HP Magic Biography

　　 "On the second floor, the Law Enforcement Department, including the Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, Auror Command, and Wizengamo Management Organization." The ethereal and textureless female voice said, and the elevator crashed.

　　 "I think the two of us are leaving..." Fanlin gave Ron a push, and Ron didn't seem to figure out what he needed to do.

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

　　 Dorellos Jane Umbridge...a woman who can always hook up with Neville's toad.

　　 "This is the Executive Division, Nader, what are you going to do?"

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

　　 In an instant, Ron had to agree, Nader... Ronald... the two are very close, aren't they?

　　 "I'm going..." Ron turned around, and Umbridge looked at him unexpectedly.

　　 Immediately, Fanlin realized that Umbridge was calling himself, and he quickly stabbed Ron.

　　 "I mean, Ron... Nader... Nader needs to do me a little favor, Alex's office is leaking, I think I need..."

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

　　 "However, the place is really bad. I hope you two can fix him as soon as possible. Minister Alex is very busy."

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

　　 "Don't call me that," Umbridge said solemnly, but there was a smile on his face, "They say you are a weird person, but you are very funny."

　　 Umbridge smiled and patted Fanlin on the shoulder, "If he fixes his office, I think Minister Alex will become like you."

　　 "This is me... my job... Minister." Fan Lin quickly responded with a smile.

　　 Umbridge smiled even more happily. She patted the document on her chest hard, and walked towards the elevator with her chest up.

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

　　 "How did you do it..." Everyone around was clean, Ron said with a sigh, "I thought she was calling my name, I almost think he recognized me."

　　 "Of course, if you are saying a few more words." Fanlin trembled all over, and he coughed twice, before facing Umbridge Vanlin almost speechless.

　　 Actually, flattering Umbridge?

　　 Compared with this, Fanlin’s usual communication method is simpler and clearer. When he treats his friends, he talks patiently. As for strangers, especially Umbridge, there are obviously more cases of using a magic wand to point to each other’s nose.

　　 is very simple and convenient, isn't it? If it's useless, what magic does Fanlin learn?

　　 If you don’t obey, you’ll just get a sense of mind. If the operation goes well, the other party will not even be able to find it.

　　 "Why did the old toad let us so easily? Just because of the minister, how do you know she belongs to the minister?"

"It's written on her badge." Fanlin said, "And she is included in the latest list of appointments for the Ministry of Magic, the Deputy Minister of the Executive Department of the Ministry, but this is not enough to fill her, she Has a great appetite."

　　 "I remember, didn't she still be the principal of Hogwarts?"

"Of course, that's what she thought." Fanlin said, and then smiled at the oncoming person, but the other person seemed to have seen something strange, but was surprised for a moment, and then hurried away. .

　　 "What happened to them?" Ron said in a puzzled way, "Because of me?"

　　 "Maybe there is also me..." Fanlin said embarrassingly, now he understands a little bit, quite a lot of winning elements are in it.

　　 In fact, all the way here, apart from Umbridge and her assistant, Fanlin and Ron only met one person, and Fanlin's behavior also scared the other person.

　　 There is silence around: there is no busy crowd, no babbles, no kicks and steps. The corridor covered with purple carpet is as quiet as if someone has cast a ‘closed ear plug to listen’ spell.

Alex’s office must be nearby. Fanlin roughly judged his position. With the help of his memory, Fanlin took Ron to go deeper. Fortunately, after this, the two of them were on their way. No one met, except for a wizard who was frowning and whispering instructions to a quill floating in front of him, which was scribbling on a roll of parchment.

　　 Fanlin walked, paying attention to the name on each door. When he turned the corner and walked halfway down the other corridor, a large open space appeared in front of him.

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

　　 Fanlin had to stop and watch them, because the scene was really attractive. All the people danced neatly, spinning their magic wands, and many colorful square papers were flying in all directions like little pink kites.

　　 After a while, Fanlin realized that their actions were rhythmic and regular-because the pieces of paper around them all formed the same pattern. After a while, Fanlin realized that what he had seen was the making of a manual of magic—the square pieces of paper were book pages, and when they were bound, folded, and magically applied, they were next to each wizard or witch. Stacked into a neat pile of books. Even though they were so focused on their work, Harry suspected that they wouldn't notice if someone walked on the carpet.

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

　　 But in spite of this, the two of them tried their best to keep themselves silent. Of course, Fanlin took advantage of their concentrated work and pulled out a completed manual from a young witch.

On the pink cover of the manual, the golden title is prominently printed: "Mudbloods and the harm they bring to peaceful pure blood." There is a picture under the title: a red rose with a picture in the middle of the petals The smirking face, and a wild grass full of anger and thorns is trying to strangle it. There is no author’s name in the manual, but Fanlin can probably guess who wrote it.

　　 Rita Skeeter can do it, but most likely Umbridge did it.

　　 Fanlin carefully carried the manual into his arms, afraid of what it might reveal. Although things floating in midair are very common in the Ministry of Magic, such manuals have never been used in the aisle.

　　 The words of the young witch next to him confirmed his guess: "Who knows that the old witch will interrogate the mudbloods all day?" She said while waving her wand.

　　 "Be quiet," a wizard next to her looked around nervously; a page on his desk slipped to the ground.

