The heels of the "da-da-da" heels hit the polished wooden floor, and a woman in a slip-on skirt walked out of the elevator with a pile of papers.

The footsteps faded from the thick carpet, and she came to a luxurious wooden door, glancing enviously at the bronze plaque on it: "Office of the Minister of Magic"

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, showed a sweet greasy, and knocked lightly on the door.

After waiting for a moment, the wooden door unscrewed open by itself, and the small brass horn at the door shouted to itself:

"Deputy Minister for Magic, Dolores Jane Umbridge."

The phrase, like her favorite sherry, almost intoxicated Umbridge as she closed her eyes with an expression of enjoyment.

In just a few moments, she forced herself to come to her senses, and her promotion to Senior Deputy Minister was a hurdle, which was almost the only candidate to succeed the Ministry of Magic with the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

But don't worry, there's a great opportunity now

She walked past the soft carpet embroidered with gold thread, and in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, sat behind the solid wood desk the size of a dining table.

The expensive desk had just been replaced, which had not been the case before, and Umbridge remembered Fudge when he first took office, and was generally described as a kind and generous minister.

He was even very humble, always polite and easy-going to every employee of the Ministry of Magic, and even the office was very simple, and the most he did every day was to write letters to Dumbledore.

This situation lasted only a year, and little by little, the austere office became such a luxurious appearance.

Umbridge wasn't surprised at all, as the table was exactly what she herself had suggested buying.

"Dolores, you're here?" Fudge's voice came from behind the newspaper in his hands.

The spread newspaper obscured his face, and he couldn't see it, but Umbridge knew that Fudge was in a state of euphoria, because he would only bring out his treasured redcurrant wine when his mood swings were at its highest.

As for the reason, Umbridge's eyes moved to the front page of the newspaper: "Attack Repeated—Is Hogwarts Safe?" ”

"Minister." Umbridge shouted in a sweet, girl-like voice, "There have been a series of attacks at Hogwarts, and many parents have written to me concerned about the safety of the school. ”

The "whoa" newspaper was put down, revealing Fudge's round face, and he looked at Umbridge with an interested look:

"Really? I mean. Now parents are interested in Deng. Have a big opinion about the school? ”

The smile on Umbridge's face became more and more obvious, she took two steps forward, took out the clipboard, and pretended to look at the contents seriously, but the corner of her eye was paying attention to Fudge:

"Of course, of course, Mr. Minister, if you look at this letter, it is quite long, and I will give you an excerpt from it.

'Dumbledore is confused! He's no longer good, like a juggling old man, let's change the principal of the school quickly! He should have abdicated a long time ago!.'"

"Phew!" Fudge's hand slapped the table, interrupting Umbridge's words, and said with a displeased face:

"It's too much! That's Dumbledore! The greatest white wizard of our time, he has done a lot to the stability and peace of the wizarding world. This is slander, blatant slander! ”

But Umbridge clearly saw a happy look in his eyes, and she hurriedly agreed, and then said "embarrassed": "There is no rule that parents are not allowed to complain about the principal."

Fudge nodded slowly:

"Yes." He paused and suddenly said, "Anything else?" ”

Umbridge flipped the page of paper between her clipboard and read it in her sweet voice.

Soon, Fudge was intoxicated, he listened with his eyes closed, shook his head slightly, and finally opened his eyes, sighed, and muttered something.

The smile on Umbridge's face remained unchanged, pretending not to hear anything, but his voice became much softer:

"Mr. Minister, there are several very wealthy pure-blood families who would like to get a chance to have dinner with the Minister.

Discuss what you should do as a school manager about the recent series of attacks on the school. Care. ”

Fudge narrowed her eyes and didn't speak, just waved her hand and motioned for Umbridge to leave, and when she reached the door, Fudge's somewhat hoarse voice suddenly came:

"I remember Arthur Weasley in the Ministry, his daughter was also attacked? As Minister of Magic, I should be concerned about my subordinates, and in the name of the Ministry of Magic, I sent a letter to Hogwarts asking why the attack occurred, and . The Ministry of Magic cares about this! ”

Promised!

A smile bloomed on Umbridge's face, and she grinned, like a pink toad, and turned to Fudge and nodded:

"Your will, Secretary Cornelius."

