Chapter 209 Pink-Skinned Toad Umbridge

"This... we really don't want to see this kind of thing." Fudge knew he was in the wrong and could only bite the bullet and defend himself, "But there are reasons why dementors have to enter the Quidditch pitch..."

"Just yesterday morning, the dementors suddenly delivered a message to the staff of the Ministry of Magic - they found traces of Sirius Black during their patrol, near the Quidditch pitch of Hogwarts !”

As he spoke, Fudge's tone gradually became more confident, as if he had convinced himself that the Dementors' invasion of the school was justified.

"Oh?" Dumbledore looked at him coldly and said indifferently, "Mr. Minister, can I understand what you mean by saying that dementors have discovered criminals around a group of professors, including me?"

"In this case, I would like to ask, Mr. Minister, do you want to say that the professors at Hogwarts are not competent enough to detect Sirius Black who is so close? Or do you want to say that the professors are complicit in criminals and sheltering prisoners? Come to watch the Quidditch match?"

Dumbledore's sharp words caused cold sweat to break out on Fudge's face again.

Hogwarts is the talent training base for the entire British wizarding world. There are too many wizards who have warm and deep feelings for this school. As the Minister of Magic, if he dares to belittle the professors of Hogwarts for no reason, wait for it. His will be a huge pressure from public opinion!

Just when Fudge was in a dilemma, the other witch following him took a step forward and showed an ugly and sickly sweet smile.

"Hasn't Principal Dumbledore heard that different people have different abilities?" She said in a coquettish tone, "In terms of catching criminals, dementors are obviously better than those who stay in school and teach all year round. Professors are better at it.”

"Are you?" Looking at the witch who interrupted, Dumbledore frowned.

"Dolores Umbridge," the witch said with an exaggerated and proud look, "Assistant Minister of Magic and Senior Undersecretary of Magic."

"Okay, Madam Assistant," Dumbledore repeated coldly, "May I understand that you think the professors at Hogwarts are incompetent or harboring criminals?"

"Oh! I don't mean to deny the position or ability of the Hogwarts professors," Umbridge said in a fuss, while looking pointedly at Dracula on the sofa, "Of course, We cannot rule out the possibility of some borers among them..."

Dracula didn't know how the target of the blame was transferred to him. He turned his attention away from the Sorting Hat in his hand with interest and looked at the witch named Umbridge next to Fudge.

However, after just one glance, the earl, who has thousands of years of experience and powerful strength, almost vomited...

Umbridge should not be too young. She has a broad, saggy, ugly face, but she is wearing a very "girly" pink suit. She wears a fluffy pink cardigan sweater outside the suit. There is also a small black velvet bow on her curly hair...

It looked like a toad with a pink bow, and it was the kind of thing that even Neville's Laifu would not scorn to mate with.

It doesn’t matter that she is ugly and her clothing contrasts too much and is easily scary. The key point is that the voice of this female toad is still a very high-pitched clip sound. It seems that she is pretending to be a teenage girl, but in fact she looks like a teenage girl. It's a stunted old hen.

Dracula took a breath and subconsciously waved his hand, instantly exerting a strong push on the pink toad's body, pushing her out of the door of the principal's office and slamming her against the railing of the spiral staircase outside.

When this step was not enough, he waved again, closed the door to the office, shut out Umbridge's glaring image, and opened all the windows.

A gust of wind blew in from the window, shaking the books, candles, and even tables and chairs in the principal's office, for fear that the ugly monster might still have any scent left in this space.

"Huh... It should be almost done now." The strong wind outside the window blew for a full minute before Dracula breathed a sigh of relief and let the strong wind stop.

Fudge happened to be standing next to a window in the principal's office. The strong wind that lasted for a minute blew his hair and clothes as messy as a chicken coop, and also confused the minister's mind.

He was just rejoicing that he had brought an assistant to act as the villain, otherwise he would not have been able to deal with Dumbledore's verbal attack.

However, in the blink of an eye, this extremely aggressive assistant was thrown out of the door, and he could no longer play his intended role...

We are all civilized people, so why do we just take action?

"I need an explanation, Dumbledore!" Fudge looked at Dumbledore angrily while arranging his clothes and hair, "attacking senior officials of the Ministry of Magic for no reason, do you want to violently defy the Ministry of Magic's investigation? ?!”

"Where is the reason? I have a very clear reason here, right?" Dracula sneered, "That pink-skinned toad just now seriously polluted my eyes, stained my ears, and even affected my mood for the whole day! Isn’t this reason clear enough?”

"What kind of excuse is this? You are defying the authority of the Ministry of Magic!" Fudge's face turned red with anger.

Of course, it wasn't because of Dracula's behavior of throwing Umbridge out of the door or the toad's comments. He actually felt that the title was quite vivid... He was angry because of Dracula's attitude of ignoring the rules of the Ministry of Magic.

"Insulting Ministry of Magic officials with insulting words can already be punished!" Fudge said loudly, "Sure enough, you are the only one who would kidnap Ministry of Magic employees against the rules of the Ministry of Magic!"

Fudge had long known that it was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts who had a conflict with the dementors, and he also knew that the only people waiting for them in the principal's office today were the principal and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

So of course he also knew that Dracula was the professor who kidnapped the dementors.

"Minister Fudge, Professor Dracula only acted in legitimate defense against the Dementors' invasion, and it is far from as serious as you said." Dumbledore defended Dracula, "In addition, if Dracula hadn't If the professor takes action in time, there may be even greater riots on the Quidditch pitch."

"I want to know more, who approved those dementors to enter Hogwarts?"

He took the topic in another direction and stared directly into Fudge's eyes, with a sharp light in his eyes.

