Chapter 386 The Eyes on the Plate

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Letting the time move forward a little bit, Umbridge hurried back to Hogwarts from the Ministry of Magic just this morning when the little wizards were still sleeping soundly in the warm blankets.

At that time, the gatekeeper Filch had just woken up, and was opening the gates of the castle one by one with a bunch of keys.

Looking out of the window, you can see that the sky has not yet brightened. However, just looking at the cloudy sky wall is enough to know that today must be an unusually windy weather.

"It's going to be colder!" Filch hunched over and muttered angrily, "It would be great if it could freeze those little bastards together! Those guys with excess energy..."

When he yawned and pulled the latch of the main door, a short and fat figure swept in from the door with a gust of cold wind.

"Who?" Filch shouted with a sudden shock.

"Stop bragging, it's me - Dolores Umbridge!"

Filch fixed his eyes and saw that the person who came was wrapped in a set of bright-colored fluffy coats. He only glanced at him, and then hurried inside again.

"Oh! Inspector Umbridge!" Filch said happily. "Thanks to you, you have made those little bastards a lot more honest these days at school - please clean them up! Tell them What is the duty of a student..."

"Huh?" Umbridge was startled, then stopped walking, "You are..."

"Filch, Argus Filch...the caretaker of Hogwarts."

Filch's tone seemed quite respectful, and his posture of hunching his neck and hunching his waist, I don't know if it was because of his hunchback... Or, it was simply showing flattery.

"Well, Mr. Filch," Umbridge said softly, skillfully putting on a formulaic sweet smile again, "did you just say 'rectify and rectify'?"

"Yeah!" Filch shook his hands, "The group of little things are full of bad ideas! What should students do? Shouldn't they study in peace and order? But who would have thought that every There are so many students who are mischievous and mischievous in the first class, it’s a mess! It’s a mess!”

"Oh, you're right, I think so too..." Umbridge said with a coquettish smile, "By the way, it just so happens that I have two notices from the Ministry of Magic here, please post them on the bulletin board for me Bar!"

At this point, she paused, and when Filch showed an expectant expression, she took out two large parchment rolls from her pink bag.

"...This should be what you are looking forward to, take a look, and then paste it!" She stuffed the scroll into Filch's hand, "They are all officially signed by the Ministry of Magic, they are official notices!"

"Ha! Now there are those bad bastards looking good!"

After a while, the elated Filch posted those two notices on the bulletin board one by one with great enthusiasm, completely covering up the other notices that were originally posted on the bulletin board.

"Mr. Filch, I didn't expect your views on education to be so accurate, Hogwarts only let you be an administrator, it's really a talent—"

Umbridge stood at the back, watched the whole process of posting, and while nodding to express his satisfaction, he threw out endless compliments.

"Oh——" Filch turned his head flattered, the stool he was stepping on shook for a while, and he almost fell off it.

"Maybe I need your help in the future!" Umbridge said lightly, then turned and walked quickly to the corridor on the side of the foyer, "Do it well! Well, I have something to do, so let's go first ..."

"...Yes, yes, Inspector Umbridge!"

Umbridge, who had already turned the corner, didn't listen to what Filch had to say.

As she said just now, she does have important things to deal with next. But even if that wasn't the case, she wasn't interested in talking any more with an administrator.

The moderate praise just now was already an exception for her. If she hadn't been unable to let go of her hands and feet at Hogwarts, how could she be so hungry.

Soon, she went up the stairs to the third floor and walked into the office of her Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Umbridge's office is still filled with a pink and tender girlish atmosphere as always.

Pink curtains, pink tablecloths, pink walls, pink carpets... And on the four walls, there are rows of decorative ceramic plates, all of which are enchanted cats with different expressions .

The whole room is filled with a warm atmosphere.

If this is really a room for little girls, the people who come in to visit will probably say "What a cute little sweetheart", but if the owner of this room is actually a witch who is over fifty years old... …

Once I thought about it this way, the sweet girly fragrance in the room somehow smelled of decay.

As soon as Umbridge entered, he locked the door again, and then cast a spell on the entire office to check it again.

