Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Fudge, also known as Kingsley Shacklebolt, felt a headache when he saw the crazy witch in front of him.

Dumbledore would send someone to take over from him soon, but Umbridge stayed here and refused to leave no matter what.

He even suspected that his identity had been exposed, but looking at her stupid and vicious appearance, Fudge finally suppressed this guess in his heart.

"Dumbledore is extremely important now. There is no way we can unite with the school's board of directors to replace him as the headmaster of Hogwarts. Do you understand?"

Fudge reiterated his point further.

Umbridge was quite disappointed. "Minister, how can you tolerate a mere headmaster like him ruling over you? Everyone regards the British Ministry of Magic as his territory, but you are obviously the Minister."

With a sharp look, Umbridge immediately realized that she had crossed the line.

Kinglai was very grateful for Dumbledore's wise decision. If the real Fudge was here, he would definitely be shaken, regardless of whether he would be dissatisfied. This woman was really vicious.

Well, let's include her in the plan.

Fudge changed his mind and said directly, "Go and call Crouch over. I have something to say to him."

Umbridge, who had been full of indignation just now, suddenly became listless. It was not that she could not tell the difference between the big and small princes. She dared to say this about Dumbledore because he had a good temper (and also because Fudge had expressed his dissatisfaction in his past behavior). Crouch was truly ruthless and impartial, the kind of person who could send his own son to Azkaban with his own hands.

This made her very hesitant, "I, I," she looked back every few steps, feeling very embarrassed.

"What? You can't do this?"

"Minister," the pink toad abandoned the arrogant shout just now, "then what kind of reason should I give?"

"Are my orders not enough?"

Umbridge smiled bitterly inwardly. Her own minister had no self-awareness. Although he was a minister in name only, he always followed Dumbledore's lead and had no real power. How could he compare with Crouch, the director of the International Affairs Department?

She went off cursing.

Fudge stared at her receding back. This guy had become extremely bold ever since he came back from Hogwarts. He had even dared to yell at him just now. This position had reached its limit.

Kingsley Shacklebolt thought deeply about the role in the script and nodded with satisfaction. It was really me. I have been acting for so long and no one has discovered me. I must have a talent in this area.

On his desk was a list of transfers of Ministry of Magic staff, with the names of various departments and heads of departments clearly listed, even the Department of Mysteries, which had never been subject to any constraints.

"Who is the one?"

Fudge tapped the table lightly with his stubby fingers, and instantly a huge black hole appeared behind him. He crawled into it. On the narrow stone wall of the cave, there were many polyjuice potions placed, which were brewed by Snape himself.

And at the deepest level, lies our true Minister of Magic, Mr. Fudge.

When he saw Kingsley, he started cursing, greeting everyone in the three generations around him, while also swearing dirty words at Dumbledore.

"Silently—"

Kingsley transformed himself into his own form, his body stretched out, his clothes stuck tight around his upper body, his pants shortened to capris.

Fudge, who had been cursing just now, could only stare at him angrily.

"Quiet, sir. We are taking good care of your parents, wife and children."

Fudge's little eyes were filled with panic. Kingsley thought about what he had said and always felt like a big villain.

But, for the greater good.

He placed the list in front of Fudge and took out a bottle of colorless and odorless transparent reagent from his pocket.

"You are more familiar with the Ministry of Magic. Tell me about their personality traits, styles of doing things, and language habits."

He shook the transparent reagent in his hand and said, "Don't lie. I have a truth serum here that can detect it right away."

Fudge was extremely depressed. The thing he had been worrying about for more than ten years finally became a reality. Even if he humbled himself in front of Dumbledore, he could not change his precarious situation.

He wanted to open his mouth, but unfortunately, no sound came out.

Kingsley lifted the Silencing Spell.

"Minister Crouch," Umbridge simulated the scene that was about to happen in the corridor, loose skin dripping down and her smile like a blooming daisy.

She walked through the long, dim corridor and felt that it seemed particularly quiet today.

