Shouts were heard everywhere, and when Umbridge's annoying fat face was slapped on the ground, the auditorium became a sea of joy.
Jerry seemed to be "surprised" that there were so many spectators behind him. He turned around and thrust his hand in. The brutal sledgehammer strangely disappeared.
Then the little mouse pretended to adjust the non-existent dress, bent down and gave everyone a gentleman's salute, with a shy smile on his face.
"Hey~~Jerry, Peeves, good job."
The twins whistled and jumped onto the dining table, cheering loudly for them.
"Jerry, Peeves, well done~"
"Jerry~"
"Peeves~"
"Well done~"
"Jack..."
Soon, the third, the fourth...
More and more little wizards called out the names of the two little ones. It didn't take long for the chaotic voices to gradually overlap and merge into a unified melody, sweeping away the anger and depression that had just filled the auditorium.
Although it is a bit jarring, the huge sound is full of joy.
Dumbledore waved his hand and stopped McGonagall who wanted to maintain order. There were too many storms waiting for them after graduation, so why bother depriving the children of their happiness.
Looking at the jubilant crowd below, the old man simply omitted his closing speech and left the auditorium first.
Joy is the best speech and the most satisfactory ending.
The drunken professors also left one after another. They talked to each other and passed by the fat woman lying flat on the ground without even taking a look.
Only Madam Pomfrey stared at the bloody back of Umbridge's head for a while, as if her hands were itchy. Finally, she restrained her occupational disease and pushed the door open with a vigorous pace.
Looking at Umbridge lying on the ground, the classic broadcast sound from the past life appeared in Aini's mind.
... Audience friends, audience friends, thank you to Ms. Umbridge for using her splash to bring the 1993 Hogwarts Halloween Party to a successful conclusion...
"Cough~"
Professor McGonagall coughed heavily, helping Ani get rid of the demonic voice in his mind.
The two stared at each other for a while, and Aini finally accepted the responsibility of dealing with the aftermath.
The clatter of leather shoes faded away, leaving only Professor McGonagall's handsome back.
You have done everything by yourself and you want me to wipe your butt? Ani, you are already a mature wizard, and you have to learn to do some things by yourself.
McGonagall's meaning is obvious. With Dumbledore's endorsement, Ani will not have any other trouble except causing a wave of hatred from Fudge.
She is well aware of the temper of her young disciple. Even the stone pier standing at the door would not believe that it was not Aini's instruction to hit the head with a sledgehammer!
However, if something happens to an employee of the Ministry of Magic at school, even if you mean it, you have to hand over a statement of the situation.
As if thinking of the trouble with the Ministry of Magic, the witch left a little faster.
Ani frowned and looked at Umbridge. The bleeding had stopped. Just let her leave tomorrow. She probably woke up in the morning... right?
Forget it, I'll find an abandoned classroom and throw her in first, so as not to affect my appetite tomorrow morning.
In order to thank Umbridge for the happiness she brought to Hogwarts, Ani decided not to provide treatment and messed up the task assigned by Fudge. She had to have someone go to the master to sell it and save some points.
But in this case, you have to think of a "proper" reason.
Poor blood supply and hypoxic shock due to excessive shame?
It seems that this situation does not exist with the physique of a wizard.
Say she is cheating?
It's not good to be too aggressive.
Falling objects?
This reason is relatively good, that's it, and it can also add some funds. However, I still have to think about how to write the report, so it is not appropriate to let Hermione ghostwrite it.
Having made up his mind, Ani waved his hand to summon a candlestick and threw it towards Umbridge.
"Pfft~"
The candlestick hit Umbridge on the back of her head, and the wound that had just stopped bleeding took on a second life, dyeing the silver candlestick a little bright red.
Aini took out his camera and took a few pictures. There are pictures and the truth. They are good and very convincing.
Now the report is needed, how to write it?
"Goodbye, Jerry. Goodbye, Peeves."
By now the little wizard had had enough trouble and said goodbye to the two little guys before walking out of the auditorium.
Peeves carried Jerry on his back and waved happily around, but he still looked like he was wreaking havoc everywhere in the past?
Looking at this scene, Aini's eyes lit up.
You have done your own thing and you want me to wipe your butt? Jerry, you are already a mature mouse, you have to learn to do some things by yourself...
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The next day, Fudge hurried into the office. At this time, he didn't know that his "confidant" was missing at the Halloween dinner.
For the British, Halloween is an important holiday. After entering October, you can see peripheral products displayed in conspicuous places in stores almost everywhere you go, such as big pumpkins, candle stands, carving kits... p>
Interestingly, although Halloween plays a lot of roles in the UK, it is not a legal holiday, and of course it is not a holiday.
But that is among Muggles. For the Ministry of Magic, which has few affairs, the more holidays the better, not to mention that Halloween has a special significance in occultism.
So today is a holiday for the Ministry of Magic, and there are not many people up and down. Fudge's walk was deserted, and the usual continuous greetings were missing.
Yesterday, he let the dogs out to bite people, but there was no response at all. This made him unhappy, and his evaluation of Umbridge was lowered.
I didn't even know how to send a message back, which made him wait until early in the morning before falling asleep.
He doesn't have much to complain about Scrimgeour. He's not a stranger himself, so it's good that he can be ordered to support the scene.
At 9:30, still no news from Umbridge, Fudge sat on the sofa, his eyelids gradually moving closer.
After sleeping for less than six hours, he was a little sleepy.
"Pa-ta~"
Suddenly, an envelope appeared out of thin air and landed on the coffee table in front of him.
Fudge picked up the envelope in a daze, looked at his name on it, and opened the seal.
The man suddenly realized something was wrong. This was his office at the Ministry of Magic. Who could break the space barrier and send the letter in?
What will be written there? Threat? Intimidation? Blackmail? Or simply a powerful poisonous powder, curse or alchemical bomb?
Thinking of this, the man instantly became energetic, threw the envelope out quickly, and then lay down on the sofa with his head wrapped in his hands.
However, the expected explosion did not happen. Several pieces of parchment and photos fluttered out from the torn seal, and fell to the ground in an arc, like a mocking smile on the carpet.
Fudge mumbled and stood up from the sofa, his face a little red. He knew that his performance just now was a bit bad, and he should put on a protective magic for himself as soon as possible.
However, he was not an Auror in the first place, and he had never participated in a battle before becoming the Minister of Magic, let alone after he became the Minister, it was already good to be able to react and lie down with his head in his hands.
After confirming that it was just ordinary parchment and photos, Fudge cautiously knelt down and turned them over with his wand...
"Pa!"
He viciously slapped his beloved wand to the ground, and the minister, who was known as the "coward", angrily grabbed the paper and tore it into pieces.
"It's too much to bully others! It's too much to bully others!"