Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue Chapter 944

　　 Few people know that Dolores Umbridge is not the pure-blood wizard she claims.

Her father Alford Umbridge was indeed a wizard, but her mother Alan Cranell was an out-and-out Muggle, even Umbridge during Hogwarts Having always lied to the classmates of Slytherin College, she couldn't change the fact that she was not from a purely magical family...not to mention, she also had a dumb brother.

　　In the eyes of Dolores Umbridge, her family is undoubtedly the biggest stain in her life.

　　Her father, Alford, was not very aggressive. He worked in the Magic Maintenance Department of the Ministry of Magic and had never been promoted; while her mother, Allen, was frivolous and sloppy, and she was still a Muggle. As her younger brother was proved to have no magic skills, the contradictions in the Umbridge family became more acute, and Umbridge also hated those burdens.

　　The result is that when Dolores was fifteen, the family split into two parts:

　　 Dolores and Alford live together, and Alan and her son hide in the Muggle world.

Since then, Dolores never saw her mother and brother again, never spoke to them, and when Dolores Umbridge had a certain position in the Ministry of Magic, she immediately Persuaded her father to retire early and gave him a small allowance to ensure that he can exit quietly and decently, and not to become a stumbling block on her way to a high-ranking position.

　　 Except for Cornelius Fudge and a few high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic, no one at the Ministry of Magic knows about Umbridge's life experience.

　　 She began to tell a story about her father who was a prominent figure in Wiesengamao during his lifetime.

All the people who have talked about Alford or what Dolores doesn't want to be mentioned will always happen to bad things. People who want to be treated kindly by her will pretend that they believe in the family she is talking about. The version of the story.

　　 It's just that, no matter how deceptive others are, Dolores will never be able to remove certain marks on his body.

Even though she often talks about her extremely cold-blooded views in private gatherings, secretly wondering how ruthless people in the non-magical world should be treated—sometimes even anti-Muggle people will be shocked to hear her proposal—but This will not make her forget her past life, but will continue to deepen her memory of her own dirty blood.

　　For example...

　　In the non-magical world, those weapons used by Muggles to kill.

Since the wars in the early twentieth century, firearms were quickly included in the category of "prohibited items" by the magic world. In the relevant documents of the Ministry of Magic, this "Muggle alchemy prop" was classified as a "killing curse". Muggle imitations.

　　 Although many wizards may not recognize this forbidden Muggle thing, Umbridge is definitely not included.

　　 Umbridge hurriedly returned to his office, took out a quill pen and wrote quickly.

"... Professor of Muggle Studies illegally possesses Muggle firearms. This is a terrible fact that I have seen with my own eyes. The purpose of this weapon is to kill another person. I have every reason to suspect that Hogwarts exists. Certain dangerous clues—and according to Mr. Quirrell's words, he is most likely planning to overthrow the "International Wizarding Secrecy Act"..."

"...In addition to this, some other professors at Hogwarts also have weirdness. I think the Ministry of Magic needs to strengthen the investigation and supervision powers of Hogwarts. Some wizards lack respect and respect for the authority of the government. ..."

　　 "...I look forward to your reply, Mr. Minister, and I will keep an eye on the changes at Hogwarts at any time."

　　 "Your faithful, Dolores Jan Umbridge."

Umbridge put down his pen and scanned the letter to Cornelius Fudge for the last time. After making sure that there was no missing information or improper wording, he could not wait to get up, ready to rush to the owl shed to send the letter. .

　　 But when she was about to walk to the door, Umbridge suddenly stopped and folded back to the desk.

　　 Muggle Studies has just started. If she remembers correctly, there will be at least two or three hours before the course ends.

Time is running out. She intends to write a letter to the Auror office at the same time, using her status as the Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic to order the Aurors to take the team to Hogwarts for a surprise collection, without giving Dumbledore any explanation. space.

　　 It is obviously better to directly grasp some substantive iron evidence than the illusory pull and pressure test.

　　 As for the subsequent issues that may arise, such as protests in the magic world and schools, after the "evidence" is obtained, all the initiative will be in the hands of the Ministry of Magic, and there is no need to worry about Dumbledore and the voice of outside public opinion.

　　 Umbridge squeezed the two letters in his hands, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

　　 As Umbridge's position in the Ministry of Magic gradually improved, her ascent space and speed continued to stagnate, and now this accident is undoubtedly the opportunity she dreamed of continuing to expand her power.

　　 "Heh, Quirinas Quillow, you have a lot of trouble here..."

　　 Umbridge sneered softly, a sulky look appeared on the loose skin.

　　 She would let the arrogant and arrogant young man know that even Albus Dumbledore could not keep him. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had no room for resistance when faced with the real managers of the wizarding world.

　　 At this moment, she suddenly felt a noise that seemed to be coming from behind.

Ok?

　　 Umbridge frowned, and subconsciously glanced towards the corridor behind him.

　　 It was school time, and the empty corridors were empty.

　　 Maybe it's the voice of the characters in the portrait? The portraits, armors, and ghosts in Hogwarts are almost the most part of the wizarding world. It is not strange to hear some strange noises occasionally in the hallway.