"This... this is also for the safety of the savior," without Umbridge around, Fudge became stumbling again when he spoke, forgetting that he just wanted to take the opportunity to attack Dracula.

"It was rare for the Dementors to find traces of Sirius. Due to the urgency of the situation, I temporarily approved their request to enter Hogwarts without notifying this place." He said eagerly.

"But it was because of the dementors that the savior almost fell from a high altitude and lost his life!" Dumbledore said coldly, "Harry Potter is still lying in the school infirmary today, all because of the influence of the dementors. .”

"This..." Fudge froze on the spot, feeling scared for a while.

If the Boy-Who-Lived had not died at the hands of the wanted criminal Sirius Black, but had problems with the Dementors, then he, the Minister of Magic, might have really come to an end.

And it’s not just a matter of the minister being in charge. If something happens to Harry Potter because of his poor decision-making, then he will probably become a sinner in the wizarding world, and in this way remain in the history of magic for future generations to cast aside. !

Fudge shuddered and was stunned for a long time, not knowing what he should say to restore some of the verbal decline.

At this moment, a tall, bald, dark-skinned wizard behind Fudge walked up and patted him on the shoulder.

"Leave it to me, Mr. Minister," the wizard said in a deep and slow voice.

"Come here, Kings? Wait, you are here only to be responsible for security. You should not interfere in political matters..." Fudge looked at the dark-skinned wizard next to him with a confused expression.

In his opinion, the wizard named Kingsley Shacklebolt next to him was just an Auror captain with no political level. It was enough to come with him and be responsible for security. As for the negotiations and the rest of the matter, he should leave it to him. The Minister of Magic and his assistant will handle it.

However, before he could finish speaking, Kingsley Shacklebolt spoke first without being humble or condescending.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, we admit that the Dementors may have made some mistakes in their work, and the Ministry of Magic can apologize to you for these mistakes." He said calmly, in sharp contrast to Fudge's flustered look.

Dumbledore looked at him with a smile and made an inviting gesture forward, indicating that Kings could continue.

"It is true that the Ministry of Magic has made work mistakes, but this does not mean that the professors at Hogwarts can deal with the employees of the Ministry of Magic without permission." Kings looked at Dracula and continued, "Of course, I can understand this. The behavior of Professor Dracula, after all, no professor would want any problems to happen to his students."

"So our idea here is that both parties take a step back - that is, Professor Dracula will return the personally captured Dementors to the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic will not raise any objections to Professor Dracula's attack on Ministry of Magic officials. appeal."

"Wait, isn't this appropriate?" Fudge glanced at the door subconsciously, and whispered into Kingsley's ear, "Are you really not going to prosecute a person who doesn't take the Ministry of Magic seriously? The Ministry of Magic's Prestige will be damaged.”

"Believe me, Mr. Minister, even if we sue Professor Dracula, we won't be able to do anything with him." Kingsley responded in a low voice, "I guess his strength is close to the level of a great wizard. My personal My opinion is that it is not advisable to cause too much conflict.”

Then, without waiting for Fudge's response, Kingsley continued:

"In addition, we agree to further curb the dementors' behavior and try to prevent situations like yesterday from happening. Do you think this is okay, Principal Dumbledore, Professor Dracula?"

"This is a good plan." A smile appeared on Dumbledore's face and he nodded slightly.

Dracula's eyes looked back and forth between Dumbledore and Kingsley several times with deep meaning, and finally fixed his gaze on Dumbledore's face.

Dumbledore also noticed Dracula's gaze, so he tilted his head imperceptibly and nodded slightly.

Dracula understood, turned to look at Jins, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Okay, I agree."

As he spoke, he randomly took a piece of parchment from Dumbledore's desk, folded it several times, and folded it into a small cardboard box.

Then, Dracula raised his hand and lightly tapped on the carton. A traceless stretching spell was instantly clicked, and the space inside the carton was immediately expanded to the size of a villa.

He opened his palm again, and a silver moon condensed in front of his palm and slowly pushed into the carton.

After the silver light completely disappeared into the carton, Dracula casually threw the carton to Kings.

"The dementors you want are all here." He said, waving his arms like he was chasing a duck away. "You two can leave. I won't be so easy to talk to next time!"

Kingsley hurriedly took the carton and looked inside the carton with Fudge. Sure enough, he saw groups of dementors floating listlessly in the carton. The number was unknown. , anyway, there are a lot of them.

"A random cardboard box, used to cast a traceless stretching spell...?" Kingsley and Fudge looked shocked, feeling as if their brains were a little down.

Shouldn't something strong enough be used as a carrier for dangerous magic like the Seamless Stretch Spell? Is it true that a random piece of parchment paper won't break?

They didn't even bother to hold Dracula accountable for illegally using the Traceless Stretching Curse. They could only carefully hold the cardboard box, say goodbye to Dumbledore and Dracula immediately, and leave the principal's office.

Both Fudge and Kingsley were afraid that the fragile paper would be damaged, releasing a large group of dementors inside and exposing them to their eyes.

"Kings, you performed very well today." Fudge praised Kings as they walked on the road, "Just being an Auror captain is a waste of your talent. Scrimgeour is short of a deputy and is interested in becoming a magician." Deputy Director of the Executive Department?”

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"Is that Auror captain one of yours?" After all the officials from the Ministry of Magic left, Dracula looked at Dumbledore and asked with a half-smile.

"As expected of Professor Dracula, you discovered it so easily." Dumbledore nodded helplessly, "To be precise, Kingsley is a member of the Order of the Phoenix. We hope you can keep this secret for us. "

"I'm not interested in publicizing this kind of thing everywhere." Dracula chuckled, "No wonder, you pressed Fudge step by step, but when the Auror captain opened his mouth, your tone suddenly softened."

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