Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 66 The Principal's Arrangement

The second floor of the Ministry of Magic.

Auror office.

In the open office area, there was a cubicle half-open, and a trainee Auror was busy at his desk.

Since the Ministry of Magic was founded, many aspects of its work system have been modeled after Muggles, with weekends off and holiday shifts, but over the centuries, there have been many differences. It's quite rare for a rotating assistant to accompany the Minister or Director on a visit and then suddenly return to the Ministry to prepare documents.

The one who is busy now is of course the trainee Auror Tonks. She failed the stealth training last time and was assigned by Mad-Eye to be an assistant in Umbridge's office. She is currently still in her rotation, handling assistant affairs while preparing for the next Auror assessment.

We were visiting Ireland today to watch a song and dance performance by leprechauns, but halfway through the performance, the director of the International Affairs Department suddenly got crazy and wanted to demonstrate to them how the song and dance performance could be played on a video mirror.

Caught off guard, sudden attack.

That pink toad Umbridge left several nail marks on her handbag, but she still had a happy smile on her face and praised the novel performance in a pinched voice. Later, when she heard that the shadow mirror was produced by a Hogwarts professor, a foreign professor at that, the professor of Muggle Studies, she almost crushed the pink bag.

Tonks couldn't understand why Umbridge, a pure-blood wizard, knew more about Muggle television than she, a half-blood. It was only Kingsley who reminded her that there were similarities between the mirror and television.

In short, things were bad. As soon as the visit was over, Umbridge asked her to come back and draft the documents to prepare a lawsuit against Professor Lewinter.

"It is forbidden to use magic in front of Muggles, it is forbidden to expose the existence of the magical world to Muggles, magical creatures and objects must be controlled, and magical places must be hidden..."

Tonks muttered to herself irritably about the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, "Professor Lewynter hasn't violated any of the core regulations. Damn Umbridge, she just wants to step on others to get promoted!"

Her father was a gentle and kind Muggle-born wizard, and her mother was a brave witch who dared to betray her pure-blood family. Growing up in such a family, Tonks had a simple and pure sense of justice and could not accept such frame-up and slander.

The more I read the clauses, the more annoyed I become.

"Ah! I can't write!"

Tonks pounded the table hard, her impatience reaching its peak. She simply tore off the half-written clause, tore it up and threw it into the trash can.

Listening to the crackling sound of shredding paper, Tunkston felt relieved. He leaned over his desk and let out a long sigh. "Damn Mad-Eye! He should have been the one writing this kind of false accusation. Let's see if he gets mad!"

"Given Moody's temper, he would probably rush into the office and slap her in the face with his cane." A deep and slow voice came from the door.

"Kingsley, why are you back for the weekend? The Auror team is working overtime..." Tonks muttered without even looking up, not expecting an answer. "I want to smack Pink Toad in the face with Mad-Eye's cane, too."

Kingsley walked over to the table and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"The Shadow Mirror incident has finally been exposed." Tonks sighed and briefly recounted the incident in Ireland.

"Hmm..." Kingsley's eyes flashed with surprise, and he paused for a moment, "When necessary, there are some things that the relevant office director should know."

"What are you talking about?"

Tonks looked up at him. "I've been working so diligently these past few weeks. Many people have praised me for my excellent work as assistant to the Improper Use of Magic Office. I've reported matters in detail and clearly prioritized them. I've intercepted all correspondence coming to the office, arranged for her to accompany the Minister on his visits, and was just waiting for her to pass the stealth test. And now you're telling me she should know all this?"

"It's only a matter of time." Kingsley said calmly, "I believe Professor Lewynter and Headmaster Dumbledore are ready."

"What does this have to do with Dumbledore?"

“The Shadow Mirror is involved in Quidditch matches, and Hogwarts is also involved. The headmaster bears undeniable responsibility.” “Huh?” Tonks’s mind was a little confused.

"Do you think the Inquisition can try Dumbledore?"

"Probably not."

"Right..." Kingsley coaxed, "You put the headmaster and the professor in the document together and sue them together. No matter what charges Umbridge makes up, the headmaster and the professor will be fine."

A few months later, Tonks once again felt her boss's political wisdom and exclaimed that she had learned a lot.

Knowing the result in advance, Tonks didn't feel guilty about drafting the document. She asked for advice while writing, and the false accusation document progressed rapidly.

"Captain, do you think I can pass the stealth test?"

"Well... you'd better ask Mad-Eye."

Kingsley saw the frustrated look on his subordinate's face and paused. Considering that she had helped him complete the task assigned by the headmaster, he offered his own advice, "If you can prevent Headmaster Umbridge from taking her anger out on you because of this matter, Mad-Eye should let you pass."

Tonks frowned, lost in thought.

……

In the evening, dinner time.

Melvin came to the main guest seat in the auditorium and saw the principal discussing the case with the head Auror.

The Aurors launched a carpet search. The mysterious wizard was experienced and left no other clues after escaping the encirclement except for a few traces at the crime scene. After a whole day of searching without any results, the Chief Auror was a little annoyed.

"Rufus, who do you think the dark wizard will be?"

"There are too few clues and no useful information to confirm their identity," Scrimgeour replied with a frown, still slicing the steak. "We haven't heard of any foreign criminals entering the country recently, and the wizards in Knockturn Alley are very well behaved. I suspect they are Dark wizards who sneaked in before the Christmas holidays."

"Have you heard the centaurs' speculation?" Dumbledore asked calmly, "Only desperadoes would use unicorns to prolong their lives."

"You know, Headmaster Dumbledore, the Centaurs rejected the Ministry of Magic. They only told me what happened at the time," Scrimgeour said in a cold tone. "Those Dark wizards are evil in both mind and soul. Who knows what they are thinking? No matter what kind of desperado they are, sooner or later we will send them to Azkaban to accompany the Dementors."

Dumbledore whispered, "What if it was... Voldemort?"

Hearing the name, Scrimgeour's expression stiffened instantly. A complex mixture of fear, anger, and hatred flashed across his eyes. Then his face turned cold and he asked in a deep voice, "How can you be sure it's him? What information do you have?"

Dumbledore put a piece of beef into his mouth and chewed slowly. "This is the centaur's inference, perhaps the information obtained by astrology. Who can say for sure about such things? But it is not impossible. In recent years, there have been rumors that he is hiding in Albania. What do you think, Rufus?"

"..."

Scrimgeour remained silent.

Recently, Minister Fudge and Umbridge's faction began to show rejection of Dumbledore. He originally wanted to take advantage of the situation to eliminate Dumbledore's forces. If the Dark Lord really showed signs of making a comeback, it would be those idiots who should be eliminated.

But this may also be Dumbledore's way of gaining power.

(End of this chapter)