Chapter 1265

"Second floor, Law Enforcement Department, including the Abuse of Magic Department, Auror Command and Wizengamot Administration." A vague and textureless female voice said, and the elevator shook.

"I think we two have to go..." Fanlin pushed Ron, who seemed to have not figured out what he needed to do.

"Good luck to you... I mean, see you later..." Harry said awkwardly, because he saw someone coming, and unfortunately, he knew this person.

Dorelos Jane Umbridge... a woman who can always be linked to Neville's toad.

"This is the Law Enforcement Department, Nad, what are you going to do?"

Just as Fanlin and Ron were walking out, Umbridge shouted.

For a moment, Ron was about to agree, Nad... Ronald... these two are very close, aren't they.

"I'm going..." Ron turned around, and Umbridge looked at him with some surprise.

Immediately, Fanlin realized that Umbridge was calling him, and he quickly poked Ron.

"I mean, Ronald...Nard...Nard needs to help me with something. Alex's office is leaking. I think I need to..."

"But I didn't ask you, Catmore!" Umbridge said, looking at Ron dangerously. Of course, it might just be that Ron felt dangerous.

"But that place is really bad. I hope you two can fix it as soon as possible. Minister Alex is very busy."

"Oh, of course...Umbridge...Minister!" Vanlin said with an excuse.

"Don't call me that," Umbridge said seriously, but her face was full of smiles. "They say you are a weird person, but you are very humorous when you talk."

Umbridge smiled and patted Vanlin on the shoulder. "If you fix his office, I think Minister Alex will like you."

"This is my...my job...Minister." Vanlin responded with a smile.

Umbridge laughed even happier. She patted the documents on her chest hard and walked towards the elevator with her chest and head held high.

This inexplicably reminded several people of Neville, his poor pet toad...

"How did you do it..." Everyone around had left, and Ron sighed, "I thought she was calling my name, I almost felt that he recognized me."

"Of course, if you say a few more words." Fanlin trembled all over, he coughed twice, and before facing Umbridge, Fanlin could hardly speak.

In fact, flattering Umbridge?

Compared to this, Fanlin's common way of communication is simpler and clearer. Treat friends with patience and talk. As for strangers, especially Umbridge, it is obvious that there are more cases of pointing the wand at the other person's nose.

It's very simple and convenient, isn't it? If this doesn't work, what magic does Fanlin learn?

If you don't listen, just use Legilimency. If the operation goes smoothly, the other party won't even notice it.

"Why did the old toad let us go so easily later? Just because of a word 'minister', how do you know she is a minister?"

"It's written on her name tag." Fan Lin said, "and she is on the latest list of appointments of the Ministry of Magic, the Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic's Executive Department, but this is not enough to fill her appetite. She has a big appetite."

"I remember, didn't she also serve as the principal of Hogwarts for a while?"

"Of course, that's what she thought." Fan Lin said, and then smiled at the person who was walking towards him, but the other party seemed to have seen something strange, just stunned for a moment, and then hurried away.

"What's wrong with them?" Ron said in confusion, "Because of me?"

"Maybe there's me..." Fan Lin said awkwardly, now he roughly understood something, and there was a lot of winning in it.

In fact, all the way here, in addition to Umbridge and her assistant, Fan Lin and Ron only met one person, and Fan Lin's behavior probably scared the other person.

There was silence all around: there were no busy crowds, no chattering, and no footsteps. The purple-carpeted corridor was as quiet as if someone had cast a "closed ears and blocked listening" spell.

Alex's office must be nearby. Fanlin roughly judged his position. Relying on his memory, Fanlin led Ron to continue walking deeper. Fortunately, after that, the two of them did not meet anyone on the way, except for a wizard who was frowning and whispering instructions to a feather pen floating in front of him, and the feather pen was scribbling something on a roll of parchment.

Fanlin paid attention to the names on each door as he walked. When he turned the corner and walked halfway along another corridor, a wide open space appeared in front of him.

There were twelve male and female wizards sitting behind small tables arranged in rows... Although they were very smooth and without graffiti, those tables were no different from those in the school.

Fanlin had to stop and watch them, because the scene was really attractive. Everyone danced in unison, twirling their wands, and many square pieces of colored paper flew in all directions like little pink kites.

After a while, Vanlin realized that their actions were rhythmic and regular - because the pieces of paper around them all formed the same pattern. After a while, Vanlin realized that what he was seeing was the production of a magic manual - those square pieces of paper were pages, and when they were bound, folded, and then enchanted, they were stacked into neat piles next to each wizard or witch. Although they were so focused on their work that Harry doubted that they would not notice if someone walked across the carpet.

"We have to go over, be careful." Vanlin knocked on the top of his head and Ron's head respectively, and a cold feeling poured down from the top of his head.

But despite this, the two of them tried to tiptoe as much as possible, trying not to make any noise. Of course, Vanlin took advantage of their focused work and took out a completed manual from a young witch.

The pink cover of the manual had a golden title printed on it: "Mudbloods, and the harm they bring to the peaceful purebloods." Below the title was a picture: a silly grinning face was painted in the middle of the petals of a red rose, and a weed with a scowl and sharp thorns next to it was trying to strangle it. There was no author's name on the manual, but Vanlin could probably guess who wrote it.

Rita Skeeter could do it, but it was probably Umbridge who did it.

Vanlin carefully put the manual into his arms, fearing that it would reveal something. Although things floating in the air were very common in the Ministry of Magic, such manuals were never placed in the aisles.

