problem."

Kingsley, who was standing by the door, was slightly startled at first, then quickly reacted and nodded in response.
To be continued...