Chapter 521 Hiss, I Need to Grow My Brain

On the wooden cabinet beside the bed was a cup of warm water that she had forgotten to drink and a small Muggle alarm clock. The four-poster single bed next to the cabinet clearly referenced the style of Hogwarts school, indicating that the blond woman sleeping casually on the bed was still single.

Judging from the few wrinkles around her eyelids, the woman is already over thirty years old, but there is still some innocence and naivety of a girl on her cheeks. She seems to have slept uneasily, with a slight sweat on her forehead and a few strands of hair sticking to her tight wrinkles. The eyebrows rose.

"ah!"

Bertha Jorkins suddenly woke up from her sleep, patted her chest with lingering fear, and gasped for air: "What a... such a clear nightmare..."

She dreamed that she was trapped in a closed room, with a house elf ordered to guard her, walking around her with a sharp knife for cutting beef.

There is an empty chair in the room, and there seems to be someone on the chair, an invisible but real person, looking at himself with invisible eyes...

Jorkins picked up the cold water that had been sitting next to the bed all night and drank it. His eyes subconsciously looked around his home, and the furnishings of the room in his dream emerged in his mind:

The area is spacious, the furniture is expensive, and some empty picture frames hang on the walls.

Only ancient pure-blood families can make that kind of magical portraits, but for some reason, the owner of the room cut out all the drawing papers, as if he didn't want the living portraits to discover anything...

"Jingle bell! Jingle bell!"

The alarm clock suddenly rang, scaring Jorkins to tremble. Just when she subconsciously picked up the wand to freeze it, the instructions given by Mr. Weasley when he gave her the alarm clock suddenly appeared in her mind.

"Just press lightly on the round button..."

Jorkins murmured, and pressed his finger on the small button on the top of the alarm clock, pressing it down gently - the alarm clock that vibrated and made a shrill sound stopped, almost like magic.

Jorkins was stunned for a moment, feeling strangely happy in his heart.

This alarm clock was a gift she received when she was transferred to the Department for the Misuse of Muggle Articles as Mr. Weasley's assistant. She always left it behind and made the office full of Muggle gadgets a mess. Weasley Mr. Weasley couldn't get her to stay in the job, so Mr. Weasley gave her this gadget just before she left for her rotation in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters.

This alarm clock was indeed very effective and could wake her up in time, but every time she couldn't remember the correct way to turn off the alarm clock, so she had to use a freezing spell or a confusion spell to stop it.

But today...

Jorkins scratched his head and was about to repeat the incident several times and write it down. When he went to work, he went to talk to Mr. Weasley. Suddenly he noticed the number on the pointer above. He quickly slapped his forehead and slipped out of bed to work. stand up:

"Oops, oops, I'm going to be late..."

A few minutes later, a wooden dining table was placed in front of the open kitchen. Warm bread, irregularly shaped omelettes, half-burnt kielbasa, and half-burnt kielbasa were placed on several old solid-color plates. Forget about boiling hot milk.

Jorkins's pajamas had been changed into work clothes. He hurriedly folded all the food into sandwiches, swallowed them in three mouthfuls, drank the cold milk and burped coldly.

I waved my wand and used a crude but simple cleaning magic to clean all the tableware. Without putting it away in the cupboard, I put on my shoes and socks, picked up my handbag and went out.

Bang!

The white-painted wooden door clicks into the door frame, and there are dense notes on the back, including the items that must be brought, the unfinished work yesterday, the schedule for the next few days, and the daily necessities that need to be purchased during the weekend.

A few seconds later, the door was opened again. Jorkins came to the fireplace in a panic, grabbed a handful of Floo powder and stood in:

"Ministry of Magic."

…

"Sorry! Sorry, sorry, please wait!"

Jorkins rushed slowly and hurriedly and finally squeezed into the last elevator before being late, all the way up from the main hall on the eighth underground floor.

With a smile of gratitude and joy on her face, she grabbed her handbag and nodded to the people in the elevator: "Good morning, Mr. Weasley, good morning, Mr. McNeil, good morning..."

Percy looked at the hesitant Jorkins and smiled gently: "Good morning, Ms. Jorkins, I am Percy Weasley from the International Magical Cooperation Department."

"Oh, another Mr. Weasley!" Jorkins suddenly realized.

