[HP] Professional blasting for 20 years

"Deputy Minister! Could it be Umbridge's pink old witch!" Ron appeared out of nowhere, and he raised his voice: "We didn't invite her."

"Mr. Weasley, please pay attention to your words. If you dare to insult our deputy minister again, the consequences will be serious." Simo stared at Ron, and she raised the invitation in her hand: "I am invited .”

Mrs. Weasley quickly touched Ron with her hand, and then showed a very polite but alienated smile: "Miss Jon, please. We welcome any guest who sincerely wishes for this wedding."

Seymour followed Mrs. Weasley into the tent when she caught sight of Harry and Hermione.

Ron happened to walk over too, not knowing what to mutter.It must have been to speak ill of her.

Simo crept around behind them, then patted Ron on the shoulder sharply,

Ron shuddered.

When he saw that it was Ximo, he immediately felt guilty of being caught.His complexion became very bad.

And Simo stared at him: "Ron, you are talking nonsense, I will hold you tight to Azkaban."

As soon as she finished speaking, the three of them froze. This tone was too familiar.

Hermione's eyes widened instantly as if thinking of something, and she whispered, "Simore."

Simo burst out laughing, seeing that the people around her didn't pay attention, she nodded.

Hermione rushed over and hugged her excitedly: "Are you okay?"

……

A few of them came to a corner where there was no one.

Simo said helplessly: "To be honest, you can't believe it. I am Umbridge's secretary now, and those people call me Umbridge's dogleg."

Ron snorted, "I didn't expect you to do so well with that old hag."

Simo sighed, and she looked at the three of them seriously:

"Long story short, I have two things to tell you. The first is that the Minister of Magic was killed by You-Know-Who, and the second is that I may have discovered a Horcrux."

"What?" The three people who were still smiling looked at Ximo almost in unison.

Simo nodded, she looked at Ron, and said worriedly: "Ron, you asked your father to ask for leave as much as possible, the power of the mysterious man is infiltrating the Ministry of Magic little by little."

Then Seymour paused, and she lowered her voice: "Umbridge has a necklace. I suspect it's a Horcrux, because it's exactly the same as the fake Horcrux Harry showed me."

Harry nodded when he heard this, took a deep breath, and said word by word: "Simore, you should also pay attention to safety. If there is any danger, leave quickly."

"I know, I'm a pure-blood now, and I have Umbridge as my backer, so I'm fine at the moment." Simo said softly:

"Be careful anyway, I will pass on any news to you in the future. But I have to go now, and Umbridge asked me to go back early"

..............

Sure enough, Voldemort's power had infiltrated the Ministry of Magic, and the new Minister of Magic took office as soon as the former minister died.

And Umbridge also served as the director of the Muggle Origin Registration Committee. She became even more lawless, and even imprisoned many innocent wizards in Azkaban.

Simo hated this woman even more, but she had no choice but to inform these wizards who were about to be tried in private.

As for the Horcrux, Seymour had never been able to get it, and Umbridge hadn't taken it off since he put it on.

As time passed, Ximo clearly felt that the entire Ministry of Magic had begun to be controlled by Voldemort, and many high-ranking officials had also been controlled by Voldemort.

Simo didn't know when the dawn of the wizarding world would come, but she knew that as long as there were those people who worked hard for the dawn, the darkness would eventually pass.

In a blink of an eye, it was the day when school started.

Simo didn't expect to see Draco again on the day before school started. The two of them met twice in one holiday.

The number of double-sided mirror contact is also very few.

Simo's compound decoction just failed, Draco looked at Simo lazily, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Now I can finally see my girlfriend."

Simo curled her lips, patted her cheek, and sighed: "I almost forgot what I look like."

As she spoke, she leaned against the wall and looked at Draco: "Are you going back to school tomorrow?"

Draco nodded, and said in a low voice, "How are you doing?"

"It's still the same. Now I run errands for Umbridge every day." Seymour sighed irritably.

Draco looked at Simo, raised his eyebrows, and said jokingly:

"My little witch doesn't look like a Gryffindor at all. I was worried about you at first, but I didn't expect you to do well there."

Hmph, Ximo puffed up her face angrily, and said angrily, "Are you calling me a stupid lion in disguise?"

Draco fiddled with Simo's long light brown hair, and said with a smile: "I didn't say that about you."

Simo glared at Draco, but she suddenly thought of something, and licked her lips in frustration: "Draco, you go back to school tomorrow, I can't bear you."

Draco was taken aback for a moment, and he hugged Simo tightly in his arms. Draco's gray-blue eyes flashed a little light, and he suddenly said in a low voice: "Simo, I love you."

Ximo felt her heart beat faster, her cheeks suddenly turned red, and she said in a low voice, "Why do you want to confess your love to me all of a sudden?"

"Is there anything wrong with me confessing to my girlfriend?" Draco curled his lips, then leaned down and looked at Simo.

In his eyes as bright as stars, there is only Ximo at this moment,

Draco kissed her lips lightly, said hoarsely again: "Simore, I love you." Then he kissed her heavily.

He sucked her lips, tossed and turned to kiss, and greedily grabbed her breath.

........

The distance between the two opened, and Ximo was a little shy. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her eyes were foggy, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. Her innocence was mixed with indescribable charm.

Draco's breath became hot all at once,

He hugged Simo, kissed her forehead, hesitated for a moment, finally made up his mind, and said softly: "I have to go back, Simo. You must be careful."

Simo nodded heavily, watching Draco's figure disappear in front of her eyes in an instant.

She licked her lips and suddenly felt some soreness in her eyes.

When will this day end?

The author has something to say: the overall tone of the seventh grade is too depressing, but there are still a group of lovely people fighting for the light