After confirming that there was nothing abnormal in her office, she quickly walked to the side wall and tapped lightly on one of the many decorative plates on the wall with her magic wand.

With a crisp "ding", the black Bombay cat at the bottom of the plate immediately stood up and stared closely at Umbridge.

Umbridge nervously held the wand in his hand, counted to three secretly in his heart, and then stretched out his wand to stir vigorously at the bottom of the plate.

However, the black cat was suddenly stirred up into a thick mass of black ink, which flowed strangely, as if it had turned into a thick black fog.

And in that thick fog, a pair of hazy eyes gradually appeared.

"Didn't I tell you not to contact me casually?" An indistinct voice came out of the mist, and if you don't listen carefully, you might not even be able to hear it.

"Sir..." Umbridge pursed his dry lips and said softly, "I have done exactly what you said, what's the next step? What do you want me to do?"

However, the man in the mist was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about something.

"Sir?" Umbridge waited a little flustered, and couldn't help calling again.

"I didn't expect much from you at first, but..." the other party pondered, "Forget it... If you can cooperate with that child to disrupt Hogwarts, I will leave you the post of Minister of Magic in the future." ..."

"Of course, sir... I'd be happy to help you with this!" Umbridge said happily, but then his face darkened again. "But, that McClane..."

"Everyone has weaknesses. You've been at Hogwarts for so long, haven't you figured it out yet?"

"No, of course...but..." Umbridge seemed rather tangled, "I've also checked that McLean many times, that kind of power beyond common sense..."

"Are you afraid?" The other party said lightly, "If you want to get something, you must first know how to give... If you want to taste the fruit without taking any risks, how can there be such a good thing in this world?"

"I...I will do it," Umbridge gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "It will definitely be done!"

"Very good... Just try harder, and all this will be over soon." The eyes in the mist blinked, and there was a faint flash of light in them, "Don't worry, at least you don't need to do it , you only need to be responsible for cooperating back and forth and that's enough..."

Before the words were finished, the cloud of mist accelerated in an instant, and after a few seconds, it condensed into an ordinary cute black cat again, lying down quietly on the bottom of the plate.

Umbridge's tense nerves at that moment were instantly relaxed, and after he breathed a sigh of relief, he turned and walked to the desk on the other side of the office.

"The flames are blazing."

At a few moments, the tip of her staff jumped into the woodpile of the fireplace, and soon a crackling red flame was formed, and the temperature in the room gradually rose.

She conjured another pot of clean water and set it on the fire in the fireplace to burn it. While waiting for the water in the copper kettle to boil, Umbridge gradually fell into thinking.

Since graduating from Slytherin College at Hogwarts, she has not been outstanding in actual ability, and has worked hard all the way in the Ministry of Magic. Although most of her methods are not visible, it also means that every promotion of her is bound to be accompanied by risks commensurate with her benefits.

All this shows that she has a morbid desire for power.

But even though her promotion speed is obviously faster than that of ordinary employees, she can't help but feel the powerlessness stemming from the lack of talent after setting her sights on the position of Minister of Magic.

Compared to her, although Cornelius Fudge is timid and fearful, since he can get Dumbledore's help and support, it also shows that he also has the potential to be a powerful person.

But now, it seems that many things have been in chaos, and drastic changes have quietly taken place.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

Umbridge was awakened by a knock on the door. She quickly straightened her expression, then pointed at the door with her wand, and gently opened the lock.

"Please come in."

After she calmly sat back behind the desk and wiped the ends of her hair casually, she opened her mouth to speak.

The door of the office was pushed open, and a thin figure walked in calmly from the door. The person who came didn't show any surprise to this pink and tender room, but just closed the door, and then walked steadily to the desk.

"Good morning, Professor Umbridge." The other party greeted politely.

"Well," Umbridge nodded and said with a smile, "Sokradish, did you receive my message last night?"

"Oh - just call me Sokas, Professor Umbridge," said Sokas softly, "Yes, I did receive it, so I woke up early!") Download the free reader! !