"Just call me Percy. It just so happens that I have a document that you need to forward to the minister for a reply today."

"Oh, okay, okay..." Jorkins, who wandered to the minister's office on the second floor to work as a handyman, nodded, with a serious expression. The next second, he turned around like a child and showed off, "Mr. Weasley, I'll follow you." You said, I finally turned off that noisy clock normally today..."

"Really? Is it easy to use? Do you feel that there is any need for improvement? I also have an alarm clock that can use Christmas carols as an alarm..."

"Sounds great!"

"..."

Soon they arrived at the fourth underground floor where the Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures was located. Walton McNeil from the Dangerous Animals Committee sneered. He didn't know whether he was laughing at Jorkins or the Weasleys, and he strode forward. Stepped off the elevator.

Watching the elevator continue to go up, Jorkins looked at the father and son and asked in confusion: "Mr. Weasley, isn't the International Magical Cooperation Department on the fifth floor underground? Why do you want to continue going up?"

Percy looked at the documents in his hand and was silent for a moment. What should he say? Because he was worried about the mindless Miss Bertha Jorkins. In the past, documents delivered to the minister's office were delivered by him personally.

Arthur, the staff member who prohibits the misuse of Muggle items whose office is located on the second underground floor, took over and said with a smile: "We, father and son, have some things to discuss, so he has to go to my office. Could you please hand over this document?" To the minister."

"Dad..." Percy kept winking at him.

Arthur smiled, as if he didn't see it at all: "Sorry to trouble you, Bertha."

"No problem!" Jorkins assured.

While talking, the elevator reached the second floor. Arthur grabbed the file and handed it to her, and dragged Percy out of the elevator. The father and son walked towards the office, pulling and pulling.

Watching the golden gate close, Percy sighed helplessly: "There will be trouble, Dad."

"I know you are worried about Jorkins losing the file, but did you notice her state just now? She looks much better and can greet and chat with me normally..." Arthur's voice sounded very happy, and he spoke seriously to Per Xi explained, "First come to my place and sit for a while. After an hour, you can go to her to ask for the signed documents. If there are any problems, we can make up for them in time."

Percy was pulled away by his old father and shook his head: "I can go back to my own office and wait. Mr. Crouch left a lot of work to deal with after he left. I..."

"I heard that Amelia Bones has succeeded Crouch as the new Director of the International Magical Cooperation Department."

"Yes."

"Then you should leave her space to deal with the work alone. This will allow her to get familiar with and get started faster. Let's go, let's go..." Arthur muttered and talked to himself, and quickly talked about the lift just now. What happened in the ladder, "That guy Walton McNeil actually came to work at the Ministry on time. This is even rarer than a mobile phone. In the past, as long as there were no magical animals that needed to be executed, he would always hang out in the tavern, drink and gamble."

Percy frowned slightly: "I also noticed something. He always runs to the Department of Mysteries. I saw him riding the elevator all the way down several times when I delivered documents. In addition... the people in the Auror office also often Appearing in the Department of Mysteries.”

"This is not right..." Arthur shook his bald and reflective head and repeated, "This is not right, there is something wrong with this Death Eater, I must tell..."

"Tell who?" Percy didn't hear clearly, but was only fooled by Arthur perfunctorily. He couldn't help but continue to ask, "Dad, what are you and mom doing recently? I've seen you two talking mysteriously in the middle of the night several times. What?"

"You'll know later."

"Why can't you tell me now?"

"..."

…

On the ground floor of the Ministry of Magic, the Minister's Office.

Boom, boom, boom.

"Enter."

Jorkins pushed open the door of the minister's office and found that not only Minister Cornelius Fudge was in the room, but also sitting opposite the desk was a senior deputy minister. The clothes all over his body were full of bright pink, which made his face look uneven. His toad face looked even weirder. As for his name, she couldn't remember it.

"Secretary Fudge, good morning, and...and..."

Cornelius Fudge saw the blond lady who was rotated to work as a handyman in his office. He recalled her glorious resume and frowned slightly in disgust.

The smile on Dolores Umbridge's face quickly faded, her eyes showed undisguised disgust, and she spoke sarcastically and harshly in a girl's voice: "It's our forgetful and brainless young lady, Bertha." "Jorkins, do you remember what you came to the minister's office for?"

