Chapter 387

Let the time move forward a little. Just this morning, when the little wizards were still sleeping in the warm quilt, Umbridge hurried back to Hogwarts from the Ministry of magic.

At that time, the gatekeeper filch had just got up and was opening the gates of the castle one by one with a bunch of keys.

Looking at the appearance from the window opening, you can see that the sky is not bright yet. However, just looking at the cloudy sky wall is enough to know that today must be an unusual windy weather.

"Colder!" murmured filch, stooping his back. "If only the group of cubs could be frozen! Guys with excess energy..."

When he yawned and opened the latch of the front door, a short, fat figure swept in through the door with a fierce cold wind.

"Who?" filch shouted with a sudden mental shock.

"Don't shout, it's me - Dolores Umbridge!"

Filch fixed his eyes on the visitor, who was wrapped up in a brightly colored fluffy coat. He glanced at him and hurried in again.

"Oh! Inspector Umbridge!" filch said happily, "thanks to you, you have made those little bastards more honest in school these days - please treat them more! Tell them what is the duty of students..."

"Hmm?" Umbridge was stunned, and then stopped moving forward, "are you..."

"Filch, Argus filch... The administrator of Hogwarts."

Filch's tone seemed quite respectful, and his posture of shrinking his neck and bowing his waist was not due to hunchback... Or simply flattering.

"Well, Mr. filch," Umbridge said softly, skillfully changing into a formulaic sweet smile again, "did you just say 'regulation'?"

"Yes!" filch shook his hand and said, "those little things are full of bad ideas one by one! What should students do? Shouldn't they study safely? But who can think that there are so many naughty students in every session! It's a mess!"

"Oh, you're right. I think so too..." Umbridge said with a smile. "By the way, it happens that I have two notices from the Ministry of magic. Please post them on the bulletin board for me!"

Here she paused, and when filch looked expectant, she took two large parchment rolls out of her pink bag.

"... this should be what you want. Have a look and paste it!" she stuffed the paper roll into Filch's hand. "They all have the official signature of the Ministry of magic, which is a formal notice!"

"Ha! Now there are those bad bastards to see!"

After a while, the elated filch energetically pasted the two notices on the bulletin board one by one, and completely covered the other notices originally posted in the column.

"Mr. filch, I didn't expect you to be so accurate in your view of education. Hogwarts only let you be an administrator. It's really second to none -"

Umbridge stood behind and read the whole process of posting. While nodding his head to express his satisfaction, he threw out an endless praise.

"Oh -" filch looked back in flattery. The stool under his feet shook and almost let him fall from it.

"Maybe there's something else I'll need your help in the future!" Umbridge said softly, turned and walked quickly to the corridor on the side of the hall, "do a good job! Well, I have something else to do, so I'll go first..."

"... okay, okay, investigator Umbridge!"

Umbridge, who had turned the corner, didn't listen to filch at all.

As she just said, she really has something important to deal with next. But even if it wasn't, she wasn't interested in spending more time with an administrator.

The modest praise just now was an exception for her. If she hadn't been unable to let go in Hogwarts, how could she be so hungry.

Soon, she went up the stairs to the third floor and walked into her defense against the dark arts professor's office.

Umbridge's office, as always, is filled with a pink and tender girl atmosphere.

Pink curtains, pink tablecloths, pink walls, pink carpets... On the four walls, rows of decorative ceramic plates are hung, and the bottom of the plates are full of magic cats with different expressions.

The whole room was permeated with a warm atmosphere.

If this is really a little girl's room, I'm afraid the visitors will say "what a lovely little sweetheart", but if the owner of this room is actually a witch over half a hundred years old

Once you think about it like this, there is a smell of decay in the sweet girl fragrance in the room.

As soon as Umbridge entered the door, he locked the door again, and then put a spell on the whole office to check it.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual in her office, she quickly walked to the side wall and tapped one of the large decorative plates on the wall with her wand.

With the "Ding" sound, the black Bombay cat at the bottom of the plate immediately stood up and stared closely at Umbridge.

Umbridge nervously held the wand in his hand, secretly counted three times in his heart, then stretched out his wand and stirred it at the bottom of the plate.

But I saw that the black cat was immediately stirred into a thick black color and moved strangely. It looked as if it had turned into a dark fog.

And in the thick fog, a pair of hazy eyes gradually appeared.

"Didn't I say not to contact me casually?" a vague voice came out of the fog. If you didn't listen carefully, you might not even hear it.

"Sir..." Umbridge pursed his dry lips and said softly, "I've done exactly what you said. What's the next step? What do you want me to do?"

However, the man in the fog was silent for a moment, as if thinking about something.

"Sir?" Umbridge waited a little flustered and couldn't help calling again.

"I didn't expect much from you at first, but..." the other party mused, "just... If you can cooperate with the child to disturb Hogwarts, I'll leave you the post of minister of magic in the future..."

"Of course, sir... I'd be happy to help you!" Umbridge said happily, but then his face darkened. "But that McClane..."

"People have weaknesses. Haven't you figured it out after you've been at Hogwarts for so long?"

"No, of course... But..." Umbridge seemed quite tangled. "I've checked that McLean many times, that power beyond common sense..."

"Are you afraid?" the other side said lightly, "if you want to get it, you must first know how to pay... You want to taste the fruit without taking some risks. Where can there be such a good thing in this world?"

"I... I'll do it," said Umbridge, gritting his teeth. "It will be finished!"

"Very good... If you try again, all this will be over soon." the eyes in the fog blinked, in which there was a faint flash of fine light, "don't worry, at least you don't have to do it. You just need to be responsible and cooperate..."

Before the voice fell, the fog accelerated in an instant. A few seconds later, it condensed into an ordinary lovely black cat and lay down quietly at the bottom of the plate.

Umbridge's nervous tension at that moment was suddenly relieved. After a slight sigh of relief, he turned and walked to the table on the other side of the office.

"The fire is blazing."

A few fire seedlings, the tip of her staff ran into the firewood in the fireplace, and soon formed a crackling red flame, and the temperature in the room gradually rose.

She made another pot of water and set it on fire in the fireplace. While waiting for the water in the copper pot to boil, Umbridge gradually fell into thinking at the same time.

Since she graduated from Slytherin college in Hogwarts, she has been climbing hard in the Ministry of magic. Although most of her means are invisible, that means that every promotion must be accompanied by risks commensurate with her interests.

All this shows that she has a morbid desire for rights.

But even if she was promoted faster than the ordinary staff, after staring at the position of minister of magic, she couldn't help feeling the powerlessness caused by lack of talent.

Compared with her, although Cornell fudge is timid, since he can get Dumbledore's help and support, it shows that he also has the potential of being in power.

But now, it seems that many things have changed dramatically in a mess.

"Benedictine Benedictine"

Umbridge was awakened by a knock on the door. She quickly sorted out her expression, then stretched out her wand to point to the door and gently opened the door lock.

"Please come in."

When she calmly sat back behind her desk and wiped the ends of her hair, she began to say.

The door of the office was pushed open, and a thin figure calmly came in from the door. The visitor didn't show any unexpected expression to the pink and tender room, but conveniently closed the door, and then walked steadily to the desk.

"Good morning, Professor Umbridge." the other party said hello politely.

"Well," Umbridge nodded and smiled, "socaradis, did you receive my message last night?"

"Oh - just call me sokas, Professor Umbridge," said sokas softly. "Yes, I did, so I got up earlier!"

Umbridge looked at him, and his sweet smile seemed to exude sugar juice.