The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

0272 Deception

roar~

There were shouts everywhere, and when Umbridge's annoying fat face was slapped on the ground, the auditorium became a sea of ​​joy.

Jerry seemed to have just "realized" that there were so many spectators behind him. He turned around and thrust his hand in, but the vicious sledgehammer disappeared strangely.

Then the little mouse pretended to adjust the non-existent dress, bent down and saluted everyone as a gentleman, with a shy smile on his face.

"Phew~ Jerry, Peeves, you're doing great."

The twins hopped up to the table whistling and cheering for them.

"Jerry, Peeves, well done~"

"Jerry~"

"Peeves~"

"Good job~"

"Jay..."

Soon, the third, the fourth...

More and more little wizards called the names of the two little ones, and it didn't take long for the chaotic voices to merge into a unified melody, sweeping away the anger and depression that had just filled the auditorium.

Although it was a bit deafening, the huge sound was full of joy.

Dumbledore waved his hand and stopped McGonagall who wanted to maintain order. There are too many storms waiting for them after graduation, so why bother to deprive the children of their happiness.

Looking at the jubilant crowd below, the old man simply omitted the concluding speech and left the auditorium first.

Joy is the best speech and the most satisfactory ending.

The professors who were full of wine and food also left the venue one after another. They chatted with each other and passed by the fat woman who was slapped on the ground without even taking a look.

Only Madam Pomfrey stared at the back of Umbridge's bleeding head for a while, as if her hands were itchy, and finally restrained her occupational disease, and walked away vigorously.

Looking at Umbridge lying on the ground, the classic broadcasting sound from the previous life emerged in Aini's mind.

... Audience friends, audience friends, thank Ms. Umbridge for using her flutter to draw a successful conclusion to the 1993 Hogwarts Halloween Party...

"cough~"

Professor McGonagall coughed heavily, helping Aini get rid of the demonic voice in his head.

The two stared at each other, and Aini finally accepted the work of dealing with the aftermath.

The clatter of leather shoes faded away, and Professor McGonagall left behind only a handsome figure.

You want me to wipe your ass after you've done your own thing?Aini, you are already a mature wizard, and you have to learn to do some things by yourself.

The meaning of McGonagall is obvious, anyway, with Dumbledore's endorsement, Ani will have no other troubles except for a wave of hatred at Fudge.

She is well aware of the temper of her little disciple, and if it is said that the sledgehammer hit the head without Aini's instruction, even the stone pier standing at the door would not believe it!

However, if something happened to the staff of the Ministry of Magic in the school, even if it meant something, they had to submit a statement of the situation.

As if thinking of the trouble with the Ministry of Magic, the witch left a little faster.

Ernie looked at Umbridge with a frown, the bleeding had stopped, she could just let her go tomorrow, she probably woke up in the morning... right?

Forget it, find an abandoned classroom and throw her in first, so as not to affect her appetite tomorrow morning.

In order to thank Umbridge for the happiness he brought to Hogwarts, Ernie decided not to provide treatment, messing up the task assigned by Fudge, and had to ask someone to sell it to the master to save some points.

But in this case, you have to think of a "proper" reason.

Hypoxic shock caused by poor blood supply due to too much shame?

It seems that this situation does not exist with the physique of a wizard.

Said she touched porcelain?

Being too aggressive is not good either.

Falling objects?

This reason is more appropriate, and that's it. By the way, it can add some funds, but how to write the report still needs to be considered, and it is not appropriate for Hermione to write it as a ghostwriter.

Making up his mind, Ernie waved a candlestick from him and threw it at Umbridge.

"Pfft~"

The candlestick hit the back of Umbridge's head, and the wound that had stopped bleeding just now had a second spring, dyeing the silver candlestick bright red.

Aini took out his camera and took a few pictures. There are pictures and the truth. Yes, very convincing.

Now the report is short, how should I write it?

"Goodbye, Jerry, bye, Peeves."

Now the little wizard had had enough trouble, and they said goodbye to the two little guys before walking out of the auditorium.

Peeves happily waved around with Jerry on his back, how could he look like he was wreaking havoc everywhere in the past?

Looking at this scene, Ani's eyes lit up.

You want me to wipe your ass after you've done your own thing?Jerry, you are already a mature mouse, you have to learn to do some things by yourself...

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The next day, Fudge stepped into the office in a hurry. At this time, he didn't know that his "confidant" was at the Halloween dinner.

For the British, Halloween is an important festival. After entering October, you can almost see peripheral products placed in conspicuous places in stores, such as big pumpkins, candle stands, carving sets...

Interestingly, although Halloween has a lot of scenes in the UK, it is not a statutory holiday, and of course there is no holiday.

But that was among the Muggles. For the Ministry of Magic with few affairs, the more holidays the better, not to mention that Halloween has a special meaning in occultism.

So today the Ministry of Magic is on holiday, there are not many people up and down, and Fudge walks along the way in a deserted manner, without the constant greetings on weekdays.

He let the dog out to bite people yesterday, but there was no response at all. This made him not very happy, and he lowered his evaluation of Umbridge in his heart.

He didn't know to send a message back, causing him to wait until early in the morning before falling asleep.

He didn't have anything to complain about Scrimgeour, he wasn't one of them, so it was already good to be ordered to go there to support the situation.

At 9:[-], still did not hear from Umbridge, Fudge sat on the sofa, his eyelids gradually moved closer.

After less than six hours of sleep, he was a little sleepy.

"pat~"

Suddenly, an envelope appeared out of nowhere and landed on the coffee table in front of him.

Fudge picked up the envelope in a daze, looked at his name on it, and opened the seal smoothly.

!!!

The man suddenly realized something was wrong. This is his office in the Ministry of Magic. Who can break through the space barrier and send the letter in?

What's written in there, threat?intimidate?blackmail?Or simply a potent poison powder, curse or alchemy bomb?

Thinking of this, the man instantly became refreshed, threw the envelope out quickly, and then lay on the sofa with his hands wrapped around his head.

However, the expected explosion did not happen, and a few pieces of parchment and photos fluttered out from the torn seal, buckled and scattered on the ground in an arc, like a mocking smile on the carpet.

Fudge muttered and stood up from the sofa, his face flushed a little. He knew that his performance just now was a bit bad, so he should put a protective magic on himself immediately.

But he wasn't an Auror at all, and he had never participated in a battle before he became the Minister of Magic, let alone after he took over the position, it would be good to be able to react and lay down with his head in his arms.

After confirming that it was just ordinary parchment and photos, Fudge still squatted down cautiously, picked them up with his wand and turned them over...

"Snapped!"

His beloved magic wand in the past was viciously thrown on the ground by him, and Mr. Minister, who has the reputation of "a wimp", angrily grabbed the paper and tore it to pieces.

"Too much deception! Too much deception!"

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