Hogwarts Shippuden

Defence Against the Dark Arts professor? Then the **** is the position that normal people dare to do?

Umbridge suddenly regretted it.

She licked Cornelius Fudge so desperately so that she could climb to a position of high power.

But although the power is good, it can't afford to take his own life into it.

The fact that You-Know-Who cursed the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts is basically known to the entire British wizarding community.

In the beginning, there were still many hard-headed wizards who didn't believe this.

However, none of the wizards who have held this position for more than ten years have had a good end, which has proved the existence of this curse.

There is no one who dares to challenge this position, and Umbridge is no exception.

She suddenly felt that the position in the Centaur office was actually quite good.

The centaur's office is just a little deserted, but it's quiet.

Because of the Centaurs' hostile attitude towards the Ministry of Magic, the centaurs' office staff had no work to do during their working hours every day.

The content of their work every day, in addition to fishing, is fishing.

The only downside might be the possibility of being fired at any time.

But firing is better than taking a small life, right?

Looking at Fudge, Pink Toad squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Mr. Minister, this..."

Fudge waved his hand decisively, "Don't have any concerns, no matter what happens, the powerful British Ministry of Magic will be your solid backing."

"First Clan"

The smile on the pink toad's face was even more ugly.

That's not what she meant to say.

"If you have nothing to do, you can leave."

Without giving Umbridge a chance to speak, Fudge bluntly ordered the expulsion.

Umbridge was still standing still, how could she just leave?

Life is at stake!

She wants to continue fighting for another chance to survive, "Mr. Minister, as for dealing with Dumbledore, besides going to Hogwarts, I have other options."

Fudge sat back in his chair and motioned her to continue.

"In addition to the power that the title of Hogwarts Headmaster conferred upon him, Dumbledore had a rather powerful weapon, and that was his prestige."

Fudge nodded approvingly.

Dumbledore's prestige in the British wizarding world has reached an unheard-of level.

If Dumbledore stood in the halls of the Ministry of Magic and shouted that Fudge was not fit to be the British Minister of Magic and that he was going to take his place, then...

The Ministry of Magic was peacefully changed overnight.

And apart from Fudge and some of his cronies, no one else would object.

What Dumbledore is doing now is actually no different from shouting in the halls of the Ministry of Magic.

Although Dumbledore himself did not hold a press conference to announce the return of Voldemort.

But he just let the students go home and help spread the word to those wizards who didn't know it, which has already caused a large number of wizards to start preparing to relocate to Konoha Village.

As far as Fudge knows, the wizards living in the village of Autry St. Catchpole in Devon are basically all planning to relocate to the village of Konoha.

The Weasleys, the Diggorys, the Lovegoods, the Fawcetts…

There are also many wizards in Godric's Hollow who have expressed their willingness to relocate.

Such is the prestige of Dumbledore in the British wizarding world.

Fudge motioned for Umbridge to continue.

"Can we start a public opinion war against Dumbledore in the major newspapers?"

"Public opinion war?" Although Fudge didn't know the specific definition of this term, he could roughly guess what measures Umbridge wanted to take.

Nothing more than stigmatizing Dumbledore.

For example, scolding Dumbledore as an old lunatic.

Because of his old age, he has some mental problems, such as conjectures.

The retaliatory attack launched by some Death Eaters on Hogwarts was imagined as Voldemort's comeback, and he took extreme actions to cause panic in the wizarding world...

Umbridge was quick to tell Fudge about her plans.

Cornelius Fudge was extremely satisfied with Umbridge's set of punches.

"I will find someone else to do this. You just need to go to Hogwarts with peace of mind and take office. I will not forget your credit."

Fudge stood up and patted Umbridge on the shoulder.

Then he turned and left the minister's office, leaving Umbridge stunned.

Eh, no!

This is completely different from the script she envisioned.

Shouldn't Minister Fudge entrust her with the burden of waging a public opinion war against Dumbledore?

When the public opinion war has achieved results, she will use the excuse that the public opinion positions occupied by the Ministry of Magic cannot be separated from her existence.

And at that time, she can logically pass the important task of teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts to other unlucky ghosts.

…

At the same time, in the middle of a small square, on the messy and barren grass.

With a light sound, a figure suddenly emerged from the air.

The doors of the surrounding houses are gloomy and look like they are not far away. The windows of some houses have been broken, and they are shining with dim light under the reflection of the street lamps.

Kyle came out of the darkness and crossed the road to the sidewalk.

He took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, and on it was Dumbledore's handwriting, which read:

The Order of the Phoenix headquarters is located at 12 Grimmauld Place, London.

The last time he came to Black's old house, it had not been protected by the Faithful Charm.

But with the rebuilding of the Order of the Phoenix, Sirius voluntarily donated his family's mansion, and after serving as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, it was hidden.

Dumbledore himself acted as the keeper of Black's old house, which was absolutely safe and secure.

After burning the parchment in his hand, a tattered door appeared out of thin air between No. 11 and No. 13 of Grimmauld Place in the next second.

Then came the dirty walls and the gloomy windows.

A house suddenly pushed aside the buildings on both sides and appeared in front of Kyle.

Kyle pushed the door open and walked in.

After walking through the dark hallway, Kyle met someone he didn't expect.

Kyle was a little surprised when he saw the scrawny old wizard with white hair that had fallen out in front of him.

"Michael? Why are you here?"

Michael Byrne bowed slightly towards Kyle, "Lord Dumbledore recruited me into the Order of the Phoenix."

Kyle's mouth twitched slightly, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition.

The Michael Byrne in front of him is the former Auror Office Director of the former Albanian Ministry of Magic, and he is also the leader of the 200 wizards he summoned from Yuyin Village.

Michael Byrne's children all died at the hands of the Dark Wizard.

When Kyle led the team to clear the dark wizards and dark creatures in Albania, this Michael immediately took the initiative to join him.

Although he was ninety years old, Michael was working without the slightest hint of old age.

Because of his outstanding ability, Kyle promoted him to be the leader of the 200-man team.

But now, he actually told himself that he joined Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix?

Oh shit, it's over.

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