Zhang Xiao took Harry and Hermione with some of Ginny's favorite sweets and snacks and walked down the stairs to the school infirmary.

Ron had come over as early as the afternoon, in fact, they had long wanted to visit, but Madam Pomfrey did not allow it, saying that the petrified people did not need to visit, but they were worried that the little wizards were not careful, in case they touched which part would be more troublesome.

In the end, it was Zhang Xiao who communicated with Madam Pomfrey for a long time, and the queen of the school's infirmary, the outstanding graduate of Slytherin, reluctantly agreed to their visit, but only once.

None of them spoke, just walked quietly.

The creaking sound of the wooden staircase over the years is a little distracting in this quiet atmosphere.

Harry and Hermione's expressions were a little heavy, and they were fine when they were busy, but at this time Ginny's worries had taken over, especially since Mrs. Weasley had cried several times in the school infirmary.

This made Harry and Hermione, who had a very close relationship with the Weasleys, uncomfortable.

Zhang Xiao felt that he was quite calm, after all, if he thought about it from another angle, the people who were petrified were the safest existence.

The basilisk can't pull the petrified man up and stare him to death, right?

In other words, petrification is equivalent to a disconnection protection, and if it is disconnected, it is also invincible.

If it weren't for the fact that his time was precious, Zhang Xiao would have been petrified herself, and when she woke up, the basilisk was gone.

The greatest danger is gone.

Pushing open the door of the infirmary, the sunlight shines through the window, illuminating the tiny floating objects in the air, and the quaint style of the infirmary actually has a sense of the age of an old silent film.

Mrs. Weasley sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the stone statue of Ginny, and sobbed twice from time to time, her eyes were already red and swollen from crying, and her originally chubby face was a little haggard.

Ron stood up from the side, walked over tiredly, and whispered:

"You're here? Mom cried all day again today. ”

The three of them went up and hugged Ron, and asked in a low voice:

"Didn't Headmaster Dumbledore say there was no danger to his life?"

Ron nodded, and said with some sadness:

"But my mother didn't know where to check the information, saying that when she was petrified, it would be very painful, and she would feel her body slowly frozen."

He shuddered, swallowed his saliva and continued, "It's like a person being put in a bucket and thrown into the snow."

Both Harry and Hermione shuddered, and their gazes at Ginny became more sympathetic and distressed.

Zhang Xiao was silent for a while, and patted Ron on the shoulder, in fact, he wondered why Ginny was attacked, and he didn't react at first.

Later, I remembered that Ginny was also one of the 28 purebloods, and it stands to reason that she was not within the scope of Riddle's attack, and if the basilisk only wanted to kill Creevey, Ginny was only affected, which would be even more wrong.

Creevey still has a camera to cushion it, but Ginny's petrified appearance suggests that the little girl is facing the basilisk.

And there were no messages left in both attacks, and now the whole school is immersed in an inexplicable fear, everyone is afraid, but what is afraid cannot be said.

There are a lot of bizarre rumors that come out every day, and what the little wizards believe most at the moment is the Muggle version brought by the Muggle little wizards.

There is a monster lurking inside the school called Medusa, who will appear when there are the fewest people, and choose the lucky ones at random to petrify them.

So in order to guard against Medusa, the little wizards have prepared a mirror, and as long as there are few people, they will block this special double-sided mirror in front of them.

This is because legend has it that Medusa is most afraid of the mirror, because just by looking in the mirror she will see her terrible face and run away.

Zhang Xiaocai will not say who came up with this genius idea and let Malfoy spread it.

After chatting with Mrs. Weasley for a while, mainly listening to Mrs. Weasley's worries about Ginny and her daughter's suffering, Zhang Xiao played the role of listener perfectly.

I wanted to find a chance to talk to Mrs. Weasley about the housekeeping company, but it seems that Ginny will not be able to get it until she recovers.

After the visit, Xiao and Hermione went to Professor McGonagall's office to attend the Professor's Transfiguration Club party.

From time to time in the long aisle, you can see a large group of young wizards gathered together, like frightened little quails, holding mirrors, trembling and walking.

"It's a really uncomfortable atmosphere." Hermione whispered suddenly.

