The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

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go, go?

Hey, you ran away, what should I do?What about the minister's job?Don't care?

Umbridge stood there dumbfounded, his already not so clear eyes were filled with confusion.Three consecutive questions rushed in her heart, but she didn't dare to ask at all.

The task of the Aurors is to investigate the disappearance of the dementors, which is also a normal task that can be put on the bright side and recorded in the file.

But Fudge had almost put the hint in the sun before coming, and she couldn't believe that Scrimgeour couldn't understand.

Suppressing, finding fault, and shaking Dumbledore's prestige, showing Fudge's attitude of not "collaborating" with him, is the real purpose of their coming here.

Umbridge is responsible for the specific operations of offending people, and what the Aurors have to do is to be the board in the witch's hands. They don't need to worry about who to beat and how to play.

Originally, this was all tacit, but Scrimgeour turned around and left after completing the ostensible task, which immediately put Umbridge in the embarrassing situation of losing all the cards in his hand.

Uh, let's not play Three Kingdoms, can we change to the rules of running fast.JPG

Umbridge raised his hand to grab Scrimgeour, and after standing frozen for two seconds, he still closed his mouth and turned around resentfully.

Scrimgeour was not Fudge's person in the first place, and he controlled the highest military agency of the Ministry of Magic. Even if Fudge lost face, the two sides would not tear each other apart.

But she was different. As early as when she decided to climb the big tree of Fudge, the suffix of Umbridge's name was already written as wizard and pronounced as running dog.

It's dangerous to catch all the rabbits, but it's even more dangerous if you can't catch the rabbits. The most dangerous thing is seeing a rabbit but not daring to pounce on it and bite it!

In that case, her "running dog" would be useless.

No, maybe a good pot of soup can be cooked...

But no matter how delicious the soup was, Umbridge couldn't drink it himself.

"Professor Dumbledore, Scrimgeour leads Aurors to conduct external activities, and I will stay at Hogwarts to conduct internal investigations."

Umbridge took a deep breath, scrimgeour had already scolded him bloody in his heart, but he walked away, cutting off all his escape routes.

She knew that there was an iron wall ahead, but she had to face it.

Go in, maybe with a bloody head, and lose some face in front of hundreds of people.

Retired, everything was safe for the time being, but sooner or later Fudge would push him to the end.

"Ms Umbridge, I think you must be mistaken. The Ministry of Magic has no right to interfere with the inner workings of Hogwarts."

Dumbledore's tone was the same as before, but every word fell like a heavy hammer hitting Umbridge's heart, causing her face to turn pale.

Dumbledore, Ennie, and Bill had obtained an ancient soul from Egypt before. He and his friends had been researching it for a long time, and they were about to come up with results, but they had to come back to deal with these nonsense.

Over the past two years, Aini has brought him too many surprises, and it has also made Dumbledore have more expectations for life.

Although the little boy we met for the first time has not yet grown into a towering tree, he has also taken root in Hogwarts. One day, this castle will be safe from wind and rain without him.

Every step Ernie took in his own path made Dumbledore feel less burdened.

He no longer sees the future of England as his responsibility, and slowly begins to assume the role of an academic wizard.

Heck, we all know how much academics hate people who intrude on their research time.

To put it simply, Dumbledore was too lazy to play tricks with the Ministry of Magic.

You bully me, I make you cry!

When Dumbledore put a trace of spiritual coercion in his words, Umbridge really wanted to cry.

Why is this bad old man's temper different from before? !

But there is no way, Umbridge can only insist on it.

Humans can walk on two legs, and one stroke represents our right to choose, but Umbridge spent half his life building a collar and a chain for himself, even though his neck is empty.

The collar delimits her range of motion, and the chain is in the hands of the staff, either to curry favor or struggle to break free.

Breaking away from all this is tantamount to erasing half of her life's hard work with her own hands.

It's sad and sad, but it's not pitiful, because this road was her own choice when she was still a human being.

"This is an order from Minister Fudge. Since Hogwarts is in the UK, it has no right to refuse."

Umbridge stepped forward, aggressive on the surface, but panicked inside.

The voice of this sentence was very loud, and there was an uproar in the auditorium.

quarreling?

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 not afraid. With so many people around, 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 tumbling sound gave her courage, but 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 threw a Killing Curse on Umbridge, Fudge would handle it properly.

The worried Dumbledore is not scary, but an unscrupulous wizard can make Fudge sleep restlessly.

But judging from the results, Umbridge was right. The old principal did not suddenly get violent and hit her with a stick, not even a verbal response.

because……

There was a short exclamation in the auditorium, and then the drum noise became lower and lower, and gradually became quieter.

It wasn't that the little wizard was intimidated by Umbridge's arrogant words, but that the two little ones who appeared suddenly attracted all their attention.

Umbridge stood in front of the teacher's table and talked nonsense, while Peeves floated quietly above her.

Uh huh, there is still a brown mouse in his hand.

After a fateful encounter, Peeves was overwhelmed by Jerry's excellent prank skills, and the two became good friends with similar tastes, which made the little wizard who was recruited dumbfounded.

However, because Jerry's idea is more interesting and belongs to the level of "fun you", it actually pulled Peeves out of the quagmire of "annoying".

Two months into the school year, this mischievous duo has a good reputation among freshmen.

And after playing this job, it is estimated that Peeves' popularity will turn around again.

Jerry let Peeves grab his waist, put his right hand behind his back, and when he took it out, he was already holding a small pocket hammer.

The two brothers looked at each other and shook their heads.

Obviously dissatisfied with the size of the hammer.

Then Jerry pinched 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 finally nodded at the same time after looking at each other.

It's up to you!

"eighty!"

That was the last sound Umbridge heard today.

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Small hammer forty, sledgehammer eighty, wow