Hey, you ran away, what should I do? What about the minister’s mission? Are you ignoring it?
Umbridge stood blankly on the spot, her eyes that were not very clear were filled with confusion. Three questions were rushing through her heart, but she did not dare to ask them out loud.
The mission of the Aurors is to investigate the disappearance of the Dementors, and this is also a normal mission that can be put on the surface and recorded in the files.
But before coming, Fudge had almost left the hint in the sun. She didn't believe that Scrimgeour couldn't understand it.
Suppressing, finding trouble, shaking Dumbledore's prestige, and showing Fudge's attitude of not "complicit" with him are the real purpose of their coming here.
The specific operations to offend people are performed by Umbridge, and what the Aurors have 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.
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 is not Fudge in the first place, and he controls the Ministry of Magic's highest force agency. Even if he loses Fudge's face, the two sides will not break up.
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" will 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 lead the Aurors to conduct external activities, while I will stay at 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 suffer a bloody blow and lose some face in front of hundreds of people.
Retreat and live in peace for the time being, but sooner or later Fudge will beat him to the end.
"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 heavy hammer hitting Umbridge's heart, making her face turn pale.
Dumbledore, Ernie, 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 troubles.
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 we first met has not yet grown into a towering tree, he has taken root in Hogwarts. One day, he will be able to live without fear of wind and rain without his castle.
Every time Ani takes a step on his own path, Dumbledore feels that the burden on him becomes lighter.
He no longer regards the future of England as his responsibility, and slowly begins to assume the role of an academic wizard.
Well, as we all know, academic talents hate people who take 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 other way, Umbridge had no choice but to bear down.
Humans can walk on two legs, and each leg represents our right to choose. Although Umbridge has nothing on her neck, she has spent half her life building a collar and a chain for herself.
The collar demarcates her range of activities, 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 pitiable, because this path was her own choice when she was still a human being.
"This is Minister Fudge's order. Since Hogwarts is in the UK, it has no right to refuse."
Umbridge came forward forcefully, 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.
Are you arguing?
How dare she!
That's Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, the greatest white wizard. That woman is crazy!
Hearing the noise of the little wizard, 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. 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's prediction was correct. The old principal did not suddenly get angry 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 started talking nonsense, while Peeves quietly floated above her.
Uh-huh, I'm holding a brown-skinned mouse in my 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.
However, because Jerry's idea was more interesting and at the level of "making fun of you", it actually pulled Peeves out of the "annoying" quagmire.
Two months into the school year, the reputation of this naughty and mischievous pair among freshmen is actually quite good.
And after doing this job, it is estimated that Peeves' popularity will be greatly reversed.
Jerry allowed Peeves to 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 young, 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.