Gone, gone?

Hey, you guys ran away, what should I do? What about the minister's tasks? Doesn't it matter?

Umbridge froze in place, his eyes not very clear in chaos. Three questions rushed in her heart, but she didn't dare to ask at all.

The Aurors were tasked with investigating the disappearance of the Dementors, and this was a normal task that could be put on the surface and recorded in the archives.

But before she came, Fudge had put the hint under the sun, and she didn't believe Scrimgeour didn't understand.

Suppressing, finding fault, and shaking Dumbledore's prestige shows that Fudge's attitude of not "going along with him" is the real purpose of their visit.

The specific operations to offend people are carried out by Umbridge, and all the Aurors have to do is to be a good board in the hands of the witch, and they don't need to worry about who to beat and how to play it.

Originally, this was all tacit, but after Scrimgeour completed the task on the surface, he turned around and left, which immediately put Umbridge in an embarrassing situation of losing all his hands.

Uh, let's not play Three Kingdoms Kill, is it okay to change to the rules of running fast. JPG

Umbridge raised his hand to grab Scrimgeour and froze for two seconds before closing his mouth and turning away in a huff.

Scrimgeour was not Fudge's man in the first place, and he controlled the highest force organ of the Ministry of Magic, so even if Fudge's face was lost, the two sides would not tear their faces apart.

But she was different, as early as when she decided to climb Fudge's tree, Umbridge's name was already written with the suffix of Wizard Writer, pronounced as a lackey.

The rabbit is in danger, and it is even more dangerous not to catch the rabbit, but the most dangerous thing is to see the rabbit but dare not pounce on it and bite it!

In that case, her "lackey" would be useless.

No, maybe make a good pot of soup......

But no matter how good the soup tasted, Umbridge himself couldn't drink it.

"Professor Dumbledore, Scrimgeour is leading the Aurors on the outside, and I'll be stationed at Hogwarts to conduct an internal investigation."

Umbridge took a deep breath, his heart had already drenched Scrimgeur's scolding blood, and he walked away, but cut off all his retreat.

She knew that there was an impregnable wall ahead, but she had to face the difficulties.

Enter, maybe the head is broken and the blood flows, and lose some face in front of hundreds of people.

Retreat, for the time being, there is nothing to do, but sooner or later Fudge will be pushed to the end.

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

Dumbledore's tone was the same as before, but every word fell like a hammer on Umbridge's heart, and she turned pale.

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

Over the past two years, Ani has brought him too many surprises and made Dumbledore look forward to life more.

The boy who first met him had not yet grown into a towering tree, but he had taken root at Hogwarts, and one day, he would be able to brave the storm without his castle.

With each step Aini took in his path, Dumbledore felt a little lighter on his shoulders.

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

Ahem, it's no secret how much academic people hate guys who take their research time.

To put it simply, Dumbledore was too lazy to make peace with the Ministry.

You deceive me, I'll make you cry!

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

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

But there was no way, Umbridge had to go down.

People can walk on two legs, and a pinch represents our right to choose, and Umbridge, despite the emptiness of his neck, has spent half his life building a collar and a chain for himself.

The collar demarcates her range of movement, and the chains are manipulated, either to please obedience or to break free.

To break all this is to wipe out half of her life's efforts with her own hands.

It's sad and lamentable, because this path was her own choice when she was still a human being. (This chapter is not finished!) )

0271 Eighty

"This is Minister Fudge's order, and since Hogwarts is in England, it has no right to refuse."

Umbridge is tough, aggressive on the surface, and panicked on the inside.

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

Got into a fight?

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 in it, would Dumbledore still dare to attack the staff of the Ministry of Magic?

"Everyone here is under the authority of the Ministry of Magic, including you, Albus Dumbledore, and we must follow the orders of Minister Fudge."

The tumbling sound gave her courage, which unfortunately did not come from faith, but from ignorance.

Dumbledore really didn't want to fall out with the Ministry of Magic right now, but Umbridge didn't represent the entire Ministry, and Fudge wasn't qualified.

Even if Dumbledore threw a life-reeling charm at Umbridge, Fudge would have taken care of it.

A scrupled Dumbledore is not terrible, and an unscrupulous wizard can make Fudge sleep unsoundly.

However, judging from the results, Umbridge was right, the old headmaster did not suddenly burst out and gave her a stick, not even a verbal response.

Because......

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

It wasn't that the little wizard was shocked by Umbridge's arrogant words, but that two little wizards suddenly appeared and captured all their minds.

Umbridge stood in front of the teacher's chair and whispered, and Peeves floated quietly above her.

Uh-huh, with a brown-skinned mouse in his hand.

When a fateful encounter ends, Peeves is impressed by Jerry's superior pranks, and the two become good friends who smell like each other, making the young wizard cry and laugh.

However, because Jerry's idea is more interesting, it belongs to the level of "amusing you", but it pulls Peeves out of the "annoying" quagmire.

Two months after the start of school, the reputation of this mischievous duo among the freshmen turned out to be quite good.

And after playing this single job, it is estimated that Peeves's popularity can be reversed again.

Jerry let Peeves grab at his waist, his right hand behind his back, and when he took it out again, he was already clutching a pocket hammer.

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

Obviously not very happy with the size of the hammer.

Then Jerry pinched the two corners of the hammer and squeezed it hard......

It's still small, and then ......

Come on......

Go on......

When the small hammer evolved into a wall-breaking sledgehammer, the two friends looked at each other and finally nodded at the same time.

It's up to you!

"Eighty!"

That was the last voice Umbridge heard today.

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Thank you for your support and companionship.

Forty for the small hammer, eighty for the big hammer, wow click.

0271 Eighty