Chinese students at Hogwarts.

"Click, click, click." The heels of the high heels clicked on the smooth wooden floor. A woman in a skirt walked out of the elevator holding a pile of documents.

The footsteps disappeared on the thick carpet. She came to a luxurious wooden door and glanced enviously at the bronze plaque above: "Office of the Minister of Magic."

He twitched the corners of his mouth, showed a sweet smile, and knocked gently on the door.

After waiting for a moment, the wooden door opened by itself, and the small copper speaker at the door shouted:

"Deputy Minister of Magic, Dolores Jane Umbridge."

This sentence was like her favorite sherry, which almost made Umbridge intoxicated. She closed her eyes with an expression of enjoyment.

In just a short moment, she forced herself to wake up. Promotion to Senior Deputy Minister was a hurdle. She and the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement were almost the only two candidates to succeed the Ministry of Magic.

But it doesn't matter, now there is a great opportunity

She walked across the soft carpet embroidered with gold thread, and in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge was sitting behind the solid wood desk that was the size of a dining table.

This expensive desk had just been replaced. It was not like this before. Umbridge still remembered Fudge when he first took office. Everyone's general evaluation of him was that he was a kind, generous minister.

He is even very humble, always polite and easy-going to every employee of the Ministry of Magic, and even his office is very simple. The most important thing he does every day is to write letters to Dumbledore.

This situation only lasted for a year, and the simple office gradually turned into such a luxurious look.

Umbridge was not surprised at all, for the table was the one she herself had suggested buying.

"Dolores, are you here?" Fudge's voice came from behind the newspapers in his hands.

The open newspaper blocked his face and could not see his expression clearly, but Umbridge knew that Fudge was in an excited state, because only when his mood fluctuated extremely, he would take out his treasured red currants. liquor.

As for the reason, Umbridge's eyes moved to the front page headline of the newspaper: "Attack again - Is Hogwarts safe?"

"Minister." Umbridge shouted in a sweet and sweet voice like a little girl: "There have been successive attacks at Hogwarts. Many parents have written to me and are worried about the safety of the school."

"Wow!" The newspaper was put down, revealing Fudge's round face. He looked at Umbridge with an interested expression:

"Really? I mean, parents now have a lot of opinions about Deng and the school?"

The smile on Umbridge's face became more and more obvious. She took two steps forward, took out the clipboard, and pretended to read the content on it seriously, but she was paying attention to Fudge from the corner of her eye:

"Of course, of course, Mr. Minister, please take a look at this letter. It is quite long, so I will excerpt one section for the Minister to read.

'Dumbledore is confused! He is no longer good. He is like an old juggler. The school needs to change its principal as soon as possible! He should have abdicated long ago! .'"

"Bang!" Fudge slapped his hand on the table, interrupting Umbridge, and said with an unhappy expression:

"That's too much! That's Dumbledore! The greatest white wizard of our time, he has made many contributions to the stability and peace of the wizarding world. This is slander, a naked slander!"

But Umbridge clearly saw the happy look in his eyes. She hurriedly agreed, and then expressed her embarrassment: "There is no rule that prohibits parents from complaining to the principal."

Fudge nodded slowly:

"Same." He paused and suddenly said, "Is there more?"

Umbridge turned over the paper between the clipboard and read again in her sweet voice.

Soon, Fudge became intoxicated. He closed his eyes and listened, shaking his head slightly. Finally he opened his eyes, sighed and mumbled something.

The smile on Umbridge's face remained unchanged, pretending not to hear anything, but her voice became much softer:

"Mr. Minister, there are several very wealthy pureblood families who would like an opportunity to have dinner with the Minister.

Discuss the concerns that a school director should have regarding the recent series of attacks in schools. "

Fudge narrowed his eyes and said nothing. He just waved his hand to signal Umbridge to leave. When she reached the door, Fudge's hoarse voice suddenly came:

"I remember Arthur Weasley in the Ministry. His daughter was also attacked? As the Minister of Magic, I should care about my subordinates and send a letter to Hogwarts in the name of the Ministry of Magic to ask why the attack occurred, and .Ministry of Magic’s concern!”

accepted!

A smile broke out on Umbridge's face, she grinned like a pink toad, turned around and nodded at Fudge:

"Your will, Secretary Connelly."

Zhang Xiao took Harry and Hermione together, carrying some of Ginny's favorite candies and snacks, and walked on the stairs to the school infirmary.

Ron came over as early as the afternoon. In fact, they had wanted to visit for a long time, but Madam Pomfrey did not allow it. She said that there was no need to visit the petrified people. Instead, she was worried that the little wizards were not careful and might touch any part of them. It would be more troublesome if it fell off.

In the end, it was Zhang Xiao who communicated with Madam Pomfrey for a long time. The queen of the school infirmary and an outstanding graduate of Slytherin reluctantly agreed to their visit, but there was only one chance.

No one spoke, just walked quietly.

The wooden stairs that had gone through a long period of time made a creaking sound, which made people feel a little upset in this quiet atmosphere.

Harry and Hermione's expressions were a little heavy. They were fine when they were busy, but at this time, their worries about Ginny took over, especially after they heard that Mrs. Weasley had cried several times in the school infirmary.

This made Harry and Hermione, who were very close to the Weasleys, also feel uncomfortable.

Zhang Xiao felt that he was quite calm. After all, thinking about it from another perspective, the petrified person was the safest existence.

The basilisk can't just pull up the petrified person and stare it to death, right?

In other words, petrification is equivalent to a disconnection protection. If it is disconnected, it is invincible.

If his time was not precious, Zhang Xiao wished he could be petrified, and when he woke up, the basilisk was gone.

The greatest danger has been eliminated.

Pushing open the door of the infirmary, sunlight shines in through the window, illuminating the tiny floating objects in the air. Combined with the simple style of the infirmary, it actually has a sense of age from an old silent movie.

Mrs. Weasley sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Ginny's stone statue, sobbing softly from time to time. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her chubby face was a little haggard.

Ron stood up from the side and walked over tiredly, saying in a low voice:

"Are you here? Mommy cried all day again today."

The three of them went up and hugged Ron, and asked in a low voice:

"Didn't Principal Dumbledore say there is no life-threatening danger?"

Ron nodded and said sadly:

"But my mother didn't know where I looked up the information. It said that it will be very painful when you are petrified, and you will feel your body slowly freezing."