Few people know that Dolores Umbridge is not the pure-blood wizard she claims to be.
Her father Alford Umbridge is indeed a wizard, but her mother Ellen Crannell is an out-and-out Muggle, even when Umbridge was at Hogwarts
Even lying to her classmates in Slytherin House cannot change the fact that she is not from a purely magical family... not to mention, she also has a squib brother.
In Dolores Umbridge's view, her family is undoubtedly the biggest stain in her life.
Her father, Alford, didn't have much ambition. He worked in the Magic Maintenance Department of the Ministry of Magic and never got promoted; while her mother, Ellen, was frivolous, sloppy, and a Muggle. As she
After her younger brother was proven to have no magical talents, the conflicts in the Umbridge family became more acute, and Umbridge became more and more disgusted with those burdens.
As a result, when Dolores was fifteen, the family split into two parts:
Dolores and Alford lived together, and Ellen and her son hid in the Muggle world.
Since then, Dolores has never seen her mother and brother again, and has never spoken to them. However, when Dolores Umbridge gained a certain status in the Ministry of Magic, she immediately
She persuaded her father to retire early and gave him a small allowance to ensure that he could make a quiet and dignified exit and not become a stumbling block on her way to a higher position.
Except for Cornelius Fudge and a few senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, no one in the Ministry of Magic knew about Umbridge's life experience.
She began to tell a story about her father, a prominent figure in the Wizengamot.
Something bad had happened to everyone who said things about Alford, or about Dolores that she didn't want to be told, and people who wanted to be treated kindly by her would pretend they believed her story about her family.
version of the story.
However, no matter how she deceives others, Dolores can never remove certain marks on her body.
Even though she often discussed her extremely cold-blooded views in private gatherings, secretly thinking about how ruthlessly non-magical people deserved to be treated, sometimes even anti-Muggle people would be shocked by her suggestions, but it didn't matter.
Letting her forget her past life will only deepen her memory of her own dirty bloodline.
For example...
In the non-magical world, those weapons used by Muggles to kill.
Since the wars in the early 20th century, firearms were quickly included in the ranks of "contraband" by the wizarding world. In relevant documents of the Ministry of Magic, this "Muggle alchemy prop" was classified as a "Killing Curse"
Muggle counterfeit.
Although many wizards may not recognize this forbidden Muggle gadget, Umbridge is definitely not among them.
Umbridge hurried back to her office, took out her quill and started writing quickly.
"...Muggle studies professors illegally possess Muggle firearms. This is a horrific fact that I have witnessed with my own eyes. The purpose of such weapons is to kill another person. I have every reason to doubt the existence of Hogwarts."
There are some dangerous clues and based on Mr. Quirrell’s words, he is most likely planning to overturn the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy..."
"... In addition, some other professors at Hogwarts also have strange quirks. I think it is necessary for the Ministry of Magic to strengthen its investigation and supervision of Hogwarts. Some wizards lack awe and respect for the authority of the government.
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"...Looking forward to your reply, Mr. Minister, I will pay close attention to changes in the situation at Hogwarts at any time."
"Yours truly, Dolores Jane Umbridge."
Umbridge put down her pen and skimmed the letter to Cornelius Fudge for the last time. After making sure that there was no missing information or improper wording, she stood up impatiently and prepared to rush to the Owlery to mail the letter.
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But when she was about to reach the door, Umbridge suddenly stopped and turned back to the desk.
The Muggle Studies class had just started, and if she remembered correctly, it would not end for at least two or three hours.
Time was running out, and she planned to write a letter to the Auror office at the same time, using her status as Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic to order the Aurors to lead a team to Hogwarts to conduct a raid without giving any explanation to Dumbledore.
space.
Compared with futile pulling and testing, it is obviously better to directly grasp some substantive and ironclad evidence.
As for the problems that may arise in the future, such as protests from the wizarding community and the school, once the "evidence" is obtained, all the initiative will be in the hands of the Ministry of Magic, and there is no need to worry about the voices of Dumbledore and external public opinion.
Umbridge pinched the two letters in her hand, her eyes shining with excitement.
As Umbridge's status in the Ministry of Magic gradually increased, her room and speed of advancement continued to stagnate, and now this accident was undoubtedly the opportunity she had dreamed of to continue to expand her power.
"Oh, Quilinus Quirrell, you are in big trouble now..."
Umbridge sneered softly, a sinister look appearing on her loose skin.
She would let that arrogant, arrogant young man know that even Albus Dumbledore could not save him, and that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had no room for resistance when facing the real administrator of the wizarding world.
At this moment, she suddenly felt something coming from behind her.
Um?
Umbridge frowned and subconsciously glanced towards the corridor behind her.
It was class time and there was no one in the empty corridor.
Maybe it's the sounds made by the characters in the portraits? Hogwarts has the most portraits, armors, and ghosts in almost the entire magical world. It's not strange to occasionally hear some strange noises in the corridors.
