Roar~

Cries abounded, and when Umbridge's annoying fat face slapped on the ground, the auditorium became a sea of joy.

Jerry seemed to have just "realized" that there were so many spectators behind him, and instantly turned around and inserted his hand, and the murderous sledgehammer was strangely missing.

Then the little mouse pretended to straighten the non-existent dress on his body, bent down and made a gentlemanly salute to everyone, with a shy smile on his face.

"Whew~~ Jerry, Peeves, good job."

The twins whistling onto the table and cheering them on.

"Jerry, Peeves, good job~"

"Jerry~"

"Peeves~"

"Good job~"

"Jie ......"

Soon, the third, the fourth......

More and more young wizards shouted the names of the two little ones, and it didn't take long for the chaotic voices to gradually coincide, merging into a unified melody, sweeping away the anger and depression that had just filled the auditorium.

Although it is a bit ear-shattering, the huge sound is full of joyful atmosphere.

Dumbledore waved his hand and stopped McGonagall, who wanted to maintain order, there were too many storms waiting for them after graduation, so why bother to deprive the children of their happiness.

Looking at the jubilant crowd below, the old man simply omitted his closing speech and took the lead in leaving the auditorium.

Joy is the best speech and the most successful ending.

The professors, who had eaten and drunk, also left the room, talking to each other as they passed by the fat woman who was patted on the ground, and they didn't even glance at her.

Only Madam Pomfrey stared at the back of Umbridge's bloody head for a while, and seemed to have some itchy hands, but finally restrained her occupational illness and pushed the door away with vigorous steps.

Looking at Umbridge lying on the ground, Aini's mind was reminded of the classic broadcast of his previous life. Audience friends, audience friends, thank you Lumbridge for her fight on the streets to bring the 1993 Hogwarts Halloween Gala to a successful conclusion......

"Ahem~"

Professor McGonagall coughed heavily, helping Ani get rid of the demonic voice in her head.

The two stared at each other, and Aini finally accepted the aftermath.

The leather shoes clattered away, leaving Professor McGonagall with a dashing back.

You want me to wipe my ass after you've done it yourself? Aini, you're already a mature wizard, and you have to learn to do it yourself.

McGonagall's meaning was obvious, anyway, with Dumbledore's endorsement, Aini wouldn't have any other trouble than pulling a wave of hatred at Fudge's.

She knew the temper of her little disciple, and if she wanted to say that there was no Aini's instructions, she didn't even believe the stone pier standing at the door!

However, if something happens to the staff of the Ministry of Magic at the school, even if it means something, they have to hand in a statement of the situation.

As if thinking of the trouble with the Ministry of Magic, the witch left a little faster.

Aini frowned and looked at Umbridge, the bleeding had stopped, just let her leave by herself tomorrow, I guess she would wake up in the morning...... Right?

Forget it, find an abandoned classroom and throw her in it first, so as not to affect her appetite tomorrow morning.

In order to thank Umbridge for the joy he brought to Hogwarts, Ani decided not to provide treatment, messed up Fudge's assignment, and had to have someone go to his master's place to sell Bo to save some points.

But in this case, you have to think of a "proper" reason.

Hypoxic shock caused by too much shame and poor blood supply?

It seems that this does not exist with the constitution of a wizard.

Say she touches porcelain?

It's not good to be too aggressive.

Falling objects?

This reason is more proper, that's it, and by the way, it can add some funds, but you still have to figure out how to write the report, so it is a little inappropriate for Hermione to ghostwrite.

Having made up his mind, Aini waved a candlestick and threw it at Umbridge.

"Poof~"

The candlestick smashed into the back of Umbridge's head

, the wound that had just stopped bleeding was replaced with a second spring, dyeing the silver candlestick a little red.

Aini took out his camera and took a few photos, there were pictures and truths, which were good and very convincing.

Now it's a bad report, how do you write it?

"Goodbye, Jerry, goodbye, Peeves."

By now, the little wizards had had enough trouble, and they said goodbye to the two little ones before they walked out of the auditorium.

Peeves beckoned around with Jerry, how could he still look like he was wreaking havoc in the past?

Looking at this scene, Aini's eyes lit up.

You want me to wipe my ass after you've done it yourself? Jerry, you're already a mature mouse, and there are things you have to learn to do on your own......

☆☆☆☆☆

The next day, Fudge hurried into the office, unaware that his "henchman" had folded at the Halloween night party.

Halloween is an important holiday for the British, and in October, almost everywhere you go, you can see the merchandise in the store in a prominent place, such as large pumpkins, candle stands, carved suits, ......

Interestingly, although Halloween has a lot of scenes in the UK, it is not an official holiday, and it certainly does not have a holiday.

But that was among Muggles, and for the Ministry of Magic, the more holidays the better, not to mention the special meaning of Halloween in the occult.

So today the Ministry of Magic is on holiday, there are few people up and down, and Fudge has been deserted all the way, and he has lost the continuous greetings on weekdays.

Yesterday, he let the dog out to bite people, but there was no response at all, which made him not very happy, and his evaluation of Umbridge was lowered a little in his heart.

I didn't know how to send a message back, so he didn't sleep until the early hours of the morning.

He didn't have much to complain about Scrimgeur, he wasn't a man of the way, and it was good to be able to be ordered to go over and support the field.

At half past nine, still not receiving news from Umbridge, Fudge sat on the sofa, his eyelids gradually coming closer.

After less than six hours of sleep, he was a little sleepy.

"Pak~"

Suddenly, an envelope appeared out of thin air on the coffee table in front of him.

Fudge picked up the envelope, looked at his name on it, and opened the seal.

！！！

The man suddenly realized that something was wrong, this was his office in the Ministry of Magic, who could break through the spatial barrier and send the letter in?

What will be written in there, threats? Intimidate? Extortion? Or is it simply a strong poison powder, a curse, or an alchemy bomb?

Thinking of this, the man instantly became energetic, hurriedly threw the envelope out, and then lay on the sofa with his hands folded.

However, the expected explosion did not happen, and several pieces of parchment and photographs fluttered out of the torn seals, flipped to the ground and scattered in an arc, like a mocking smile on the carpet.

Fudge muttered and stood up from the couch, his face flushed slightly, he knew that the performance just now was a bit bad, and he should put a protective spell on himself as soon as possible.

However, he was not born in an Auror, and he had never participated in a battle before becoming the Minister of Magic, let alone after taking the position, it was good to be able to react and lie down with his head in his hands.

After confirming that it was just plain parchment and photographs, Fudge crouched down cautiously and picked them over with his wand......

"Smack!"

In the past, his beloved wand was viciously slammed to the ground, and Mr. Minister, who had the reputation of "wreck", angrily grabbed the paper and tore it to shreds.

"Too much deception! It's too much of a deception!"

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