She pushed open one of the doors. It was very messy inside, as if she had just left. The cups on the table were steaming. "Where did they all go? What big move is going on today?"

Umbridge was confused as to why everything was so quiet all of a sudden when she had only been to the Minister for a while.

An ominous sixth sense gripped her.

No, before I go find Crouch, I have to find someone to ask right away.

Who to look for?

A name flashed through Umbridge's mind: Rita Skeeter.

She did this guy a big favor.

An illegal Anigmas, if she hadn't secretly used some connections, reported to the Ministry of Magic, and done some tricks to extend the registration time, she would have been thrown into Azkaban long ago.

Fortunately, the office is not far away.

Umbridge pushed open the door excitedly. It was still unusually quiet, but she soon breathed a sigh of relief.

This famous female reporter, who now works at the Ministry of Magic, is sleeping comfortably at her workstation, with her magical feather pen constantly recording rapidly on the parchment.

Umbridge dragged her heavy body closer to take a look, and what came into her sight was a huge title.

"Shock! Headmaster Dumbledore announced the disbandment of Hogwarts. What will happen to the fate of wizards?"

If such a copy were really sent out, the Ministry of Magic would be greeted by the sound of owls hooting the next day.

She gasped and felt cold from head to toe. The scene in front of her became increasingly weird. She swallowed and slowly backed away.

Rita Skeeter hadn't woken up yet. She lay on the table motionless, as if being controlled by someone, and only the feather pen was moving, leaving lines of blood-soaked words.

Yes, the ink used for these words is Rita Skeeter’s blood.

Umbridge screamed and ran out of the room.

Rita Skeeter's face grew paler and paler, but the quill continued to write tirelessly.

The huge body stepped on the wooden floor, making a creaking sound. She now urgently needed to find someone.

Arthur Weasley appeared, holding a stack of documents in his hands. Umbridge felt relieved, and the surrounding colors suddenly changed from cold to warm orange. The bright light swirled comfortably on the floor.

The noisy sounds all around returned in an instant.

"You, you have something to do today, so you asked for leave?"

Umbridge came up to Arthur and found a topic to talk about, and her tone was rude, "Where are you going?"

The two looked at each other, and Umbridge felt dizzy.

"Oh, I'm here to find Director Crouch on Dumbledore's orders. We need to hand over some things."

Umbridge came back to her senses and was overjoyed.

"What a coincidence! Let's go together."

The two walked in silence through the dim corridor together and came to Crouch's office at the end of the corridor.

The light shone on the place where Arthur had stood, and a shadow was clearly visible.

There was an old wooden board above the door, on which was engraved the words, "International Affairs Department—"

The two men pushed the door open and Umbridge rudely pushed Arthur to the back, looking back at the gloomy corridor with some fear.

"Director, Mr. Fudge wants to see you."

She smiled and forced herself to put the unpleasantness that had just happened behind her.

"By the way, there is also Mr. Weasley. He seems to have received an order from Dumbledore and needs to consult with you."

Umbridge tried to get ahead of Arthur.

The man sitting on the sofa raised his head and stared at Umbridge in confusion.

"Who?"

Umbridge misunderstood. "Minister Fudge wants to see you."

"No, I mean who wants to discuss things with me."

"Arthur Veles," Umbridge emphasized the name deliberately, thinking that he didn't know the person.

"He's right behind."

She turned her head and looked, but it was empty, without a trace of anyone.

"Mr. Crouch, did you see the person following me just now?"

"Is there anyone behind you?"

His face was full of innocence and confusion.

Umbridge's eyes rolled back, she screamed, and fell heavily to the ground, unconscious.

Crouch stared quietly at Umbridge lying on the ground, and did not help her up immediately. Instead, he looked at the dark environment outside the door. It seemed that there were countless terrible creatures hiding in the dark. As long as anyone passed by, they would be hit and torn to pieces.

"Where have they gone?"

A dark figure appeared and stuck close to Crouch. "Why do you care where they are going? They are all accomplishing a very great cause. They will definitely be remembered and passed down through the ages."

"Where's Arthur?"

