Chapter 793 Why Does This Handwriting Look Familiar?

"Which department is responsible for the protective circle and the sealing of the fireplace?" Ivan asked.

"It's the Department of Mysteries and the Department of Magical Traffic..." Umbridge answered without hesitation.

"Very good..." Ivan was thinking about the intelligence of these two departments in his mind. After a moment, he suddenly picked up the wand and pointed it on Umbridge's forehead.

"Everything is forgotten!"

A burst of white light lit up in front of Umbridge's eyes.

Umbridge only felt that her brain was dizzy, as if she had forgotten something, and she sat there motionless.

About three seconds later, Ivan slowly put down the wand and inserted it back into Umbridge's waist. Then with a thought, he took the black quill that Umbridge was holding and used it kindly. Healing magic healed the scars on the back of her hands.

After all this was done, Ivan stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and Umbridge came out of her trance.

【What's wrong with me? 】

Umbridge shook her head dizzily, and memories came flooding back.

Only then did she remember that she was punishing Ivan Hals and wanted to force him to help correct Dumbledore.

But the kid in front of me was very stubborn. Even after more than two hours of needle-like pain, he refused to give in. He wrote all over the parchment, and he just stared at it in a daze and almost fell asleep.

After thinking about the cause and effect, Umbridge lowered her head and looked at the paper on the table. In her mind, this was just handed over by Ivan Hals.

But why does this handwriting look familiar?

Umbridge couldn't help but frowned, but a voice in her heart kept telling her that this was the handwriting of Ivan Hals, and that she was thinking too much...

Umbridge was in a daze, threw the parchment into the burning fireplace, and then looked at Ivan and said with a smile.

"That's it for today, Hals. Go back and think about my proposal. For the next week, you will come to my office every night until you remember [abide by school rules and disciplines] in your heart. Do you understand? ?”

"Every night? You may be mistaken, right? Professor Umbridge, I think once a week is enough." Ivan shook his head. He didn't want to waste so much time chatting with Umbridge.

Seeing that Ivan dared to disobey her, Umbridge's face suddenly darkened, but she soon regained her composure, because she suddenly felt that these words were not unreasonable. She had seen Ivan's stubbornness before, I'm afraid I can't convince the other party simply by writing.

So she'd better spend some time convincing the Ministry of Magic to allow her to use those criminal laws that had been abolished in the last century, such as...hanging the erring students and whipping them with leather whips!

Sensing Umbridge's thoughts, Ivan's mouth twitched slightly, but it did not disturb the middle-aged witch's interest and decisively stood up to leave.

Walking out of the office door, Ivan walked back to the Gryffindor lounge along the corridor while sorting out the information he got from Umbridge.

It is worth mentioning that the difference in Umbridge's performance before and after was too great. When someone saw through it when he returned to the Ministry of Magic, Ivan did not use the Imperius Curse to forcibly control the other party's words and deeds, but gave Umbridge the most powerful influence. A large degree of autonomy, retaining only minimal control.

Just in case, he also revised Umbridge's memory, deleting the paragraph talking about the Ministry of Magic, and changed it to Umbridge supervising him to write "obey school rules and regulations".

With these two layers of arrangement, unless masters of legilimens like Dumbledore and Voldemort conduct a thorough investigation of Umbridge's memory, it is possible to find some clues...

"Ivan, are you okay?" "Did Umbridge punish you?"

As soon as he stepped through the door of the lounge, the little wizards of Gryffindor immediately gathered around him, asking questions.

Hermione immediately grabbed Ivan's right hand and checked it. When she saw that there were no scars on the back of the hand, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"As I said before, Hermione, Umbridge is just chatting with me, she can't do anything to me." Ivan in turn held the little witch's arm and said with a smile.

"Then shall the rally continue this week?" A voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.

The noisy lounge suddenly became very quiet, and everyone looked at Ivan uneasily. According to the latest regulations of the Ministry of Magic, if you are caught participating in a large gathering, you will be expelled...

"Of course...continue! But the form needs to be changed slightly..." Ivan looked around at everyone and said with certainty.

…

A few days passed in a blink of an eye. After dealing with Umbridge, Ivan returned to his normal study life. He continued to study and become familiar with the power of the magic stone in his spare time to avoid any accidents during battle.

As for the action against the Ministry of Magic, Dobby was instructed to assign corresponding tasks to Doggett and others.

Ivan is only responsible for providing a general idea. The completion and execution of the plan will naturally be left to those brain-filling monsters. It just so happens that I can also find something for them to do, so that these people will not be idle all day long...

In addition to these two important things, Ivan will spare one or two hours every day to teach the young wizards who have participated in the Defense Against the Dark Arts Association.

The venue of the meeting was also changed from the remote Shrieking Shack to the practice room of the Room of Requirement.

After the magic stone was made, there was no need to deliberately hide it there. For the convenience of Ivan, he simply settled here. The time was also changed from once a week to every day, but the number of people present at each time was reduced to more than forty people.

By rotating every few days and covering each other, the possibility of being discovered will be greatly reduced.

Although Umbridge's brain would automatically block this anomaly no matter how many people disappeared in the castle, she still had to make a show of it on the surface.

"Miss Aikemo, the Iron Armor Spell is a very practical magic that can resist or even reflect the enemy's spell. You need to wave your wand gently, do as I do, and then recite the spell Protegos~ (Armor Protection)"

On Saturday evening, inside the Room of Requirement, Ivan slowly waved his wand to demonstrate, and an invisible magic barrier suddenly appeared around him.

"Is it like this? Protegos! (Armor protection)" Marietta Acmo stood next to Ivan and imitated him, waving her wand and chanting a spell. The magic barrier appeared faintly, but soon it exploded. Broken apart.

Obviously, the spell failed. Marietta sighed, a little disappointed. She had practiced for more than an hour but still made no progress.