Moving forward a little, early this morning, while the young wizards were still asleep under the warm covers, Umbridge hurried back to Hogwarts from the Ministry of Magic.

At that time, Filch, the janitor, had just gotten out of bed, and was carrying a bunch of keys to open the gates of the castle one by one.

Looking out of the window, you can see that the sky is not yet bright. However, it is enough to look at the hazy sky wall to know that today must be an extraordinary windy day.

"Chill it a little more!" Filch hunched his back and muttered angrily, "If only I could freeze those little cubs en masse!" Guys with too much energy......"

As he yawned and opened the latch of the main entrance, a short, stocky figure swept in from outside the door with a fierce cold wind.

"Who?" Filch suddenly shook his mind and shouted.

"Don't babble, it's me, Dolores Umbridge!"

Filch fixed his eyes on the man who had come and saw that he was wrapped in a brightly colored fluff coat, and he glanced at him only before hurrying inside.

"Oh! Investigator Umbridge! "Thanks to you, you've been so much more honest with those little bastards these days at school - please fix them up!" Tell them what it is to be a student......"

"Huh?" Umbridge was stunned, then stopped moving forward, "You are ......"

"Filch, Argus Filch...... Hogwarts Administrator. ”

Filch's tone was quite respectful, and his hunched neck was not due to the hunchback...... Or, in a simple way of flattery.

"Well, Mr. Filch," Umbridge said softly, deftly changing his formulaic sweet smile again, "you just said 'remediation'?" ”

"yes!" Filch shook his hand and said, "Those little things are full of bad ideas!" What should students do, shouldn't they study in peace? But who would have thought that there would be so many students in every class who are naughty and messy! It's a mess! ”

"Oh, you're right, I think so too......" Umbridge said with a smile, "By the way, it just so happens that I have two notices from the Ministry of Magic here, so you can help me put them on the bulletin board!" ”

At this point, she paused, and when Filch showed an expectant expression, she pulled out two large parchment rolls from her pink bag.

“…… This should be what you are hoping for, take a look at it, and stick it up! She shoved the scroll into Filch's hand, "It's officially signed by the Ministry of Magic, it's a regular notice!" ”

"Hah! Now there's a bunch of bad bolds to look at! ”

After a while, a grief-stricken Filch energetically pasted the two notices on the bulletin board one by one, completely covering the other notices that had been posted in the column.

"Mr. Filch, I didn't expect your view of education to be so accurate, Hogwarts only let you be an administrator, which is really humiliating-"

Umbridge stood behind, watched the whole process of posting, and while nodding his head to express satisfaction, he threw out a compliment that had no beginning or end.

"Oh—" Filch looked back flatteredly, and the stool he was on shook so hard that he nearly fell off it.

"Maybe I'll need your help in the future!" Umbridge said softly, turning and walking briskly down the hallway to the side of the foyer, "Good job!" Well, I still have something to do, so I'll go first......"

“…… Okay, okay, Investigator Umbridge! ”

Umbridge, who had already turned the corner, didn't even listen to what Filch had to say.

As she said earlier, she does have important things to deal with next. But even if that weren't, she wasn't interested in having to talk to an administrator any more.

The modest compliment just now was already an exception for her. If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't let go at Hogwarts, she wouldn't be so hungry.

Soon, she made her way up the stairs to the third floor and into her Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

Umbridge's office is still filled with a pink and tender girlish atmosphere as always.

Pink curtains, pink tablecloths, pink walls, pink carpets...... On the four walls, there are also rows of decorative ceramic plates, and the bottom of the plates are full of cats that have performed magic and have different expressions.

The whole room is filled with a warm atmosphere.

If this is really a little girl's room, then the people who come in to visit will probably say, "What a cute little sweetheart", but if the owner of this room is actually a witch who is over half a hundred years old......

Once I thought about it this way, the sweet girlish fragrance in the room somehow had a hint of decay.

As soon as Umbridge entered, he locked the door again, and then cast a spell on the entire office to check it again.

