Hogwarts's Master of Mind

Hermione searched the witch's ID and learned that her name was Mafalda. She took out the other party's ID gold coin and hid it.

No, a second victim appears.

"Good morning, Mafalda." A wizard with a grim face and looking as if his shoulders were crushed by the burden of life appeared here.

"Good morning... By the way, I have some refreshing candy here, would you like to try it?" Hermione took out a vomit candy produced by Weasley's Workshop.

"It just so happens that I really need it, my wife..." Reggie took the candy and stuffed it into his mouth. Halfway through his words, his cheeks bulged out.

Quickly rushed into the alley next to him, "yue~"

"Oh, you might be sick. You'd better go to St. Mungo's. Your vomit looks a little abnormal." Hermione patted his shoulder.

Reggie left reluctantly, and Hermione took the opportunity to pluck a strand of his hair. Ron threw the hair into the Polyjuice Potion and changed into his appearance.

Unfortunately, the transformation process was seen by the third wizard who appeared. He took out his wand and prepared to take down a few people, but Harry, who was wearing an invisibility cloak behind him, plucked his hair, and then fell to the ground with the physical version of the gangster and knocked him unconscious.

"Cool~" Ron, who had turned into Reggie, accidentally made his original voice. He coughed and quickly adjusted himself, "Ahem, I meant cool."

Harry didn't have time to chat, so he pulled off the wizard's hair, drank the Polyjuice Potion in one gulp, and disguised himself as the other.

The three well-prepared people came to the new entrance of the Ministry of Magic - a public toilet in the Capitol.

Hermione put in the gold coin as proof and sneaked in with the two of them. The sound of a flushing toilet was heard, and the three of them entered the Ministry of Magic in a turmoil.

After Harry walked out of the fireplace, he keenly felt that the people around him were looking at him with fear. However, before he could express his curiosity, several secret police officers who were escorting Muggle wizards came over and greeted him.

"Ha, Albert, Kresswei did a great job." He waved his hand and continued to escort his prisoners.

"Oh my God, I know who you are. You are the mad dog who has become famous recently, Albert Luncorn." Hermione, who was disguised as Mafalda, exclaimed.

"Speak softly, don't expose yourself." Ron reminded.

The three of them walked to the fountain. The sculpture of a wizard standing with a magical creature when they came here two years ago had been replaced. Now there was a wizard sitting on a throne.

The throne is made up of thousands of naked people, apparently representing wizards ruling over Muggles, and there is a line of words written on the wizard's chest: 'Magic is power.'

The three of them walked towards the elevator, and as soon as Harry entered the elevator, everyone inside ran out. It seemed that they would rather change trains than get close to this person.

Just as the elevator was about to start, a big hand reached out and pulled the elevator door that was about to close.

"Well, Runcorn, good afternoon." The new Director of the Law Enforcement Department, Death Eater Yaxley, spoke.

"Hello, Mr. Director." Harry greeted him, but in fact he was silently greeting his whole family in his heart.

"Catmore Reggie, it's still raining in my office for two days!" Yaxley turned to another person, and his tone was no longer as friendly as before.

"Um, have you tried an umbrella?" Ron, disguised as Reggie, shook his beard twice.

Yaxley didn't notice anything unusual, but narrowed his eyes at him and smiled, "You can see that I'm going downstairs, right, Cattermole."

"Go downstairs?" Ron was confused as to what the Death Eater was talking about, and his hand went to his wand.

"Go and interrogate your wife. Now, if I were the director of the Law Enforcement Department who was about to interrogate my wife and asked me to do a little favor, I would be very motivated to do it, right?"

Yaxley's tone was threatening, and he leaned forward slightly, looking down at Ron.

"You only have one hour." He let go of her hand and the elevator door closed. It seemed that he didn't want to be in the same elevator with Mad Dog either.

The elevator stopped on the second floor, and Harry looked at Ron and urged, "Go ahead Ron."

"What should I do, I..." Ron looked panicked.

"Try the Termination Charm, or Aiden's Silence Order," Hermione reminded.

Ron walked out in a panic, but his behavior was consistent with his image as a poor man whose wife was awaiting trial, and no one suspected his dazed and absent-mindedness along the way.

The elevator started running again, and Harry and Hermione discussed, "If we can't find it within an hour, we'll go meet up with Ron and try again in a few days."

"Okay." Hermione nodded.

With a click, the elevator stopped and the person they were looking for appeared in front of them. Umbridge flicked her hair as usual.

When she saw Mafalda's dry and split hair, she felt satisfied. She had specially chosen this plain-looking gray witch who didn't know how to put on makeup as her assistant in order to highlight her own nobility.

"Oh, Malfada, Travers sent you. That's great. We have ten people accused of being Muggles to try today. We need to speed up."

Umbridge walked into the elevator, saw Harry standing blankly beside her, and said, "Albert, why don't you get out?"

Harry had no choice but to walk out and watch Hermione being taken to the lower floor by the elevator. He had no time to worry about Hermione because his troubles were already at hand.

"Albert, what brings you here?" The person in front of him was the new Minister of Magic, Pierce.

"Looking for..." Harry hesitated for less than 0.1 second, and immediately continued, "Looking for Arthur Weasley. Some people say he is on this floor."

"Ah~↗↘" Pierce trembled with satisfaction, "Someone saw him talking to the bad guys, right?"

"No, it's just an investigation. We can't make things up, right? After all, they are Weasleys..." Harry immediately excused Arthur.

"Indeed." Pierce Thickness curled his lips, a little disappointed. "Then go quickly. I wish you good luck in your work."

After Harry got rid of him, he finally had the chance to put on the Invisibility Cloak and explore around.

I groped my way to the door of the minister's office, which had been converted into a hall. About thirty witches were hired to print magazines here.

Since Bella took control of the Wizarding Daily, the printing location of the journal has been changed to the Ministry of Magic to prevent the Order of the Phoenix from attacking the media and printing resistance propaganda to the public.

Senior Sister Tom is also very good at this. For example, the booklet these witches are currently printing is called "The Threat of Mudbloods to the Peaceful Pure-Blood Society."

The witches seemed to be somewhat disdainful of these books, and they were talking in low voices.

"Mudblood, she talks as if she doesn't have Muggle blood herself." One of the young witches snorted.

Another older witch waved her hand and sealed her mouth. "Don't risk your life! What if someone hears you?"

"What? She not only has a magic eye, but now she has a pair of magic ears as well?" The witch glanced at the shiny mahogany door.

Harry followed her gaze, and a feeling of coldness, anger, and murderous intent surged from his heart.

In the center of the door, where the eyepiece is installed, is a large round eye. The bright blue iris in the eyeball is familiar and shocking to anyone who knows Alastor Moody...