Harriet Potter

Chapter 46

The creativity of the Ministry of Magic in the way of entering the Ministry is amazing. I rolled from the toilet of the public toilet into the hall and managed to get up.It is not difficult to guess why Mafalda chose a civilian job. Her body is not only weak, but also slow to respond.Now I am in the vast Ministry of Magic hall, which is darker than when I was tried in fifth year for using magic by minors outside the school. The golden fountain in the center of the hall has become a huge black stone statue, the main body is a witch. Sitting with a wizard on an ornate throne, with a foot-high inscription on the base: MAGIC IS Might.

"Are you okay?" Hermione stretched out a hand towards me, I gave her a look, she reacted, stood up straight and straightened her face. "You deserve better than this."

"Oh, don't be so harsh on dear pony Falda, Leah." A little girl's sweet voice came from behind me, and I identified the caller from Hermione's creepy expression, "Clumsy Girls are cuter sometimes. Are you all right, Mafalda?"

"Yes." I lowered my head and whispered, making sure that the locket gleaming in the folds of Umbridge's jacket was genuine, and gave Hermione a look as I stepped back, and Hermione blinked. understand.

"You're a little out of the ordinary today, aren't you?" Umbridge, oblivious to our brief exchange, continued her pleasantries with a broad smile on her face. "I guess it took you a while to finish yours, Oh, new look."

"If another style can keep bad luck away, it doesn't hurt to change." Hermione has calmed down admirably, "I broke the bottle of hairspray this morning, and the heel of my shoe broke for no reason when I was going out. How unlucky."

"Unfortunately," said Umbridge sympathetically, "bad days do come from time to time. If you need lucky charms, I know friends who make some of the best in England. And the Ministry of Magic Those low-grade goods that are often confiscated are not the same thing."

"Is this a lucky charm too, Dolores?" Hermione pointed to the locket on her breast. "It looks, um, pretty."

"Oh, sorry dear, I can't give it to you." Umbridge said, patting the locket on her ample breasts. "It's an old heirloom. Short for Irwyn, I am related to the Selwyn family. In fact, there are very few pure-blood families not related to me—”

She was interrupted by a choked-up laugh, which quickly turned into a cough as we looked over, and I froze for a moment before remembering that the ferret-like wizard was now Ron.

"Sorry, I didn't intend to interrupt," Ron coughed again, "I've had a cold these two days."

"You have to be careful, Reggie," said Umbridge coquettishly. "The two—or three?—of your family can only count on you now, after all they have the misfortune of having a mother of a greengrocer."

Anger rushed into Ron's face, but Umbridge was smugly looking at Hermione without noticing it, an act that Lias Scoresby would normally appreciate very much.

Hermione forced a laugh and pretended to look at her watch, "I think we should hurry to work, what do you think, Dolores?"

"I think so, although we enjoy the treatment we've won, it's better to be considerate of those who have to report on time." Umbridge turned to Ron again, and said hypocritically, "Aren't you leaving, Reggie? You must really don’t want to have your wages deducted now, right?”

Hermione led the way to the elevator, Umbridge followed and I slipped a few steps behind Ron, who was cursing under his breath.

"I swear I'm going to shove this bitch upside down in the toilet!" he announced viciously.

"If we have more time after we get the Horcruxes," I whispered, and Ron subconsciously looked around when I said "Horcruxes", as if afraid that the stone base would overhear.When I got closer, I realized that what I thought was a beautifully carved throne was actually a pile of human bodies carved in stone, hundreds of thousands of human bodies: men, women, and children. Together, supporting the handsome, robed wizard.

Ron obviously felt the same way as I did about the thing: "Jesus, that's disgusting."

We joined the thinning stream of wizards and witches and walked towards the golden door at the end of the hall, glancing around as inconspicuously as possible so as not to lose track of Umbridge and Hermione.Behind the golden gate is a smaller hall. Not many people are waiting in front of the golden fence gates of [-] elevators. The four of us lined up to the nearest unmanned gate.

Umbridge was still talking to Hermione, who was smiling more and more reluctantly, about dealing with Muggle-borns, and I stared at the locket gleaming between the folds of her breasts, wondering how to go unnoticed. take it away.Ron gasped suddenly, and my hand subconsciously touched the wand, only to see Mr. Weasley looking at us kindly, the smile on his face faded a little due to our exaggerated reaction.

"Good morning, Mafalda." He nodded at me, then looked at Ron with concern. "How are you, Reggie?"

"Oh, um, not bad." Ron avoided his father's gaze, but Mr. Weasley clearly understood this as trauma from a previous misfortune.

"Mazzie, Ellie and Alfred, are they all right?"

"Uh, not bad, I think..." Ron dropped his head lower.

"It must have been hard," said Mr. Weasley. "I can never imagine my children losing their mother—of course, I'm sure Mary will be back soon." Seeing Ron shudder All at once, he hurriedly added.

"How are your children doing, Arthur?" I interrupted.

"They're all fine, the youngest got into a little trouble at school—"

"What's the matter with Ginny?" Ron called, and a few people looked over, and I heard Hermione raising the volume to divert Umbridge's attention.Startled, Mr. Weasley pushed his glasses askew.