"He didn't come at all, but cast a Confusion Charm on the woman."

Crouch opened the curtains of the room, and the bright sunlight rushed in and sprinkled on his face.

"I see."

Arthur Weasley came to Fudge's room with a smile on his face. He must have scared that girl just now, making her look down on him all day long and making things difficult for students all day long.

All he had to do was use a little trick to lure out the fear hidden in Umbridge's heart, and she would act according to her illusion.

Fudge's office was very large. Originally, there was a small cubicle in the front where the secretary stayed and was responsible for receiving visiting guests. However, after Kingsley came, he cut this department in order to reduce the Ministry's spending.

Fudge, who was sitting on the seat, seemed to have triggered an alarm. He came in hurriedly, his clothes were disheveled, and he was sweating profusely.

When he saw Weasley, he breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his normal self.

"Arthur, it's you!"

He leaned back in his chair comfortably and yawned loudly.

"You still have to pay attention to your image here."

Arthur reminded gently.

"I know, I know." He took a sip of the Polyjuice Potion, and the features on his face changed as quickly as plasticine.

"You came—"

Arthur placed the document in his hand heavily on his desk. The thick document trembled slightly.

"These things are up to you."

Kingsley was stunned.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Here, Harry took great pains to get back into the base, found a secret place to hide, and set up various protective spells around it. Then, with the help of the props given by Zhou Fu, he left his body and began to look for Angel along the route he remembered.

It didn't take much effort to find him, because Angel's body was very conspicuous and was placed in the lobby on the first floor.

Next to him sat the messenger with a calm expression.

The soldiers around were fully armed with live ammunition, pointing their guns at everyone who came here.

Harry returned to his body and ran to the nearest place to hide.

Do Muggle Repelling Charms work?

He cast one out.

It didn't work, instead a transparent film was detected.

The messenger sensed a wizard nearby, most likely Harry Potter.

He pointed the tip of his wand at Angel's neck, "I'll count to three, two, one. If you don't come out, that man will die."

"three--"

"two--"

Harry could make out an ominous green glow.

For real.

"and many more!"

Harry stood up.

"I'm out, you can let Angel go now."

Angel's eyelids moved, and his soul returned to his body. The heavy feeling made him feel uncomfortable.

This system guy failed at the critical moment. No matter how I yelled at it, it didn't respond. If it weren't for my good fortune, my soul would have dissipated.

I didn’t expect that I had just passed one level, but there would be more difficult levels to overcome.

He immediately felt the object pointed at his neck.

Seeing Harry walking towards him, he suddenly felt like the sky was falling.

"You must save me. I will recognize you as my big brother from now on."

Angel, with the appearance of an adult, said such shameless words.

The messenger choked, a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat, and he kicked Angel.

There are all kinds of people these days. He looked at Harry's immature face not far away, and then at the unshaven man in front of him, with his brows furrowed so tightly that he could pinch a fly to death.

Harry nodded helplessly.

"Tell me, what are your conditions?"

"I want you to come with me."

The messenger pointed at Harry and spoke word by word.

He asked the soldiers beside him to put down their guns and asked Harry to throw out his wand.

Harry threw his wand cleanly and decisively. The soldiers around him looked at the short wooden stick with obvious greed in their eyes.

The messenger was very satisfied with Harry's obedience.

He kicked Angel out and at the same time knocked him unconscious, causing him to fall asleep.

"What do you mean? During the insurance period, how do you think you can get rid of him?"

The messenger said sympathetically, "If we get caught again—"

The words are finite but the meaning is infinite.

Harry understood instantly, but he was alone here at the moment, old dragon, old dragon he had to go find Dumbledore first.

What about Jaylan——

Hermann, she didn't know where she went -

"Send someone to throw him out of this place."

"Aren't you afraid that I won't keep my promise?"

"This is your territory, and you took my wand—"

The messenger smiled.

That's right, this is like catching a turtle in a jar. A sense of pride that one can rule the world fills my heart, and I feel so refreshed.

He is no worse than Dumbledore.