Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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Let the time move forward a little bit. Just this morning, when the little wizards were still sleeping in the warm bed, Umbridge hurried back to Hogwarts from the Ministry of Magic.

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

Looking at the exterior from the window, you can see that the sky is not yet bright.However, looking at the hazy sky wall, it is enough to know that today must be an extraordinary windy weather.

"It's colder!" Filch crouched and murmured angrily, "If only it can freeze the little boys together! Those with excess energy..."

When he opened the latch of the front door while yawning, a short and squat figure swept in from the door with a violent cold wind.

"Who?" Filch yelled with a sudden shock.

"Don't bluff, it's me—Dolores Umbridge!"

Filch fixed his eyes, and the visitor was wrapped in a brightly colored fluffy coat. He glanced at him, and then hurriedly walked inside.

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

"Huh?" Umbridge was stunned, then stopped moving forward, "You are..."

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

Filch's tone appeared to be quite respectful, and his neck and waist posture was not due to the hunchback...or simply showing flattery.

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

"Yeah!" Filch shook his hand. "Those little things are full of bad ideas! What should students do, shouldn't they study in peace? But who can think of every There were so many students who were naughty and mischievous in one class! It was a mess!"

"Oh, you are really right, I think so too..." Umbridge said with a smile, "Yes, it just so happens that I have two notices from the Ministry of Magic here. You can post them on the bulletin board for me. Right!"

Having said this, she paused, and when Filch showed an expression of expectation, she took out two large parchment scrolls from her pink bag.

"...This should be what you are looking forward to, take a look, and post it!" She stuffed the paper roll into Filch's hand, "All are officially signed by the Ministry of Magic, it's a formal notice!"

"Ha! Now there are those bad guys to look at!"

After a while, Filch enthusiastically posted the two notices on the bulletin board one by one, and completely covered the other notices originally posted in the column.

"Mr. Filch, I didn't expect your view of education to be so accurate. It would be a shame for Hogwarts to only let you be an administrator—"

Standing behind Umbridge, after reading the whole process of posting, he nodded his head to express his satisfaction, and threw out an endless compliment.

"Oh—" Filch turned his head back flattered, and the stool he was stepping on shook for a while, almost making him fall from it.

"Maybe there will be things I want you to help in the future!" Umbridge said lightly, and turned to walk quickly to the corridor on the side of the hall. ..."

"...Okay, okay, Investigator Umbridge!"

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

As she said earlier, she does have important things to deal with next.But even if that was not the case, she was not interested in bothering with an administrator.

The modest compliment just now was an exception for her.If she hadn't been able to let go of her hands and feet at Hogwarts, how could she be so hungry for food.

Soon, she went up the stairs to the third floor and walked into her Defence Against the Dark Arts class professor's office.

This office in Umbridge 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. On the bottom of the plates are all magical cats with different looks. .

The whole room was filled with a warm atmosphere.

If this is really a room for a little girl, people who come to visit will probably say "Really a cute little sweetheart", but if the owner of this room is actually a witch who is more than half a hundred years old... …

Once I thought about it, there was a bit of decadence in the sweet girly fragrance in the room somehow.

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 unusual in her office, she quickly walked to the side wall and tapped one of the large decorative plates on the wall with her magic wand.

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

Umbridge held the wand in his hand nervously, secretly counted three times in his heart, and then stretched out the wand to stir under the plate.

But I saw that the black cat was suddenly stirred into a thick black color, and it flowed strangely, as if it had turned into a thick black fog.

And just in the thick fog, a pair of dim eyes gradually appeared.

"Didn't I say not to contact me casually?" A vague voice came out of the mist, and if you didn'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 next? What do you want me to do?"

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

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

"Originally, I didn't expect much from you, but..." the other party groaned, "No matter... If you can cooperate with the kid to disrupt Hogwarts, I will leave you the position of Minister of Magic in the future. ..."

"Of course, sir...I'm happy to do this for you!" Umbridge said happily, but then his face went dark again, "But, that McLean..."

"If you are a person, you have weaknesses. You have been in Hogwarts for so long, haven't you figured it out yet?"

"No, of course...but..." Umbridge looked quite entangled, "I have 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 it, you must first know how to pay...If you want to taste the fruit without taking a risk, where is there such a good thing in this world?"

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

"Very good... if you try harder, all this will be over soon." The eyes in the mist blinked, and there was a faint glow in them. "Don't worry, at least this will definitely not require you to do it. , You only need to be responsible for cooperating before and after..."

Before the words fell, the cloud of fog instantly accelerated its circulation, and after a few seconds it condensed again into an ordinary cute black cat, quietly lying down under the plate.

Umbridge's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and after a light sigh of relief, he turned and walked to the table on the other side of the office.

"Flaming flames."

At a few times, the tip of her stick rushed into the pyre of the fireplace, and soon a crackling red flame formed, and the temperature in the room gradually rose.

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

Since graduating from the Slytherin College in Hogwarts, her actual ability is not outstanding, she has been climbing hard in the Ministry of Magic.Although most of her methods are hard to see, but that also means that every promotion of her will inevitably be accompanied by risks commensurate with benefits.

All this shows that she has a sickly desire for rights.

But even though she was promoted significantly faster than ordinary employees, after staring at the position of Minister of Magic, she couldn't help feeling a sense of powerlessness from lack of talent.

Compared with her, Cornelius Fudge is timid and fearful, but since he can get Dumbledore's help and support, it also shows that he also has the potential of being in power.

But now, it seems that many things have been in a mess, and drastic changes have quietly occurred.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

Umbridge was awakened by a knock on the door. She quickly sorted her expressions, then stretched out her wand and pointed at the door of the room, gently unlocking it.

"Please come in."

After she sat back calmly on the back of the desk and wiped the ends of her hair casually, she spoke.

The door of the office was pushed open, and a thin figure walked in calmly from outside.The visitor did not show any unexpected expressions to this matte and tender room, but he brought the door to his hand, and then walked calmly to the desk.

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

"Well," Umbridge nodded and smiled. "Sokaradis, did you receive my letter last night?"

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