"Which department is in charge of the protective circle and the fireplace?" Ivan asked.

"It's the Department of Mysteries and the ......Department of Magical Communications," Umbridge replied without hesitation.

"Very good......" Ivan thought about the information from the two departments in his mind, and after a moment, suddenly picked up his wand and pointed it on Umbridge's forehead.

"Forget it!"

A white light lit up before Umbridge's eyes.

Umbridge felt groggy in his brain, as if he had forgotten something, and sat in a daze.

After about three seconds, Ivan slowly lowered his wand and inserted it back into Umbridge's waist, and then with a thought, he took the black quill pen that Umbridge was holding, and kindly used healing magic to heal the wound on the back of her hand.

When he was done, Ivan snapped his fingers, and Umbridge came back from his trance.

[What's wrong with me?] 】

Umbridge shook his head in a daze, and memories flooded back.

It was only then that she remembered that she was punishing Ivan Hals, trying to force him to help correct Dumbledore.

But the little ghost in front of him was very stubborn, even after more than two hours of needle-like pain, he refused to give in, and wrote the whole parchment paper rawly, and he just stared at it in a daze and almost fell asleep.

Thinking about the cause and effect, Umbridge looked down at the page on the table, which she remembered had just been handed over by Ivan Hals.

It's just that this handwriting, why does it look a little familiar?

Umbridge couldn't help frowning, but a voice in her heart kept telling her that this was Ivan Hals's handwriting, and that she was thinking too much......

Umbridge was in a trance for a moment, casually tossed the parchment into the roaring fireplace, and then looked at Ivan and said with a smile.

"That's all for today, Hals. Go back and think about my proposal, and for the next week, you'll come to my office every night until you keep the rules and discipline in mind, understand? ”

"Nightly? You might be mistaken, right? Professor Umbridge, I think once a week is enough. Ivan shook his head, he didn't want to waste so much time chatting with Umbridge.

Seeing that Ivan dared to disobey herself, Umbridge's face darkened suddenly, but she quickly regained her composure, because she suddenly felt that these words were not unreasonable, and she had seen Ivan's stubbornness, and she was afraid that simple writing would not be able to make the other party soft.

So it would be better for her to spend some time convincing the Ministry of Magic to allow her to use criminal laws that had been repealed in the last century, such as ...... Hang up the student who made the mistake and whip it with a leather whip!

Sensing Umbridge's thoughts, the corners of Ivan's mouth twitched slightly, but it didn't disturb the middle-aged witch's interest, and he decisively got up to leave.

Walking out the office door, Ivan made his way down the hallway back to the Gryffindor common room, sorting through the information he had received from Umbridge.

It is worth mentioning that Umbridge's performance before and after was too different, and when he returned to the Ministry of Magic, he was seen through that Ivan did not use the Imperius Charm to forcibly control the words and deeds of the other party, but gave Umbridge a great degree of autonomy and only retained minimal control.

Just in case, he also changed Umbridge's memories as well, deleting the paragraph about the Ministry of Magic and replacing it with Umbridge supervising him to write "Obey the School Rules and Discipline".

With these two layers of arrangement, unless it is a master of dementorship such as Dumbledore and Voldemort, a thorough examination of Umbridge's memories will be able to uncover some clues......

"Ivan, are you alright?" "Did Umbridge punish you?"

As soon as they stepped through the door of the lounge, the Gryffindor wizards immediately surrounded them, asking questions.

Hermione grabbed Ivan's right hand for the first time to check it, and was relieved when she saw that there was no scar on the back of her hand.

"I said before, Hermione, Umbridge was just talking to me, and she couldn't help me." Ivan took the little witch's arm in turn and said with a smile.

"Is this week's rally going to continue?" In the crowd, a voice suddenly rang out.

The noisy lounge suddenly became very quiet, and everyone looked at Ivan uneasily, according to the latest regulations of the Ministry of Magic, those caught participating in mass gatherings would be expelled......

"Yes, of course...... Go on! But I need to change the format a little......" Ivan said with certainty, looking around at the crowd.

……

A few days passed in a flash, and after settling Umbridge, Ivan returned to his normal school life, and continued to study and familiarize himself with the power of the Philosopher's Stone in his spare time, so as not to have any accidents during the battle.

As for the action against the Ministry of Magic, Dobby was instructed to assign the corresponding tasks to Doggett and others.

Ivan is only responsible for providing a general idea, and the improvement and execution of the plan will naturally be left to those brains to deal with, and it happens to find them something to do, so that these people don't eat rice every day......

In addition to these two important things, Ivan would spare an hour or two each day to teach the young wizards who had joined the Defence Against the Dark Arts Society.

The location of the rally has also shifted from the remote screaming shack to the practice room of the Responsive House.

After the Philosopher's Stone was made, there was no need to deliberately hide there, so for the convenience of Ivan, he simply set it here, and the time was changed from once a week to every day, but each time there was reduced to more than forty people.

In this way, if you rotate every few days and cover each other, the possibility of being detected will be greatly reduced.

Although no matter how many people disappear in the castle, Umbridge's brain will automatically block this anomaly, but on the surface, it still has to be pretended.

"Miss Ekmo, the Iron Charm is a very useful magic that can resist or even reflect the enemy's spells, you need to wave your wand lightly, do as I do, and then recite the spell Protegos~ (armor protection)"

On Saturday evening, in the Responsive House, Ivan slowly waved his wand as he demonstrated, an invisible barrier of magic suddenly appeared around him.

"Is it like this? Protegos！ (Armor Protector) "Marietta. Ekmo stood beside Ivan and followed his example, waving his wand and chanting a spell, the barrier of magic looming, but it quickly shattered.

Apparently, the spell had failed, and Marietta sighed, a little disappointed, as she had been practicing for more than an hour and still hadn't made any progress.

(End of chapter)