"Why, is she now getting a magic ear besides a magic eye?" The witch looked at a gorgeous mahogany door opposite where they were; Fanlin and Ron also looked towards When I saw it there, I was suddenly angry. A big, round, slightly bluish eyeball is now embedded in the place where the cat's eye was supposed to be the Muggle front door... This is something that is familiar to anyone who has seen Alast Moody. s things.

　　 For a moment, Fanlin forgot where he was and what he should do. Regardless of the risk, he strode towards the door to check the eyeball. The thing was still, motionless, staring straight up. The metal plate below reads:

　　 Delores Umbridge!

　　 Senior Deputy Minister of Magic!

　　 A slightly new metal plate under that said: Chairman of the Half-Blood Wizard Registration Committee.

　　The Death Eaters value Umbridge very much, because Umbridge fits them well enough, do they believe Umbridge will do well?

　　 Fanlin looked at the magic eye a little angrily. Now he is turning non-stop. Without Moody's control, it has lost its ability to see through illusions.

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

　　 "It's a coincidence that the two of us thought of being together, but, Umbridge's office, I don't think we should miss it, right? We still have two hours."

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

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

　　 "Okay, then you should be more careful." Ron said, and Fanlin heard Ron's footsteps getting further and further away.

　　 Fanlin looked back at the wizards who were making manuals: Although they were focusing on their work, he couldn't guarantee that they would not notice if the door of an empty office in front of him opened.

　　 Fanlin reached out from his inner pocket and took out a thing with movable legs and rubber ball-shaped antennae—it was the decoy bomb that the Fred brothers gave him last year.

　　 "Isn't it okay to give them something exciting? At least, I am very comfortable with that old witch." Fanlin thought to himself, squatting down in invisibility, and then dropped the decoy bomb on the ground.

　　 The gadget ran out from between the legs of the group of people.

Fanlin put his hand on the doorknob and waited. After a while, there was a loud noise in the corner, and the young witch who was accompanied by the billowing, pungent smoke screamed, scaring her. Colleagues also jumped up and panicked looking for the source of the riot in the pink paper flying all over the sky.

　　 Fanlin took the opportunity to turn the doorknob to open the door, slipped into Umbridge's office, turned around and closed the door.

　　 Fanlin walked into the office, almost thinking it was going back in time—this office is almost exactly the same as the one at Umbridge at Hogwarts: lace fabric, small tablecloths, and dried flowers everywhere. The same decorative plates are hung on the walls, and each plate is painted with a kitten with an exaggerated color tied with a ribbon, playing with a disgusting posture. The table is covered with a tablecloth decorated with lace. Behind the crazy eye of the crazy eye, a telescopic device was set up to allow Umbridge to monitor the staff outside the door.

　　 Fanlin leaned in front of Demon Eye... They were still surrounded by the decoy explosives.

　　 He twisted the telescope from the door abruptly, leaving only the hole in the door, and then pulled the magic eye out of it and put it into 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 is fairly proficient in defensive magic.

　　I had to, Fanlin had to walk quickly to the back of her desk and rummaged through drawers one by one. He found some quill pens, notebooks, magic tape, and enchanted paper clips coiled into snakes... They bit Fanlin's hand back; a small piece full of spare hair bands and hair clips The box... is full of cumbersome lace; but for sure, there is nothing useful about it, about the changes in the Ministry of Magic, or Umbridge's plan.

　　 Thinking of this, Fanlin turned his eyes to other places.

　　 There was a filing cabinet behind the table, and Fanlin turned to look in the cabinet instead. It was like Filch's filing cabinet at Hogwarts. It was filled with folders, each with a label with a name on it.

Fanlin tried his best to find what he needed, but except for some incumbents in the Ministry of Magic, Fanlin's search could be said to have yielded nothing. He didn't see something that attracted his attention until he turned to the last drawer: Mr. Weasley's file.

　　 Fanlin pulled out the file and opened it to read.

　　 Arthur Weasley pedigree: purebred ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but has an unacceptable tendency to Muggle. Known members of the Order of the Phoenix.

　　Family situation: wife (purebred), seven children, the youngest two are currently studying at Hogwarts. Note: Confirmed by the inspector of the Ministry of Magic, his youngest son is seriously ill at home.

　　 Security situation: Being monitored. All actions are monitored. The number one unpopular person is most likely to be contacted (lived with the Weasley family)

　　 "The number one unpopular person," Fanlin murmured as he put Mr. Weasley's folder back in place and closed the drawer. When he stood up and scanned the entire office looking for new possible hiding places, he noticed a poster about Harry on the wall.

　　 The characters "No. 1 Unwelcome Person" were visibly printed on Harry's chest. Now Fanlin knew who the "No. 1 Unwanted Person" was, and he was sure of it.

　　 Harry Potter, the most concerned name in the magic world for more than ten years, has to admit that even though Fanlin now has a bounty of 500,000, his status in Voldemort's heart is still far less than Harry's in case.

　　 noticed that there was still a small pink note on the poster, with a cat drawn on the corner of the note, Umbridge's handwriting!

　　 Fanlin walked over and smiled because he saw Umbridge write four characters on it: "Coming soon."

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