"Aini, is there a result?"

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Hermione, who was absentmindedly writing and drawing on the paper, instantly left the chair and greeted her, as if she had a spring on her buttocks.

"Not yet."

Aini reached out and put on the flying home clothes, pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache, and drenched the bloody dogs scolded by the bureaucrats who only knew how to rip the skin.

In the afternoon he went to a seminar on how to deal with **** Los, and the result was not expected, that is, there was no result.

Shortly after the big man left, Professor McGonagall brought an answer that wasn't quite to Dumbledore's liking.

Loos, who came from a middle-class Muggle family.

Generally speaking, children with magical talents are not too stupid, and fortunately, Mr. Prolos Jr. is not a minority, and has excellent grades in Muggle schools, but thanks to the good learning atmosphere in the school, this makes him a target for bullying.

The skinny Tran could only throw away the cowardice on his face before returning home, and only wanted to maintain the last dignity in front of his relatives.

He felt deeply inferior to this, and was even more frightened by his occasional unusual behavior.

Until one day, Tran received an offer of admission to Hogwarts.

Magic, what a magical word, a few days later, Professor McGonagall came to his house, in front of his parents, and dispelled all the gloom in his heart with the light that came from the top of his wand.

At that time, Tran considered himself the chosen one, and his heart went from one extreme to the other.

But when he arrived at Hogwarts, he suddenly found ...... There is a group of such "chosen ones"!

And many of them came from wizarding families, and they had held the power of magic for generations, and in every way, they were the masters of the wizarding world, and they were just poor boys who rushed in, which was another major blow to Tran.

Fortunately, his talent is really good, and after the start of school, Tran found that many of his classmates who were born as wizards did not perform as well as him, and immediately began to be complacent again.

How many teenage children don't want to be the center of attention?

However, contrary to expectations, history is always strikingly similar, and his excellent results still failed to arouse others, even after spending more than a year together, Tran is still a little transparent after all.

And it's a little withdrawn and proud in the eyes of others.,It's not very likable little transparent.。

With such an egg whose shell is almost gone, it would be strange if the snake and mouse double-shaped fly didn't bite.

So starting from the "chance" to obtain a dark magic book, little Tran rode on the road of depravity, leaving behind the good thoughts of human nature and the bottom line of ethics.

"Don't those old men have anything else to do! Everyone was waiting for an answer, but they dragged on for a month."

Hermione was a little angry, Romilda had already been discharged from the hospital and had recovered physically, but the shadow in her heart was difficult to dispel, and to this day the girl did not dare to be alone, her experience naturally made the little wizards very indignant.

As Ani and Dumbledore expected, before the children could convey their indignation to their parents, multiple editions of the special news appeared in some newspapers large and small, both large and small, at home and abroad.

In addition, there are few young wizards who know the whole incident, and when the owls fly away from Hogwarts to take away the children's letters, it causes a huge condemnation and controversy. ….

Everybody is wrong, and everybody accuses others of false sources.

If Ani hadn't deliberately delayed the pace of the Internet era, but pushed hard in the back, I'm afraid that the Hogwarts attack would have dominated the top ten hot searches on major platforms without spending a penny.

All in all, not to mention the British, the eyes of the entire wizarding world are now focused on Hogwarts, wanting to see if the light from this lighthouse that once shone in the wizarding world has changed color after the sky is dark.

"It's not fifty years ago, no one wants to make this decision, or rather, this pot is too big for our ministers to bear."

Ani's tone was full of disdain, today's meeting Fudge was long overdue, boots

There is also a piece of porcelain shavings next to it, and I think that a certain fat ball has another opportunity to be courteous.

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"Sneeze~"

Umbridge twisted her fleshy nose, her nose is particularly sensitive, and it is precisely because of this that this "pink girl", who thinks she loves cats, has never actually hugged those really cute little ones at all.

The so-called cat-loving personality is just self-deception.

The delicate girl wore a pink dress, which could reveal the brightness that could not be covered by spring, and Umbridge made herself pink.

A kind girl who likes kittens, her smile often hooks the corners of others' mouths, and Umbridge makes herself like cats.

Powerful people of pure blood always enjoy all kinds of enviable privileges, and Umbridge has allowed himself to "have" a "high" birth.

As everyone knows, the brightness is because of the girl, not pink; Preference is given because of kindness, not preference; Status is unique because of power, not blood.

Just like the ruined Gaunt family, the nobility and longevity of the bloodline did not allow Tom Riddle's foreign workers and uncle to escape the trip to Azkaban, and the surname Malfoy could not surpass Gaunt in fame, but Lucius once swayed around Voldemort and is still at ease in the oversized manor.

Could it be that after half my life in the Ministry of Magic, I can't even see these things clearly?

Not!

The trick is clear, Umbridge!

Merely......

She can dress herself up in pink, but she can't turn into a bright-eyed girl; She can collect a lot of cats to put on the plate, but she can't have the kindness that infects people's hearts; She can lick her face and proclaim that she has noble blood, but she can't fabricate power and power.

However, who else could she deceive but herself?

"Thank you very much, Ms. Umbridge. But I want you to get my approval before you enter the office next time."

Fudge walked into the tidy room and thanked him without any thanks, looking at Umbridge with the same look he had looked at the porcelain tiles on the floor.

"Hug ...... I'm sorry, Secretary Fudge, I'm just, I'm ......."

Hearing this, Umbridge's mind was confused, and it was naturally inappropriate to enter the leader's office without permission, but she had already put all her chips on Fudge, and she did not hesitate to offend the most magnificent mountain in England for this reason, and she could be regarded as the minister's henchman, but the other party's reaction told her that it was not the case.

At this moment, the woman stammered and did not know how to explain it, her hands were twisted together, and the wound that had just been pierced by the porcelain piece cracked again, and the red blood blurred on her fingertips, like the bitterness in Umbridge's heart.

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