"I'll go over and have a look, settle the exchange students, and Dolores will wait for me at the door of the principal's office. Alan waved his hand lightly, and after a few more words to Hermione, Allen's figure turned into a phoenix disappeared after a burst of fire.

"Thank you so much, Professor Harris!" Umbridge's face was so excited that his voice ran away as he replied, making a pug-like sound, and even though Alan was gone, Umbridge bowed to where he had disappeared, then turned and trotted all the way to the headmaster's office.

Allen's feet gently and quietly landed on the solid ground, "Hey, Alan Harris, how are you ......" An indifferent voice fell silent as soon as it sounded, Eren waved his wand quickly, and a string of faint and faint quickly hit all the portraits in the room. The portraits of the old principals of all sexes are asleep in the photos, some fall directly to the ground, some collapse on chairs with armrests, and some lean against the frame of the portraits......

The fine silverware in the headmaster's room stood on the slender legged table, quietly puffing smoke and spinning. Alan looked around the room and didn't move anything. He walked to the door, opened the door of the monster's brass ring, stepped up the spiral staircase, and opened the stone monster in the doorway.

Umbridge's eyes lit up the stairs, and as soon as he entered the principal's room, he wanted to go straight to the principal's table.

"Stop, Dolores, you don't think Dumbledore just closed the door, do you? There is no way to give information to anyone with these portraits, and there is time. Alan waved his hand at Umbridge in the air, and the other party was easily pinched and lifted aside by the invisible hand as if he had been caught by Dumbledore before.

"Wait, Harris, Professor Umbridge, you can't enter the Headmaster's office without Dumbledore's permission. Professor McGonagall burst in with an excited look on her face, and she looked at Umbridge, who had been arrogant before, standing next to Alan like a servant, her brow furrowed, "They did collude, and Dumbledore was kicked out of the school under their scheme." ”

"Professor McGonagall, I think you can't enter the Headmaster's office without my permission, I'm the current Headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore is just a fugitive, and besides, you should call Mr. Alan Harris a professor, he's your colleague now. Umbridge, who had just finished her hair messed up by Alan's spell, had a sinister and affectionate smile on her face.

McGonagall's lips tightened together, her fingers clenching her wand and letting it go, Umbridge laughing even more.

Professor McGonagall looked at the omniscient imprint in the sky that had not dissipated until now, there was a little more disgust and powerlessness in her eyes, she turned her head to look at Alan and couldn't help but recall the other party's likable appearance when she was in her lower grade in her transformation class, and there was another burst of heartache and self-blame, although she was not the dean of the other party, McGonagall thought that Alan was also her own student, "Why is it that the more talented a little wizard is, the easier it is to go down the wrong path?"

Ron, who was watching from the outside of the headmaster's office, clubbed his arm to Harry beside him, and a flash of happiness flashed across his face, and his mind was spinning wildly with the thought of "Look, I knew that Alan Harris wasn't a good thing".

Harry stared at Allen, his eyes were full of sadness, Allen had never proved to them that Voldemort had returned, and he could still use Allen's failure to really see it and Allen's other plans to convince him, but the scene in front of him made Harry's illusions and excuses disappear, obviously it was not Alan who was Umbridge's accomplice, but Umbridge was doing things according to Allen's instructions.

There were more and more people watching from the door of the principal's office, but both the teachers and the students could only watch as Alan cautiously used the spell of breaking the curse on the instruments in the principal's office one after another, and the protective spells opened by those books and magical objects were broken by Alan one by one, and the books on the shelves in the principal's room all automatically flew to the floor of the open space next to them and automatically accumulated.

After a long time, Alan withdrew his wand, stretched out his hand to Umbridge under the gaze of the Hogwarts teachers and students, and made a gesture of invitation, Umbridge's face looked like a toad about to swallow a delicious and juicy fly, quickly twisted his fat body, sat down in the chair belonging to the headmaster, took a long breath, closed her eyes and felt the sense of power brought to her by the huge back of the headmaster's sofa chair.

Seeing that Umbridge finally sat in the position that had belonged to Dumbledore for a long time, McGonagall looked so angry that she was not stunned as she had been in the previous direction with the support and comfort of Hufflepuff Head Pomona Sprout.

"Hmm, wait a minute, Professor McGonagall, where are you going?" asked Allen, with his hands behind his back, with an exaggerated look of surprise on his face.

Professor McGonagall, who still needed someone to help her, was stunned, but suddenly straightened up, and pushed Professor Sprout aside with slight but resolute force, "Any other instructions, Professor Harris?" Blood and courage returned to her already pale cheeks, and she turned to look at Allen without humility or arrogance.

"Professor McGonagall, aren't you going to keep these personal belongings of Dumbledore for him?" With that, the smiling Alan winked at McGonagall and Sprout as if he had succeeded in his prank.

"What?!, you mean you want me to keep Albus's belongings, and you're not going to ......" McGonagall's eyes widened to the point that her glasses slipped to her nose.

Umbridge, who had been in the principal's chair with her eyes closed, couldn't sit still, and she stood up at once, "Wait, Mr. Harris, what are you?!" she tried to grab Alan with her hand, but in the end she didn't dare to actually touch the other party, so she could only let her hand stop in the air in embarrassment.

Alan glanced at everyone with a puzzled face, "What are you wondering about? Dumbledore was dismissed from his position as Headmaster of Hogwarts after leaving, and he illegally occupied the Headmaster's office, I'm just here to correct him, but no matter which company has the right to encroach on the employee's personal belongings after being fired, right?"

Umbridge stomped his foot in a hurry, "Wait, Mr. Alan Harris, we at the Ministry of Magic need to find evidence of Dumbledore's incriminating guilt and whereabouts from these items! You can't...... Please don't give them to McGonagall to take with her. She was about to give orders in her usual bureaucratic tone, but she had to change her tone to a more tactful tone.

"Our Ministry of Magic?" Allen's expression was still as exaggerated as before, "Dolores, I don't remember me explaining it...... I haven't heard of my second ...... Lenn Harris's Division of Magical Law Enforcement issued a warrant for the seizure of Dumbledore's belongings and property, and it was illegal to withhold a wizard's property without a warrant. ”

"I don't, but ...... But.. ... I'll go!Secretary Fudge can also issue a permit!" Umbridge looked a little incoherent, surprised to find that the other party even pretended to make a mistake about his influence over the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and Umbridge had to grab Fudge as the last hole card to try to get Alan to change his attention.

"Of course you can do that, Dolores. Alan stopped smiling and continued to take a few steps towards Umbridge with his hands behind his back, and the new Headmaster of Hogwarts unconsciously backed away as Eren slowly approached.

Seeing this, Alan stopped and put a smile back on his face, "You can tell Fudge about it as it is, so that he can come and talk to me if he has any grievances, but there is no way to stop this action before you get it, can you?"

Then Alan shook his head again and smacked his lips, "Oh, naïve Dolores, are you really going to touch the personal belongings of one of the world's most powerful white wizards? ”

This gaze of almost pity made Umbridge instantly realize the stupidity of being carried away by the victory again, and she thought back to the feelings of that day, and then thought of her own stupidity just now and broke out in a cold sweat.

Umbridge now looked like a frightened middle-aged and elderly girl, holding on to her fear-throbbing chest and sitting down in the headmaster's chair, speechless.

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