At this time, the words of the young witch next to him confirmed his guess: "Who knows if the old witch will interrogate those mudbloods all day?" She said while waving and spinning her wand.

"Keep your voice down," a wizard next to her looked around nervously; a page of the book on his desk slipped to the ground.

"Why, has she got a magic ear now, in addition to an eye?" The witch looked at an ornate mahogany door opposite where they were; Vanlin and Ron looked there, too, and were immediately furious. Where the Muggle front door peephole should have been was now a large, round, slightly blue eye... something that would be familiar to anyone who had ever seen Alastor Moody.

For a moment, Vanlin forgot where he was and what he was supposed to do, and regardless of the risk, he strode towards the door to examine the eye. The thing was still, motionless, staring straight up. The metal plate below read:

Dolores Umbridge!

Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic!

The slightly newer metal plate below that read: Chairman of the Half-Blood Wizard Registration Committee.

The Death Eaters valued Umbridge because she fit them well enough, and they believed that Umbridge would do a good job?

Vanlin looked at the magic eye with some anger. Now it was constantly turning. Without Moody's control, it had lost its ability to see through illusions.

"I want to remove this door." Ron's voice came from the side.

"It's a coincidence that we two thought of the same thing, but I think we shouldn't miss Umbridge's office, right? We still have two hours."

"I agree." Ron said. "But Alex... you know, I still have to save my wife."

"Maybe you can go first." Vanlin said quickly, "I can take a look at Umbridge. Alex's office should be at the end of the corridor. Turn right."

"Okay, then you should be careful." Ron said, Vanlin heard Ron's footsteps getting farther and farther away.

Vanlin looked back at the wizards who were making manuals: Although they were focused on their work, he couldn't guarantee that if the door of an empty office in front of them opened, they wouldn't notice it.

Vanlin reached out from his inner pocket and took out a thing with moving legs and rubber ball tentacles-it was the decoy bomb that Fred's brother gave him last year.

"Why not give them something exciting? At least, that old witch is very pleasant to hear." Fan Lin thought to himself, squatted in the invisible state, and then placed the decoy bomb on the ground.

The little thing immediately ran out from between the legs of the group of people.

Fan Lin put his hand on the door handle and waited. A moment later, there was a loud noise in the corner, accompanied by billowing, pungent and pungent smoke. The young witch screamed, and her colleagues jumped up in panic, looking for the source of the commotion in the flying pink paper.

Fan Lin took the opportunity to turn the doorknob to open the door, slipped into Umbridge's office, and turned around to close the door.

Fan Lin walked into the office and almost thought that time had gone back - this office was almost exactly the same as Umbridge's in Hogwarts: ** lace fabrics, small tablecloths and dried flowers were spread everywhere. The same decorative plates were hung on the wall, each with a picture of a kitten in exaggerated colors and tied with ribbons, playing with disgusting pretense. The table was covered with a lace tablecloth. Behind Mad-Eye's magic eye, there was a telescopic device that could see far, so that Umbridge could monitor the staff outside the door.

Vanlin approached the magic eye... They were still gathered around the decoy explosives.

He twisted the telescope off the door, leaving only the hole in the door, and then dug out the magic eye from it and put it in his pocket. Then he turned around again to face the whole room.

Umbridge's room still made him feel uncomfortable. Fanlin tried to use his wand to pick out what he needed, but the things in the room didn't respond at all.

Umbridge was relatively proficient in defensive magic.

Fanlin had no choice but to walk quickly behind her desk and search through drawers one by one. He found some quills, notebooks, magic tape, and paper clips that were enchanted and coiled like snakes... They bit Fanlin's hands back; a small box full of spare hairbands and hairpins... It was full of intricate lace decorations; but it was certain that there was nothing useful about the changes in the Ministry of Magic or Umbridge's plans.

Thinking of this, Fanlin cast his eyes elsewhere.

There was also a filing cabinet behind the table, and Fanlin turned to search in the cabinet. Just like Filch's filing cabinet at Hogwarts, it was filled with folders, each with a name tag on it.

Vanlin tried hard to find what he needed, but apart from some current Ministry staff, Vanlin's search was fruitless until he turned to the last drawer and saw something that caught his attention: Mr. Weasley's file.

Vanlin pulled out the file and opened it to read.

Arthur Weasley's pedigree: pureblood, but with unacceptable Muggle tendencies. Known member of the Order of the Phoenix.

Family: wife (pureblood), seven children, the youngest two are currently studying at Hogwarts. Note: The Ministry of Magic inspector confirmed that his youngest son is currently seriously ill at home.

Security: Under surveillance. All actions are monitored. The number one unwelcome person is very likely to be in contact with him (once lived with the Weasley family)

"Number one unwelcome person," Vanlin muttered quietly, while putting Mr. Weasley's folder back in place and closing the drawer. When he stood up and scanned the entire office to find a new place to hide items, he noticed a poster about Harry on the wall.

The words "Number One Unwelcome Person" were prominently printed on Harry's chest. Now Fanlin knew who the "Number One Unwelcome Person" was, and he was sure of it.

Harry Potter, the name that the magic world has paid the most attention to in the past decade, had to admit that even though Fanlin now had a bounty of 500,000, his position in Voldemort's heart was still far less than Harry's.

Noticed that there was a small pink note on the poster, with a cat drawn on the corner of the note, written by Umbridge!

Fanlin walked over and smiled, because he saw Umbridge wrote four big words on it: "Soon to be brought to justice." (To be continued)