v3 Chapter 136： Do you want to be the Minister of Magic?

But whatever, just finish the minister's mission, Umbridge thought to himself.

For her, the minister's task is above everything else, and the things that can please the minister should be done properly.

Umbridge gently brushed the dust off the dossier and carefully put it away. Just as she was about to leave the archives, there was a clatter behind her, along with an exclamation.

"Who!" Umbridge pulled out his wand and turned to look at the source of the sound.

"Confusion!" A spell cast from behind her hit her in the back, and Umbridge's eyes widened.

She murmured, "The rats here are too rampant." Then she turned and left the archives.

After she left, the two figures came out from behind the two filing cabinets respectively.

"Tonks! Can't you be careful when you're on a mission!" The middle-aged man with fiery red hair couldn't hold back his urge to complain.

"Sorry, sorry, I accidentally knocked off a volume of files. It's not without reason that my stealth score was poor."

It was Arthur Weasley and newcomer Auronny Fadora Tonks who appeared in the archives. They had just received an order from Dumbledore to keep an eye on the status of the Sirius Black case file in the Archives.

It didn't take long for them to get here, Umbridge came in...

It can only be said that Dumbledore's magic trick is brilliant!

At this time Fudge and his two subordinates also arrived in Hogsmeade. Since Hogwarts can't be accessed directly using Apparate, the three of them have to go to Hogsmeade first and then walk to Hogwarts.

"Minister, are we a little too eager?" Kingsley pondered for a moment, and always felt that it was not appropriate to let Fudge go directly to Hogwarts. Can he delay for a while?

He feels he can.

Fudge looked at the empty Hogsmeade Street and the dementors drifting by from time to time, and couldn't help but feel a cocoon - he had given orders before, and Hogsmeade imposed a curfew after sunset every day. Forgot to dismiss this command.

"As the Minister of Magic, I still have the power to lift a curfew?" Fudge asked pitifully.

"Minister," even Delix was speechless, "if we can lift the curfew by walking over and saying a word, then there will be a big problem!"

Fudge woke up immediately. Yes, of course he has this power as the real Minister of Magic, but what if a dark wizard impersonates him? If a message can lift the curfew, wouldn't the dark wizard be able to swagger into Azkaban and pick up the prisoners inside?

Even as the real Minister of Magic, he would need a series of formal procedures to order Dementors.

"Okay, then let's go to the pub for one night." Fudge saw two dementors slowly drifting towards here on the corner of the street, and felt that he was not very good at publicly sabotaging his orders. After seeing Ms. Rosmerta, she could not help walking towards the three brooms subconsciously.

After the three settled down on the three brooms, they went back to their rooms to rest. As soon as Kingsley returned to the room, he immediately sent a Patronus to Dumbledore, and told Dumbledore about Fudge's visit and his orders one by one.

Dumbledore's reply was also simple: wait and see. Knowing that Dumbledore was ready, Kingsley was relieved, took a bath in the private room, and went to bed.

Early the next morning, the sun rose as usual, but the changes in the magical world had quietly begun.

Amelia Burns entered the office as usual. Although today is Sunday and Christmas is coming soon, as the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the largest division of the Ministry of Magic, she naturally cannot be at leisure.

She walked into the office and found that her desk was already full of pending documents. She sighed softly, then sat down in her seat and went to work.

She opened the reports and read them quickly.

"Someone in Burnley enchanted a lawnmower to transform into a humanoid flying monster when activated? That would require a trip to the Muggle Misuse Office and possibly a write-off from memory. The guys at the headquarters cooperate... Arthur is busy..."

"Received a report that someone was selling inferior invisibility cloaks in Diagon Alley... Why don't you go to Knockturn Alley to sell them, where no one will report you... It's the work of the Office of Investigation and Collection of Counterfeit Defense Spells and Protective Equipment..."

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"Notice of the Wizengamore Conference? Applicant, Dumbledore??!" Looking at the notice in her hand, Amelia Burns narrowed her eyes, she had a hunch that something big would happen.

As the chief sorcerer of the Wizengamore, Dumbledore certainly had the power to convene the Council of Wizengamore. As for the reason for the convening, she believed that it would be written in the notice, so she continued to look down.

Sure enough, the notice below was the reason for the meeting.

Despite being mentally prepared, she was taken aback when she saw the reason for the meeting. This meeting is actually going to restart the trial of the Sirius case! In addition to this, it is not the end. At the end of the notice, there is a long paragraph, which tells the story of Sirius, Peter Pettigrew, and James in detail.

After reading this sentence, Amelia Burns felt like a stormy sea was set off in her heart. She never imagined that the murderous king of the year was actually innocent, but the hero who was commended was the real executioner! When she recalled some of the details of the year, she realized that there was also a storm going on within the Ministry of Magic.

She worked hard to suppress the tumbling emotions in her heart, handled the matter properly, and sent a letter to each member of Wizengamot, telling them that the meeting was about to be held, and attached the reason for the meeting.

After finishing this task, there was only one letter left on her desk This letter is a bit odd, with nothing on the envelope, just a small line: Amelia Burns received

Amelia Burns opened the letter and found nothing but a piece of parchment that read: Do you want to be Minister of Magic?

Ms. Burns' heart skipped a beat.

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I mentioned dragon pox in the last chapter, and I was a little curious about this disease - Malfoy's grandfather also died of this disease, so I searched for its information.

After checking it out, it really opened my eyes. The disease, which is also translated as "dragon plague syphilis", was the first case of dragon pox, a shaman who came into close contact with the Peruvian venomous dragon at work.

Syphilis... So big brother, what kind of close contact did you have with the dragon! ! ! Are you Yin Zhiping?

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