Umbridge shook her head in confusion and walked quickly towards the owl loft upstairs.
She couldn't wait to see Quirrell's panicked expression.
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At the same time, in the shadow of the corridor behind Umbridge.
Dobby the house elf slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Dobby had originally planned to get closer and listen to what Professor Umbridge was talking about.
Who would have known that before he even got close to the Ministry of Magic official, the other party was keenly aware of the unusual movements around him and almost discovered that he was following him on the spot. If he hadn't reacted quickly and hid, this special mission might have been over as soon as it started.
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Dobby stayed behind Umbridge from a distance, closely monitoring her actions, quietly waiting for the opportunity.
"Listen, Dobby, your task is not too easy for a newbie."
The elf's mind echoed with the instructions from the head elf of Hogwarts.
"Keep an eye on Professor Umbridge and intercept all letters sent from Hogwarts. According to Miss Kaslana, if you can successfully complete the assessment, it means that you are qualified to serve as a 'Shadow Elf' independently.
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"Remember, you cannot appear in Professor Umbridge's sight during the whole process."
Teachers at Hogwarts can command all elves to carry out orders. This is a special magic given to them by the castle.
Therefore, if a house elf is exposed to the teacher's sight while performing a task, there will be too many uncontrollable situations that may arise. Perfect stealth surveillance, this is Elena's first experience with the "Shadow Elf"
Require.
On the other hand, this assessment indicator is not completely incomprehensible.
After all, there has always been a saying in the magic world:
"The sign of a good house-elf is that no one knows he exists."
As for intercepting owl letters…
Hidden in the shadows of the attic filled with feathers and bird droppings, Dobby watched Umbridge tie the letters to the feet of the two owls respectively, her prominent green eyes as big as tennis balls shining with incomparable confidence.
look.
Perhaps in Mr. Burley's opinion, this job may be the most difficult and troublesome.
But for Dobby, this is the easiest part.
In the summer vacation that just passed, Dobby practiced intensively for a month on the street where Harry Potter lived, and successfully intercepted 100% of only two letters. It was too easy to intercept them.
After a while, Umbridge walked out of the owl shed contentedly.
In the sky that she didn't see, the two owls that had just flown out for less than half a minute seemed to be pulled by some invisible lines. After making a big circle along the castle tower, they returned to the Hogwarts Owlhouse.
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Two minutes later, these two envelopes that were supposed to be sent to the Ministry of Magic appeared in the principal's office.
Along with these two letters, Elena, who was supposed to be in the classroom, appeared.
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"So, after you discovered something was wrong, you immediately ordered the elves to intercept the letter?"
In the Hogwarts principal's office, Dumbledore rubbed his forehead tiredly.
He selectively ignored for the time being that it was still class time, and a certain little witch seemed to have serious disciplinary violations that should not occur outside the classroom, and chose to first solve some problems that were more likely to cause his heart function.
"Moreover, you ordered the elf from the Malfoy family, and now you tell me that you also suspect Professor Quirrell to be the leaker and hope to conduct a focused investigation... Oh, and you actually gave Quirrell
The professor is equipped with a gun?! I only know about such an important thing now, and let me think about it, where to start talking about it first..."
"Those are minor problems. You should look beyond the phenomena to see the essence, Professor."
Elena waved her hand nonchalantly, blinked her eyes slyly and said softly.
"The house elf of the Malfoy family intercepted a professor's letter. This is the essence. As for the person who issued the order, was it a certain Hogwarts student, Mr. Malfoy, or someone else...
…This is not an answer that can lead to an accurate conclusion. In fact, in a sense, this is the optimal solution at the moment.”
"As for Professor Quirrell, he had a similar precedent when he served Voldemort last year, didn't he? This seemingly cowardly and timid young professor is much braver than most people. This time may be an accident, but always stay vigilant.
That’s right.”
Elena explained unhurriedly, paused for a few seconds, and added an extra sentence.
"Oh, by the way, I should have reported on equipping Professor Quirrell with a gun. It should have been clearly mentioned in the regulations when the institute was first established: We will equip some important researchers who are unable to cast spells.
Of course, Professor Quirrell is an important member, so I thought you wouldn’t have any doubts..."
"...Miss Kaslana, this is Hogwarts, not Gringotts."
"Of course, but I think the virtues of abiding by agreements and keeping promises should be observed in any situation."
Elena replied with a sweet smile, tapping the two unsent letters on the table with her fingers.
"We can discuss those things in the past slowly later. The key to the problem now is that everyone has read the content of the letter here. What should we do now? If surgery is to be performed, then we must hurry up..."
She glanced meaningfully at the two old people in the room, raised the corners of her mouth, and whispered worriedly.
"After all, the patient's mood is unstable, and the patient's family may appear at any time. As one of the few surgeons at Hogwarts, you must make up your mind as soon as possible. Is it necessary to restore everything to the original state?"