Zhang Xiao nodded, "Well, people are panicking, and few people's minds are still learning." ”

"Is that what the professors are looking at? What about Headmaster Dumbledore? Why hasn't an effective measure come out? The little witch was a little emotional, and if such a terrible attack had happened in an elementary school, it would have caused a national sensation long ago.

Listening to Hermione's words, Zhang Xiao was also silent, in fact, he couldn't quite understand what these professors were thinking, even if he knew clearly that the secret room had been opened, he didn't seem to think about closing the school, finding the secret room and reopening the school.

Instead, the little wizard was allowed to live in fear of being attacked, could it be that Dumbledore wanted to fish again?

The idea had been popped up more than once in this time, but it was quickly dismissed, as Dumbledore might have made sacrifices, but he would never risk the lives of so many students.

Students are his lifeblood, even if it is Malfoy in the original book, he tried to save it.

Unless there really is something deep hidden in Hogwarts that must keep the school open?

Is it not just because of the school's status that Soup is obsessed with Hogwarts?

Zhang Xiao was startled, and before he could think about it, Hermione had already looked at him curiously and asked:

"Zhang, what's wrong? We've arrived. ”

Zhang Xiao came back to her senses, pinched the bridge of her nose, stabilized her emotions, and then pushed the door open under Hermione's strange eyes.

After glancing around the members of the Transfiguration Club

Well, they're all familiar people, almost the original members of Professor Flitwick's Charms Club, because of the strong commonality between spells and Transfiguration.

If the spell is strong and the transformation is definitely not weak, and vice versa.

For example, some other courses, such as herbology, ancient magic texts, etc., have relatively large personnel changes.

After greeting each other again, Zhang Xiao wanted to find a chair to sit down, but found that there was no chair except for some tables.

Everyone looked accustomed to it, standing aside in twos and threes and chatting quietly.

Penelope smiled and stretched out his hand to greet them, and was about to speak, when he heard Professor McGonagall's voice coming from one side:

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen."

"Good afternoon, Professor McGonagall."

McGonagall was dressed in a more casual looking black lady's wizarding robe, and Professor McGonagall was obviously much more relaxed than she had been in class.

She looked around the little wizard with blue eyes and said:

"This time, we have two new members, MR Zhang and Miss Granger, second-year students, and I think everyone should be familiar with them.

After all, Filius and I have discussed many times whether or not to merge the two clubs of Charms and Transfiguration. ”

There was a low laugh, and it was clear that this was not the first time Professor McGonagall had said this.

"Alright, time is precious, everyone, let's get started with the routine opening ceremony."

Professor McGonagall clapped her hands, her gaze shining behind the square lenses, "Today's theme is the Throne of Luxury, the more extravagant, the better!"

The best winner will receive 20 House Points! ”

In the somewhat confused eyes of Zhang Xiao and Hermione, everyone easily drew their wands and pointed them on the surrounding things and began to deform.

With the light of transformation, thrones of different styles and seemingly extravagant suddenly appeared around.

Arranged in a circle, it looks like some kind of king's council.

"MR Chang, Miss Granger, this is the opening ceremony of the Transfiguration Club, there are no chairs, I will assign a theme, and everyone will use their imagination to conjure up their own chairs.

Got it? ”

Professor McGonagall gestured to everyone's chairs, then nodded to the empty seats that had been set aside for the two of them.

So that's it! It's quite in line with the concept of the Transfiguration Club.

Hermione pulled out her wand, looked at everyone's chairs a little bewildered, thought about it, and began to deform with all her might.

It's just that this kind of volume transformation is still a bit difficult for the second-year wizard, and Hermione successfully conjures up a small throne.

Pink, with crystal clear crystals and openwork patterns, the chair has a high back, but compared to the tall thrones around it, this throne is like a baby seat.

But how does it look a bit like the seat where princesses often sit in Disney cartoons?

Hermione sat down a little embarrassed, perhaps this gave Hermione a feeling of being a princess herself, and the little witch couldn't help but smile happily.

Everyone's eyes looked at Zhang Xiao, curious about the most eye-catching little wizard in the school, what kind of seat would he conjure?

Professor McGonagall also took a few steps back, somewhat expecting Zhang Xiao's next move.

Zhang Xiao pulled out her wand, do you still need to think about what to change?

Of course, it's a dragon chair!

Almost didn't catch up

(End of chapter)