Harry Potter I Am Death

Outside the office, some employees froze in place as if under a petrification spell. They looked at the closed door with horror on their faces.

But there was no sound of roaring or throwing things as expected.

"Did you show him that?" an older-looking clerk asked Percy next to him.

"Yes...he asked me to take it, I can't..." Percy looked terrified.

Early this morning, as soon as the people from the Ministry of Magic saw those newspapers, they immediately took away all the newspapers in the Ministry of Magic that published those news, just to hide it from Fudge.

But sooner or later Fudge would know about such a thing, as long as he didn't pass the news to Fudge, everything would be safe.

The older clerk sighed apprehensively, and cast another quick glance at Percy with a gleam of schadenfreude.

Suddenly there was a harsh and rapid sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the floor, and a pink object appeared in people's field of vision.

"Don't you all have something to do?" The person who came was of course Umbridge, no one would deliberately dress so brightly in the Ministry of Magic.

She looked anxious, but when she saw people stretching their necks and looking this way, she immediately resumed her high-spirited posture.

After being scolded, everyone immediately lowered their heads, not knowing what they were busy with.

Umbridge glanced around, then turned and entered the minister's office.

As soon as she came in, she saw Fudge with a pale face.

"Mr. Minister!", she screamed, and then hurried up.

Fudge didn't have the majesty of a minister in normal times at this time, he was trembling like a frightened quail.

"It's over...it's over...", Fudge kept muttering.

As a senior politician, and he is very fancy about his political experience, such reports are definitely more terrifying to Fudge than the sky falling.

As soon as Umbridge saw the newspaper today, he rushed to the Ministry of Magic non-stop.

The news published in the newspaper was really shocking. She was also aware of that batch of crucibles when she was dealing with them, and she was even considered a participant!
Now that this matter was directly published in the "Daily Prophet" without anyone noticing, she couldn't stop sweating.

Fudge could be screwed, and she could be screwed!
"Mr. Minister, Mr. Minister, we must severely punish the rumormongers!"

"Rumormonger?" Fudge murmured, and he sneered, "The angry wizards don't care if there are any rumormongers at all, they just want me to step down!"

"No, no, we still have a chance!", Umbridge grabbed Fudge's shoulders, she said she was not afraid, it was a lie, she knew too well what she would face if the things she had done before were confirmed up.

The more so, the less she will sit still.

"As long as they don't pay attention to this matter, you can slowly prove your innocence. Since you became the Minister, you have worked hard for the peace of the wizarding world. It is impossible for them not to listen to you."

Fudge's eyes lit up immediately, he is familiar with this kind of thing, isn't it just to divert attention?As long as the wizards' attention is diverted to other things, who will remember a few old newspapers after a long time?

"If you have any suggestions, let's talk about it." Fudge's voice was a little hoarse, but he gradually began to recover.

Umbridge smiled happily, and poured Fudge a cup of tea very graciously, "You know, that old guy Dumbledore is the one who wants to make you miserable now, who can guarantee that he didn't do this? Then As long as we make him look a little ugly, the great white wizard's jokes will definitely attract a lot of people's interest!"

Fudge nodded slowly. Although Dumbledore is powerful, he has a fatal weakness, that is, he is too righteous. If Dumbledore wants to kill people at the slightest disagreement like Voldemort, then he will count as a few more Even the guts did not dare to provoke.

It's definitely not easy if you just want to pour dirty water on Dumbledore himself, but what if it's against Hogwarts?

As the Minister of Magic, isn't it normal for him to care more about education?

Before that, he had such an idea, and he had put it into action. It was his inspiration that Umbridge was the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, in order to extend the hand of the Ministry of Magic into Hogwarts.

Now it seems that the weight of a professor of defense against the dark arts is still too light, and it will not have a big impact on Hogwarts.

"Listen well." Fudge cast his eyes on Umbridge, and Umbridge immediately put on a cute look, and Fudge subconsciously wanted to look away.

"From now on, I officially appoint you as the senior Hogwarts investigator sent by the Ministry of Magic. You have the right to evaluate the teaching quality of Hogwarts and reward and punish it!"

"Yes, Mr. Minister!" Umbridge's two thin eyebrows suddenly looked like caterpillars pulled together, commonly known as eyebrow dancing.

This is exactly what she wants, as long as she gains higher power, she will be able to severely punish those bad guys who don't listen to her!

One order after another was conveyed from the minister's office, and the Ministry of Magic acted swiftly, and the newspapers that had some relationship with them immediately got the news.

Overtime, new newspapers were published, and word of the Hogwarts High Inquisitor spread throughout the British wizarding community.

By the time the news came back to Hogwarts, Umbridge had changed his appearance, even more arrogant than before.

With a notebook on her body and a pen in her hand, she wandered around, opening the classroom door suddenly at any time, regardless of whether it would interrupt the teaching or not.

When she opened the door of the dungeon, it was Snape who was teaching inside.

When the door was suddenly opened, everyone in the classroom subconsciously turned their heads to look over.

boom!
"Sorry...Sorry..." Neville kept apologizing, half of his face was blackened, and Seamus on the side blackened the other half.

I don't know if Snape deliberately put these two Crucible Killers in the same group to make potions.

The two of them played very steadily, basically every Potions class would blow up once, and Snape deducted Gryffindor's points very skillfully.

"Professor Snape, may I come in?" Umbridge stood at the door, her girlish voice could be heard throughout the classroom.

"Okay." Snape's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water, and the damp and cold underground environment seemed warm in front of Snape's face at the moment.

Umbridge walked in with his hands outstretched, looked here and there, and then paced around Snape with a scrutinizing look. The black and pink were really eye-catching.

"I heard that you were applying for Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

"Yes."

"It doesn't work every time?"

After a long silence, Snape's deep voice came out, "Obviously."

"Oh." Umbridge didn't know what was written in the notebook, so he walked out.

"Pfft..." Seeing Snape's stinky face after being poked in the sore spot, Ron couldn't help laughing gloatingly.

Snape raised his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and hit, all in one go, the book in his hand kissed the back of Ron's head fiercely.