After making sure that there was nothing unusual in her office, she walked quickly to the side wall and tapped her wand on one of the large decorative plates on the wall.

With a "ding" sound, the black Bombay cat at the bottom of the plate immediately stood up and stared at Umbridge tightly.

Umbridge nervously grasped the wand in his hand, counted it three times in his heart, and then stretched out his wand and stirred it vigorously at the bottom of the plate.

I saw that the black cat was suddenly stirred into a thick ink color, and it flowed strangely, and it looked as if it had turned into a dark fog.

And in the midst of that thick fog, a pair of hazy eyes gradually appeared.

"Didn't I say don't just contact me?" A muffled voice peeked through the fog, and if you didn't listen carefully, you might not even be able to hear it.

"Sir......" Umbridge pursed her somewhat dry lips and whispered, "I've done exactly what you said, what's next?" What do you want me to do? ”

However, the man in the mist was silent for a moment, as if thinking about something.

"Sir?" Umbridge waited a little panicked, and couldn't help but call again.

"Originally, I didn't expect much from you, but ......," the other muttered, "that's it...... If you can cooperate with that kid to disrupt Hogwarts, I'll leave you with the position of Minister of Magic in the future......"

"Of course, sir...... I'd love to help you with this! Umbridge said happily, but then his face darkened, "But, that McLean......"

"People have weaknesses, and you've been at Hogwarts for so long, haven't you figured it out?"

"No, of course it is...... But ......," Umbridge looked rather entangled, "I've checked that McLean many times, and that kind of power beyond common sense ......"

"Are you scared?" The other party said lightly, "If you want to get it, you must first know how to give...... If you want to taste the fruit without taking a little risk, where in this world can there be such a good thing? ”

"I ...... I'll do it," Umbridge gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "and it will be done!" ”

"Very good...... Try a little harder, and it will soon be over. The eyes in the mist blinked, and there was a faint glint in them, "Don't worry, at least you don't have to do it, you only need to be responsible for cooperating in the front and back......"

Before the words fell, the mist instantly accelerated its circulation, and after a few seconds, it condensed into an ordinary cute black cat again, lying down quietly at the bottom of the plate.

Umbridge's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and after a slight sigh of relief, he turned and walked to the desk on the other side of the office.

"The flames are blazing."

A few flicks of fire swept the tip of her staff into the fireplace pyre, and soon a crackling red flame formed into a room, and the temperature in the room gradually rose.

She conjured another pot of water and set it on the fire of the fireplace. While waiting for the water in the copper kettle to boil, Umbridge gradually fell into thought.

Since graduating from Slytherin House at Hogwarts, she has struggled her way through the Ministry of Magic despite her unremarkable practical abilities. Although most of her methods are not visible, it also means that every promotion she is inevitably accompanied by risks comparable to benefits.

All this shows that she has a sick desire for rights.

But even she, who was promoted at a rate significantly faster than ordinary staff, couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness due to her lack of talent after eyeing the position of Minister of Magic.

Compared to her, Cornelius Fudge is said to be timid and afraid, but since he can get Dumbledore's help and support, it also shows that he also has the potential to be in power.

But now, it seems that many things have quietly changed drastically in a mess.

"Tuk Tuk"

Umbridge was awakened by a knock on the door, and she quickly straightened her expression, then reached out her wand and pointed at the door, gently unlocking it.

"Please come in."

She sat down calmly at the back of her desk and wiped the ends of her hair before she spoke.

The office door was pushed open, and a thin figure walked in peacefully from outside. The visitor didn't show any surprise at the pink room, just closed the door, and walked calmly to the desk.

"Good morning, Professor Umbridge." The other party greeted politely.

"Well," Umbridge nodded and smiled, "Socaradis, got my message last night?" ”

"Oh—just call me Sokas, Professor Umbridge." Sokas whispered, "Yes, I did, so I got up early!" ”

Umbridge looked at him, his sweet smile oozing with sugar.