"She's fine, it's said that she entered the principal's office without permission... she was fined to work in the Forbidden Forest." He looked a little confused, "Molly and I waited for the news all night yesterday, and I took a nap in the morning, Almost missed work…”

Ron still looked like he was on the verge of a heart attack, but the golden bars opened and we filed into the elevator.It seems that no one wants to use the elevator now, no one enters or exits on the way up, and the atmosphere in the elevator room is very awkward.Mr. Weasley ignored Umbridge and Hermione and concentrated on greeting Ron, who was looking more and more guilty; They looked at each other, and if Mr. Weasley hadn't been there, this would have been a perfect time to bring Umbridge down and take the Horcrux.

"I think, Mafalda," Umbridge suddenly turned to look at me, "I know you're still sorting out the files of the scum you dealt with a few days ago, and I just have some materials here, you can take them For reference, sort them out by the way... a little paperwork..."

"Okay." I replied quickly, unable to believe that the opportunity was so presented.

"Fine." Umbridge gave a smile that he presumably considered amiable.

The elevator stopped and the gates opened.

"The second level, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, contains the Department of Misuse of Magic, Auror Command and the Wizengamot Governing Body," said a hollow female voice.

Mr. Weasley, Ron, and Hermione got off the elevator one after another. I was about to follow when I heard Umbridge clear his throat.She had no intention of going down at all, and I was surprised—her office is not on the second floor.All I could do was watch as the fence gate slammed shut and Ron's and Hermione's worried faces drifted away.

"The first floor, the office of the Minister of Magic and the logistics department."

I followed Umbridge out, past one shiny wooden door after another, each with a small plaque bearing the name and title of the occupant.There was no bustling, talking, or hurrying footsteps in the purple-carpeted corridor, as if under a spell to shut the ears.The silence from all around makes my hands sweat, the clock is ticking, the Polyjuice Potion is only good for an hour, and if I don't take my chances in the next few minutes, the operation looks unlikely It worked.

Turning a corner and walking for a while, the aisle leads to a spacious area.A dozen wizards and wizards sat at rows of small desks, similar to school desks, only much smoother and free from graffiti.I almost stopped to watch the wizards waving and twirling their wands in unison, and the sight of square confetti floating in the air like little pink kites had a hypnotic effect.After a few seconds, I realized that this was a rhythmic procedure, that the confetti came and went in a certain way.I was watching the booklet being made. The square papers were folded page by page, locked in place with magic, and neatly stacked next to each wizard.

"It's kind of fun to watch, isn't it?" said Umbridge contemptuously, "but if I don't watch a little, these guys will be lazy."

I turned around, and suddenly, a wave of anger sprang up in my chest like a poisonous snake.In the place of the door mirror on the door, embedded in the mahogany, was a large round eyeball, the bright blue iris of which was eerily familiar to anyone who knew Alastormoody.At that moment, I forgot where I was and what I was going to do. I strode to the door to look at the eye. It stopped turning and just stared blankly above.

"Dig it from a scum who worked in the Auror Division for a while. It's a den of traitors, I'd say. Sooner or later it'll have to be cleared." Umbridge grinned her wide mouth. He said, "That guy was riding a broom to escape the pursuit of the Ministry of Magic and fell into a puddle of meat. This thing is not broken. Using it to spy on those lazy bones is also a way for him to make some contributions to the Ministry."

She said as she pushed the door open and walked in, I did my best not to give myself a hard hit on the spot, I didn't even need a wand, I just wanted to punch that face in the face.

Stepping into the room feels like stepping back in time, and it's exactly like Umbridge's Hogwarts office: lace drapes, upholstery and dried flowers cover every adornable surface, and those flowers are still on the walls The plate, with the pattern of a big colorful cat wearing a bow, is playing and playing, which is disgusting.The table was covered with a tablecloth with ruffles and floral decorations, and a telescope-like device was attached to the back of Mad-Eye's eyeballs, allowing Umbridge to spy on the staff outside the door.

The door closed behind me, and I let my mind go for a few seconds, clearing my throat to make sure I sounded right, "Well, Dolores, can this eye see into the office too?"

"What, you think I will let them monitor my movements instead? No, no, no, Mafalda, here..." She flew towards me with a large stack of various materials, all at once Blocking my sight, I stretched out my hand subconsciously, and was weighed down, "Wait a minute, let me see, and this... this..."

After a while the weight on my hands was starting to weigh on Mafalda's arms, and Umbridge was still adding all sorts of stuff, some of which obviously had nothing to do with the trial.I slowly moved closer to Umbridge with the pile of things in my arms, and she finally added the last stack of photos, clapping her palms with her wand.

"Well, that's all." She waited a few seconds. "Aren't you going, Mafalda?"

"I……"

A paper airplane flapped into the office, and Umbridge caught it with one chubby little hand and unfolded it.I quietly put the pile of things on the desk while she was reading, and then I saw Umbridge's short eyebrows raised high.

"Interesting," she murmured, "Lea's message from the front desk? We just took the same elevator with her... She said she was knocked out..."

Umbridge looked up consciously, and met my wand.

"Swoon!" I said, delighted to see the red light hit her face.

The author has something to say: The duration of the stun spell in the original book seems to fluctuate a lot. During the final battle, several Death Eaters had more than one record of being knocked unconscious, and there were also Death Eaters in the book. After a while, I got rid of the description of jumping up with the full-body binding spell, so I privately assumed that the duration of these spells was determined by the strength of the magic power of both parties.Leah is very strong, so she woke up quickly and reported Harry and the others to the police.

Harry: [Scorn from an athlete]