Chapter 182: Letter of Apology

"Oh my God, Mafalda, what the hell is going on, who her off?" Rufus put his half-drunk drink on his desk, looked up at the office where the voice came, and asked the director's assistant.

"Someone sent a letter. Mafalda looked at the office door and whispered, "And then it became like this." ”

Unlike Rufus, Mafalda is a bit afraid of her boss, and every time she talks about her, she is extra careful not to lose her current job.

"A letter?" Rufus didn't understand, but he didn't ask any more, he also knew the character of his boss.

Yes, a letter, a letter that has already been torn apart.

The director of the Office for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Magic had never been more angry, she felt threatened, and the person who threatened her was Hertok Dagworth.

She was no stranger to the name.

A few days ago, Hertok Dagworth had come once, but she had simply refused.

This time, Hertok did not come, but sent her a letter, which probably meant: If you don't apologize to him, then I will have to apologize, through the Daily Prophet.

Hertok even had the apology written and sent in an envelope.

Even if she didn't read the manuscript, she knew what it would do if she had a Potions master like Hertock Dagworth apologize for the trouble she had caused in the Daily Prophet.

No one would think that Hetok Dagworth was making a fuss, and they would think that the Ministry of Magic had made a mistake and needed an apology from the Potions Master.

Then, it's her time to be out of luck.

The worst case scenario is that she loses her current position, and many people are staring at her position, and those colleagues who are usually bad friends will definitely give her a ride.

Apologies, that's the only thing that can be done at the moment.

Let Hertok Dagworth get his Gold membership card back, otherwise...... Who knows what else he'll do.

It's hard to understand why things are the way they are.

The problem still needs to be solved.

Who is Hetock asking him to apologize to?

"Mafalda. ”

The head of the Office for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic had long since forgotten who had caused her trouble, but she knew that her assistant knew that Mafalda was one of the few people in the know.

Finally, after Mafalda searched the archival documents, she wrote a letter of apology herself. Actually, it's okay to have your assistant write it for you, but ...... In the end, he didn't do it, so as not to get into any more trouble.

How could the head of the Office for the Prohibition of the Abuse of Magic be a brainless person?

This little thing, endure it and it will pass, endure it...... The quill in his hand was bent.

......

On weekend afternoons, Albert left Rowanna's office, and Professor Smith was good at many things, and the two had a lot in common.

The academic exchange between the two sides has allowed Albert's skills and experience to skyrocket.

As soon as he returned to the common room, a senior boy called out to Albert and handed him a letter with only the name of the recipient on the envelope, but not the name of the sender, which was very strange, but Albert knew that the letter was from the Ministry of Magic when he saw the W on the beeswax.

Albert had already guessed the contents of the letter, so he opened it on the spot.

Mr. Anderson:

We have received a letter from Mr. Hertok......

Albert glanced at it quickly, all of them were hypocritical excuses, and the so-called apology was completely insincere, but Albert didn't expect the other party to really apologize.

What made Albert more concerned was the sender's name, Dolores Umbridge, the director (director) of the Department for the Prohibition of the Abuse of Magic at the Ministry of Magic.

"Dolores Umbridge?" Albert repeated softly as he looked at the sender's name.

Then, Albert couldn't help frowning slightly, and muttered, "Umbridge? seems to be a little impressed, Ministry of Magic? Umbridge...... Hogwarts Professor...... Defence Against the Dark Arts ...... Pink...... Toad...... High Hogwarts Inquisitor!"

"Oh, that's it!" Albert suddenly woke up, and finally remembered who this guy was.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who appeared in the fifth part? Unexpectedly, that guy is still the director of the Department of Forbidden Magic.

At this moment, Albert understood why Hertock hated this woman so much.

It's not too much to call an ugly woman!

In Albert's scattered memories, Umbridge was a self-righteous, unreasonable, and controlling woman.

Expect her to apologize?

It's really a bit difficult, and it's really embarrassing for Hetok, and it's not easy for him to get back that gold membership card.

Albert examined the envelope and compared it to the note on the warning letter in his memory, which was probably not written by the guy named Mafalda Hopkirk.

Actually, there is another clue.

The writing on the parchment was so deep that the person who wrote the letter seemed eager to poke a hole in it.

Suffice it to say that the writer was very emotional at the time.

If Albert had known that Umbridge had paid five quills to write the letter, he would not have been mere excited.

In Albert's opinion, if the other party can calculate these details, he can only say that this is the case.

However, such a scenario is slim.

However, knowing that Dolores Umbridge is the head of the Department for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic at the Ministry of Magic, it is not difficult for Albert to understand why she would let the Dementors attack Harry.

After all, as the director of the Department for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, she was naturally well aware of the relevant laws.

"What's the matter, whose letter is it?" asked Lee Jordan curiously.

"Ministry of Magic, the last incident, solved. Albert folded the letter and stuffed it back into his robe, "Where are you going?"

"Library, together?"

"Okay, wait a minute, I'm just about to go to the library to check something up. Albert went back to the dormitory to get his things.

"Looking for something?" Lee Jordan suddenly said when he heard this, "A riddle?"

"What riddle?"

"You don't know?" said Lee Jordan, looking at Shanna in amazement.

"What do you know?" asked Shanna, confused.

"Albert and Katrina's bet!" Lee Jordan explained with a smile, "I heard that they bet to answer the riddle, and I heard Albert and Katrina say in the morning that the time is estimated to be in the middle of the year to see who can answer a hundred riddles correctly." ”

"A hundred riddles?" Shanna's eyes widened, riddles weren't too difficult for her, but it wasn't easy to answer a hundred riddles correctly.

There is no doubt that this is a contest between two geniuses.

"Who do you think will win?" asked Lee Jordan.

"Needless to say, Albert, of course. Shanna said as a matter of course, "That guy is a real genius, how could he lose to someone else." ”