Hearing the sound of the door opening, Hermione, who was absentmindedly writing and drawing on a piece of paper, seemed to have a spring on her butt. She instantly left her chair and came over.
"not yet."
Aini stretched out his hand to put on the flying home clothes, pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache, and was furious at those bureaucrats who only knew how to waffle.
In the afternoon, he went to attend a seminar on how to deal with Trump. As expected, there was no result.
Shortly after the big man left that day, Professor McGonagall brought an answer that was not quite to Dumbledore's liking.
Trump Pross was born into a middle-class Muggle family.
Generally speaking, children with magical talents are not too stupid. Fortunately, little Mr. Pross is not a minority and has excellent grades in Muggle schools. However, thanks to the good learning atmosphere on campus, this actually makes him a success.
Be the target of bullying.
The skinny Trang could only throw away the cowardice on his face before going home, just to maintain his last dignity in front of his relatives.
He felt deeply inferior about this, and was even more frightened because of his occasional behavior that was different from ordinary people.
Until one day, Trang received the admission notice to Hogwarts.
Magic, what a magical word. A few days later, Professor McGonagall came to his home and, in front of his parents, used the light from the tip of his wand to dispel all the haze in his heart.
At that time, Trump believed that he was the chosen one, and his heart went from one extreme to another.
But after arriving at Hogwarts, he suddenly discovered... there are a group of such "Chosen Ones"!
Moreover, many people come from wizard families and have mastered the power of magic for generations. No matter how you look at it, they are the masters of the magic world, and he is just a poor boy who broke in in a hurry. For Trang, this is another...
A major blow.
Fortunately, his talent was really good. After school started, Trang found that many of his classmates who were wizards were not as good as him, and he immediately began to feel complacent again.
How many teenagers don’t want to be the center of attention?
However, things went against expectations. History is always surprisingly similar. His outstanding achievements still failed to attract the attention of others. Even after spending more than a year together, Trump was still a little transparent after all.
Moreover, in the eyes of others, he is somewhat withdrawn and arrogant, and is not very lovable and transparent.
It would be strange if the snake-rat double-shaped fly didn't bite such an egg with its shell almost gone.
So starting from the "accidental coincidence" of obtaining a book on black magic, Little Trang has been on the road to depravity, leaving the kindness of human nature and the bottom line of ethics far behind him.
"Don't those big guys have anything else to do? Everyone is waiting for a reply, but they actually delayed it for a month."
Hermione was a little angry. Romilda had been discharged from the hospital a long time ago and had recovered physically, but the shadow in her heart could not be dispelled. To this day, the girl did not dare to be alone. Her experience naturally made the young wizards very angry.
As Ani and Dumbledore expected, before the children conveyed their indignation to their parents, multiple versions of the special news appeared in some large and small newspapers at home and abroad.
In addition, there were not many young wizards who understood the whole incident. When the owls flew away from Hogwarts and took away the children's home letters, it caused a huge denunciation and controversy.
Everyone is wrong, and everyone accuses others of having false sources.
If Ani had not deliberately delayed the pace of the Internet era, but pushed it hard from behind, I am afraid that the Hogwarts attack would have ranked among the top ten hot searches on all major platforms without spending a penny.
All in all, not to mention England, the entire wizarding world is now fixating on Hogwarts, wanting to see if the light from this once shining lighthouse in the wizarding world changes color after the sky dims.
"It's not like 50 years ago. No one is willing to make this decision. In other words, the pot is too big for our minister to bear."
Aini's tone was full of disdain. Fudge arrived late for today's meeting, with pieces of porcelain shards stuck next to his boots. He thought that a certain fat ball would have another chance to show his courtesy.
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"Ah sneeze~"
Umbridge twisted her fleshy nose. Her nose was extremely sensitive. It was precisely because of this that this "pink girl" who thought she loved cats had never actually hugged those really cute little guys.
The so-called cat-loving persona is just self-deception.
Putting on a pink dress, the delicate girl can reveal the brightness that even spring cannot hide, so Umbridge turned herself into pink.
A kind-hearted girl who likes kittens, her smile often makes others smile. Umbridge let herself like cats.
Powerful people with pure blood always enjoy all kinds of enviable privileges, and Umbridge gave herself a "high-ranking" background.
As everyone knows, the beauty is because of the girl, not the color pink; the preference is because of kindness, not preference; the unique status is because of power, not blood.
Just like the dilapidated Gaunt family, the nobility and longevity of the bloodline could not allow Tom Riddle's outside worker and uncle to escape the trip to Azkaban. The name Malfoy could not surpass Gaunt in terms of reputation, but Lu Xiu
Si once wavered around Voldemort, and now he is still at ease in the huge manor.
Could it be that after spending half my life struggling in the Ministry of Magic, I can’t even see these things clearly?
Not really!
Umbridge knows the key!
only……
She can dress herself up in pink, but she cannot become a bright-eyed girl; she can collect many cats to display, but she cannot have the kindness that contagious people's hearts; she can lick her face and claim that she has noble blood, but she cannot fabricate power and power
.
But besides herself, who else could she deceive?
"Thank you very much, Ms. Umbridge. However, I would like you to seek my approval before entering the office next time."
Fudge walked into the tidy room and thanked her without any thanks. The look he looked at Umbridge was no different from the way he looked at the tiles on the floor before.
"Hug... I'm sorry, Minister Fudge, I just, I..."
Umbridge was confused after hearing this. Normally, it would be inappropriate to enter the leader's office without permission, but she had put all her chips on Fudge. For this reason, she would risk offending the most majestic mountain in England, no matter what.
She was the minister's confidant, but the other party's reaction told her - that was not the case.
At this moment, the woman stammered and didn't know how to explain. She twisted her hands together, and the wound that had just been pricked by the porcelain fragment burst open again. Red blood smeared on her fingertips, just like the bitterness in Umbridge's heart.