Chapter 621： Umbridge wants to take the blame

Remember [New] for a second,! Umbridge's footsteps were characteristic, heavy but shredded, so Fish didn't need to be careful to distinguish them, he could easily hear them.

After being warned by Fish, Harry and Ron immediately put on invisibility cloaks and hid in the corner of the room.

"Hagrid, hide our cups!"

Hermione explained, then turned into a little black cat, jumped to the top of the cabinet and hid.

Only Fish was still sitting on the chair, helping Hagrid put away the extra cups.

"Who is Umbridge?" Hagrid asked suspiciously as he put the cup back in the cupboard.

He has been busy with giant affairs all this time, and has no time to read the newspaper at all, and naturally he does not know Umbridge, who has become famous in the wizarding world.

"She's this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor..." Fish replied, "It's also the bad guy sent by the Ministry of Magic to make trouble."

"Fudge's people?" Hagrid frowned.

Just as he was about to ask Fiddo a little more about Umbridge, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Through the window by the door, a stocky figure can be seen dangling against the thin curtains.

Hagrid walked over and opened the door.

Professor Umbridge was standing in the doorway, wearing her green tweed cloak and a fanned hat of the same color. Before Hagrid's belly button was high, she pouted and leaned back so she could see Hagrid's face.

"So," she said slowly and loudly, as if speaking to a deaf man, "you are Hagrid, aren't you?"

Before Hagrid could answer, she walked into the room and saw Fish sitting at the table...

And the pastries she took from her on the table—that Fish had brought out on purpose when he knew Umbridge was coming.

Umbridge's expression froze for a moment, but she soon regained her smile and said, "You're here too, Mr. McGonagall."

"Good evening meow."

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Fish raised his hand to greet her, then took a snack and stuffed it into his mouth.

The corners of Umbridge's mouth twitched slightly, and the scene in front of her reminded her of her autistic encounter this morning.

"Sorry..." Hagrid spoke from the side, "If I'm not mistaken, weren't you with Fudge?"

Hagrid recognized Umbridge after seeing Umbridge herself.

After all, Umbridge was very recognizable in terms of her dressing style and her appearance. Hagrid just didn't know what her name was.

"Yes, my name is Dolores Umbridge, and I'm the Senior Undersecretary for the Minister..."

When she said this, she gritted her teeth bitterly. In fact, because of Fish's dark demon mark, her "senior deputy minister" already has a "temporary generation" in front of her.

And if Umbridge doesn't get any valuable information from Hogwarts in the end, her "interim" will be cancelled along with the "Senior Deputy", and only Azkaban will wait for her. .

That's why she was madly under Dumbledore's eyelids, using Veritaserum on Fish, and when she heard that Hagrid was back, she rushed over immediately.

Umbridge began pacing the room, noticing every detail, from the backpack by the wall to the black travel cloak draped there.

Seeing that she was about to go to the corner where Harry and Ron were hiding, Hagrid asked again, "Senior Deputy Minister of Magic? Then why did you come to me?"

"Because I'm still a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor..." Umbridge said, turning back.

And Harry and Ron took the opportunity to sneak around and hide in the corner she had already checked.

"You're brave," Hagrid continued to draw Umbridge's attention, but also said sincerely: "Not many people are willing to teach this now..."

"...and Senior Hogwarts Inquisitor." Umbridge didn't seem to hear him.

"What's that?" asked Hagrid, frowning.

"This is a new measure introduced by Minister Fudge to control the decline in education at Hogwarts. The Minister is determined to eliminate unqualified teachers." Umbridge explained with a smile: "As a senior investigator, I have an unfortunate but The necessary task is to investigate the teaching of other teachers to ensure that they are all up to the standard."

"You want to investigate us?" Hagrid's face immediately showed an unpleasant look, and he said in a stern voice: "The professors at Hogwarts are all good! The Ministry of Magic should trust Dumbledore."

There was a hint of disdain in Umbridge's smile, and she didn't argue with Hagrid. Because before coming here, she already knew that Hagrid was Dumbledore's die-hard.

And even if Hagrid chooses to stay close to the Ministry of Magic, his giant blood will inevitably arouse Umbridge's hostility, and she will definitely try to make trouble for Hagrid at that time.

"Is it just you and Mr. McGonagall here?" Umbridge continued to walk around the room and asked.

"Yeah, what?"

"Two pairs of footprints in the snow leading from the castle gate to your cottage," Umbridge said tactfully, turning his head to stare at Hagrid.

"Oh, I just got back," said Hagrid, waving a large hand toward the backpack. "Maybe someone has been here, but I haven't seen it."

"There are no leaving footprints at the door of your cottage."

"This... I don't know..." Hagrid tugged at his beard nervously, and glanced at the corner where Harry and the other were standing as if asking for help. "Uh..."

His action fell into Umbridge's eyes, and Umbridge immediately jumped to the corner he was looking at and searched carefully.

It's just that Harry and Ron had quietly changed positions at this time, but they were not too far apart.

At this moment, a small black cat jumped off the top of the cabinet and fell to the ground to become a little witch.

"The other pair of footprints are mine, Professor," said Hermione, and sat back beside Fish.

"Miss Granger." Umbridge squinted at Hermione and Fish. Of course she knew Hermione's identity and could take this opportunity to punish Hermione, but it didn't make much sense.

If it was before the attack, Umbridge was still interested in torturing Hermione to satisfy her morbid hobby, but now the more important thing is to obtain valuable information, she naturally has no such thoughts.

And don't know why, although Hermione's explanation is very sufficient, she always feels that things are not so simple.

So Umbridge continued to inspect Hagrid's house carefully. She bent over to look under the bed; she opened Hagrid's cupboard; she walked within two inches of Harry and them...

After scrutinizing the cauldron that Hagrid used to cook, Umbridge, who had found nothing, had to give up.

"Where have you been?" Umbridge asked, staring coldly at Hagrid.

"Where am I going...?"

"Yes, it's been more than two months since the school started. Your class is represented by other teachers. Your colleagues don't know your whereabouts. You didn't leave an address. Where have you been?"

There was a moment of silence, and Hagrid stared at her dumbfounded, his brain working frantically.

"Hagrid got this for Fish, meow!"

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Cat Mao lifted the dragon meat on the table and explained to Hagrid.

"Ah! Yes!" Hagrid continued following the words of Mao Mao, "Fixu was curious about the taste of dragon meat, so I went and got a piece for him!"

"Two months to get a piece of meat?" Umbridge looked at him mockingly.

"Actually, I'm mainly going to recuperate," Hagrid's mind suddenly became clear after the beginning. "The dragon meat is just a gift for Fish."

"Recuperation." Umbridge nodded noncommittally. After a pause, she suddenly asked, "Alpine scenery?"

"Alpine?" Hagrid's expression changed slightly.

However, his thick beard provided excellent cover so it didn't make Umbridge see it.

"No, it's the south of France. I have a good relationship with Ms. Maxime from Beauxbatons." Hagrid replied.

Umbridge looked at him coldly, Hagrid looked at her innocently.

"Okay." Failing to make any progress again, Umbridge reluctantly glanced around the room again, and finally turned her eyes back to Hagrid, "I will naturally report to the Minister that you are back so late. of."

Umbridge tugged the purse into his arms, turned sharply and walked towards the door.

"Yes." Hagrid nodded.

"I dare say we shall meet again soon. Good night, Hagrid, and Mr. McGonagall and Miss Granger."

Umbridge held the doorknob, looked back at the three with a gloomy look, and said softly.

Then, she pushed open the door and went out, and with a "pop", she forced the door to close.

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