　　 Umbridge shook his head in confusion, and speeded up his steps towards the owl shed upstairs.

　　 She can't wait to see Quirrell's panicked expression.

　　 At the same time, in the shadow of the corridor behind Umbridge.

　　Dobby the house elf slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 Dobby had planned to get closer just now and listen to what the professor Umbridge was saying.

Who knew that before he got close to the official of the Ministry of Magic, the other party was keenly aware of the surrounding changes, and almost found him following on the spot. If he hadn't reacted quickly and hid it, maybe this special mission would have ended right from the beginning. .

　　 Dobby hung far behind Umbridge, closely monitoring her actions, quietly waiting for the opportunity.

　　 "Listen, Dobby, your task is not too easy-for a novice."

　　 The elf's mind echoed with the instructions of the Hogwarts house elf chief.

"Look at Professor Umbridge, and intercept all letters sent from Hogwarts-according to Miss Kaslana, if you can successfully complete the assessment, it means that you are eligible to serve as the'Shadow Little Elf'."

　　 "Remember, you can't appear in Professor Umbridge's sight during the whole process."

　　 Hogwarts teachers can order all elves to execute commands, which is a special magical power given to them by the castle.

Therefore, if a house elf is exposed to the teacher's sight while performing a task, it may cause too many uncontrollable situations-perfect stealth surveillance, this is what Elena has for the "shadow elf" The first requirement.

　　 On the other hand, this assessment indicator is not completely incomprehensible.

　　 After all, there has always been such a saying in the magic world:

　　 "The hallmark of a good house elf is that people don't even know his existence."

　　 As for intercepting owl letters...

Dobby hides in the shadow of the loft full of feathers and bird droppings. Watching Umbridge tie the letters to the feet of two owls, the pair of protruding green eyes the size of a tennis ball flashes with confidence. look.

　　Perhaps in Mr. Burley's opinion, this job may be the most difficult and troublesome.

　　 But for Dobby, this is the easiest link.

In the past summer vacation, Dobby only intensively practiced on the street where Harry Potter lived for a month, and successfully intercepted 100%-only two letters right now, it is too easy to intercept. .

　　 After a while, Umbridge walked out of the owl shed contentedly.

In the sky that she did not see, the two owls that had just flew out for less than half a minute seemed to be drawn by some invisible line. After making a big circle around the castle tower, they returned to the Hogwarts owl shed. .

　　 Two minutes later, the two envelopes that were supposed to fly to the Ministry of Magic appeared in the principal's office.

　　 And together with these two letters, there was Elena who was supposed to be in the classroom.

　　 "So, after you discovered something was wrong, you ordered the elves to intercept the letter as soon as possible?"

　　 Principal at Hogwarts' office, Dumbledore rubbed his forehead a little tiredly.

　　 He selectively ignored the current class time. It seems that a certain little witch shouldn't appear in serious violations outside the classroom. He chose to first solve some problems that are more likely to trigger his own heart function.

"Besides, what you ordered was the little elf from the Malfoy family—and you tell me now that you still suspect that Professor Quirrell is the leaker, and you want to conduct a key investigation... Oh, and you actually gave Professor Quirrell with a gun?! I know such an important thing now, and-let me think about it, where to start first..."

　　 "Those are small problems, you should look at the essence through the phenomenon, professor."

　　 Elena waved nonchalantly, blinked slyly and said softly.

"The house elves of the Malfoy family intercepted a letter from a professor. This is the essence. As for whether the person who gave this order was a student at Hogwarts, or Mr. Malfoy, or someone else... …This is not an answer that can draw an accurate conclusion—in fact, in a sense, this is the current optimal solution."

"As for Professor Quirrell, he had a similar precedent when he served Voldemort last year, didn't he? This seemingly cowardly and timid young professor is much braver than most people. This time may be an accident, but stay vigilant. That's right."

　　 Elena explained unhurriedly, paused for a few seconds, and added another sentence.

"Oh, by the way, I should have reported on the provision of guns to Professor Quirrell. It should be clearly mentioned in the regulations when the institute was first established: We will equip some important researchers who are not capable of casting spells. Guns to ensure that they have a certain ability to protect themselves in the event of a crisis—Professor Quirrell is of course an important member. I thought you would have no doubts..."

　　 "...Miss Kaslana, this is Hogwarts, not Gringotts."

　　 "Of course, but I think the virtues of keeping promises and keeping promises should be observed on all occasions."

　　 Elena replied with a sweet smile, tapping the two unsent letters on the desk with her finger.

　　 "Those things in the past can be discussed slowly later. Now the key to the problem lies here-everyone has read the content of the letter. What should we do now? If there is an operation, then we have to hurry up..."

　　 She glanced meaningfully at the two old people in the room, her mouth raised up, and she whispered worriedly.

"After all, the patient's mood is not stable, and the patient's family may appear at any time. As one of the few chief surgeons at Hogwarts, you have to make up your mind as soon as possible. Is there any need to restore everything to its original state? "

Great!

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