The high-pitched voice hurt his ears. He had no deep memory in the past, so Jorkins was stunned as if he heard it for the first time.

So who is she?

In Umbridge's opinion, this was another sign of forgetfulness. She glanced at the seal of the Department of International Magical Cooperation on the document bag and sneered: "Bring the document here, you can't even do the simplest document delivery. I'll leave you like this." What's the use of a person in the Ministry of Magic? If it weren't for Crouch's sponsorship, you would have been fired long ago. Remember, it's not dismissal, it's expulsion...

"No one will recommend you now. I hope you can pass the assessment at the end of the year!"

Umbridge roughly grabbed the document, showed a flattering smile to Fudge, quickly unsealed it for him, and handed the document over.

Fudge witnessed everything that happened in the office and remained silent. He looked at the contents of the document and his face darkened: "We are asking about the mysterious person again. Newspapers and media from other countries require us to give a clear answer! We also want to apply for an interview. Dumbledore and Witness Harry Potter..."

"These nosy, fly-like reporters and every day!" Umbridge felt worried for the minister and gritted her teeth angrily, "Didn't we clarify this a long time ago! These people would rather believe in Dumbledore than in magic. Official statement from the Ministry!”

Hearing this, Fudge's face became even more ugly.

Umbridge looked at his face, and the smile on her face became more flattering: "Actually, Dumbledore just wanted to make people panic again. He was trying to gain power through people's trust in him. Wise Minister, I think Did you see it too?"

"But people are willing to believe him!" Fudge said coldly.

"He played a very cunning trick. The clever part of this trick lies in the witnesses..."

"You mean..."

"Harry Potter!" Umbridge explained patiently, "People are willing to believe in a simple student, especially this lucky little boy has a good reputation. He is the nemesis of the mysterious man, the boy who survived the disaster, and the savior."

Fudge thought for a while: "You mean... we can blow away his false reputation and let people know that he is just an ordinary student, even naughty and playful, who has violated school rules many times and has mediocre grades."

Umbridge had a smile on her face, but her voice was chilling, "As long as this witness no longer testifies for Dumbledore."

"But he He is a loyal supporter of Dumbledore, and we can't convince him. "

"Maybe there is a simpler way... You don't know yet, a few more Dementors have been born in Azkaban, and they haven't been entered into the list yet. Didn't Dumbledore doubt that we can't control Dementors? Let's prove it to him..."

"You!"

Fudge was shocked and horrified. He subconsciously looked at the only listener in the room, but only met a pair of blank eyes. Thinking of her glorious resume and her performance of forgetting to deliver documents, he was slightly relieved, and then turned to look at his senior deputy minister.

Umbridge smiled and advised: "As you said, Minister, he is a loyal supporter of Dumbledore."

"No, no." Fudge shook his head again and again. This minister who took office in peacetime could not accept such a thing. Even if it was to compete for the power of the Minister of Magic, the cowardly him could not order the annihilation of a little wizard.

Umbridge's eyes flickered, and the sneer on her lips flashed away. She quickly put on a pretentious girlish smile: "Then we can contact the Daily Prophet to expose Potter's true face. What do you think of this plan?"

"Let's do this first."

Fudge hurriedly signed the document and sent Jorkins back.

The senior deputy minister and the errand boy who was rotating to the minister's office stepped into the golden gate together and took the elevator all the way down. When passing the second floor, the tall blonde woman wanted to go out. Umbridge laughed and said: "You should send the documents to the fifth floor, brainless Jorkins!"

"Oh oh..."

When passing the fifth floor, the man froze in place and did not go down. Umbridge glanced at the woman with a dull face, and her voice was cold and stern, completely different from before: "The Department of International Magical Cooperation is on this floor. Send the documents in your hand over, stupid Jorkins."

"Ah, oh, okay..." Jorkins trotted out in a panic, even stumbling and almost falling.

Umbridge smiled contemptuously, forgetting what happened a few minutes ago. This brainless humanoid monster is really not suitable for the minister's office.

The minister couldn't make up his mind, so she just helped him.

The elevator went all the way to the eighth floor underground along the shaft. Before the gate opened, Umbridge put on a sweet smile again, walked all the way to the fireplace aisle in front of the main hall, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, walked into the fire, and shouted in a delicate voice:

"Azkaban."