Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"We are all loyal to you. The entire Ministry of Magic obeys your leadership, except for those very few pests."

Umbridge said flatteringly, then went to the wine cabinet and took out another bottle for Fudge.

Fudge, who was already about 70% drunk, took the bottle and drank it. He drank half of the bottle in one gulp and said irritably: "Of course I know who is against me, the question is what should I do now!"

"Of course there is a way, Minister." Umbridge came closer to Fudge, "and there is an opportunity right before us."

"explain."

"The reason why the thugs are roaming around and committing crimes is because the Department of Enforcement is poorly managed and the strikers are wasted!" Umbridge said righteously, "The Azkaban defense regulations formulated by your predecessor, Minister Barnold, are outdated. Now we can transfer those strikers back and take this opportunity to snatch them from the Department of Enforcement and have them managed directly by you and the officials you designate."

"Azkaban..." Fudge blinked, his increasingly slow brain unable to process the information.

"Yes, Azkaban," Umbridge repeated patiently. "We have so many Dementors, why do we have to have so many Striker? Freeing up these people completely is a powerful move for us."

"…That makes sense, and…hiccup…and then what?"

"Then set up a striker management organization that is absolutely obedient to you. In the name of maintaining social order, separate them from the Execution Department, which will reasonably weaken Bones' power." Umbridge said excitedly.

Fudge's drunkenness also subsided briefly, his eyes regained a little clarity, and his stuck brain began to work.

"That's a good idea," he said, and put the few remaining bottles of wine on the coffee table. "You do it. I'll give you a week."

"I will definitely help you!" Umbridge said in a shrill voice with a little girl's voice, "You have a good rest, I will find someone to take care of this matter!"

She attentively handed Fudge another bottle of wine and the documents that had been prepared, watched him stagger and sign his name, and then rushed out of the office like a flash.

But just before she opened the door, Fudge's voice sounded from behind her: "Let Pierce cooperate with you. The two of you should work on this together. Report the progress every day."

Umbridge stood there in a daze, and slowly turned her head. She felt that Fudge's eyes were cold to the bone for a moment, but soon turned back to his drunken appearance.

"Yes, I understand, Minister." She lowered her head respectfully to hide her inner panic.

Pius Thicknesse, who had become another Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic two months ago, was at the same level as her.

The difference was that this thin wizard with a high forehead had followed Fudge earlier than her.

This made her feel threatened.

"Go ahead. I need to rest. Tell the people outside not to come in and disturb me before three o'clock in the afternoon."

Fudge waved lazily, and Umbridge retreated to the door trembling and thoughtful.

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On the other side, in Amelia's office, Lynn and she had heard the conversation in the minister's office clearly.

Amelia sighed and said, "You are right. These people will do anything to gain their little power. You are right... What should I do now?"

"Let her transfer the person, but you have to argue with her repeatedly about the management agency." Lin En said with a smile, "Her bottom line should be that the striker should not be transferred out of the Execution Department but be managed by both parties. You have to buy me at least two more weeks. If that doesn't work, you can use the handover as an excuse."

"Alas... this will cause trouble."

"Don't worry, nothing will go wrong. Dumbledore and I will not allow the Ministry of Magic to fall into chaos, let alone Azkaban and the prisoners there. But you must be extra careful during this period and cannot make any mistakes - you are already the backbone of the Ministry and a thorn in Voldemort's side."

"Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble," Amelia said. "I'll live in the Ministry of Magic until everything is settled, so that's safe."

"That would be the best, but you should remember to keep them in a hidden place with you." Lin En took out a few alchemical dolls that were cast with a shrinking spell. "If something goes wrong, they can at least buy time. I will be there soon."

"dong dong dong"

As he was speaking, there was a knock on the door, followed by Umbridge's disgusting voice.

"Amelia, it's me, Dolores, and I have a new order from the Minister to give you."

"I'll leave this to you. I'll be leaving first." Lin En did not linger any longer. He disappeared from the spot as stealthily as he came, leaving only the puppet on the table.

Amelia adjusted her mood, put away the doll, and calmly opened the door.

"Please come in. I have a lot of things to do. If you have anything to do with work, please come as soon as possible."

"Of course, of course...it won't take too long."

Before the conversation began, Umbridge had already assumed a victorious posture, waving the document in her hand as if it were an imperial sword.

But Amelia was ready.

there is always a solution to a problem.

Chapter 539: Destruction and Establishment

January 1th, fifth floor of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

"Frank Longbottom, Alice Longbottom, on behalf of the Department of Magical Injuries and Maladies, I announce that according to the results of the last examination, you have fully recovered and can be discharged."

As the Longbottom family waited, Amanda said seriously, holding the final inspection report in her hand.

"Thank you, Ms. Sever!" Neville, who had been waiting for this day for too long, cheered immediately.

Amanda asked the other therapists to continue their ward rounds. She walked over to Frank and Alice and said softly, "Lynn couldn't come today because of something important. He asked me to congratulate you and to welcome you back on his behalf on behalf of Stargazers."

She took out two mottled badges from her pocket. On them were engraved tiny numbers 3 and 4 that were no longer clear.

"Thank you, Amanda." Alice said with a smile, "You have worked so hard these days to take care of our family."

"I saw it in the newspaper. What he's busy with must be related to the Ministry of Magic's recent arrangements - if I'm not mistaken, it should be Azkaban and the Death Eaters inside."

After more than half a month of recuperation, Frank's body has recovered to a large extent, and his spirit is completely different from that day. When he speaks, his eyes are bright and full of vigor, making Amanda think for a moment that she has returned to more than ten years ago.

But she neither admitted nor denied it. She just smiled and returned the two badges to the couple.

"I am not at liberty to reveal what the Chief is doing, but I am sure you will soon be able to get direct answers from him."

"After all these years, he's still the same, a little too cautious. Well, I won't make it difficult for you. I'll go ask him in person later - and find him a job by the way."

Frank laughed silently and turned around to take a last look at every corner of the ward.

It was in this small space that he and his wife spent what should have been the prime thirteen years of their lives.

Suddenly it was like a long dream, but the price of this dream was too heavy, so that two outstanding Aurors with bright futures wasted their most precious time.

But if you look at it from another perspective, at least judging by the results, the couple can be said to have turned a disaster into a blessing.

Seeing her husband remained silent, Alice stepped forward, held Amanda's hand, and said enthusiastically, "We'll go back first. I hope you can come to my house and try my cooking. I hope you haven't regressed too much over the years."

"I'll be sure to tell everyone." Amanda smiled and gave her a big hug, followed by Neville and Augusta, and finally Frank, who looked thoughtful.

Walking out of the ward and out of the hospital, this time I am no longer sneaking out to look for someone, but truly welcoming a new stage of life.

The hospital was crowded with family members, old friends, and former colleagues from the Ministry of Magic.

They all wanted to pay tribute to the heroic couple.

Even the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes had a team sent ahead to prepare for possible mass gatherings and Muggle problems.

This was bound to make the front page of the Daily Prophet, even overshadowing another breaking news.

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On the other side, Malfoy Manor.

Narcissa was leading Draco, who was still feeling a little depressed, to pack things for the new semester. He had been under tremendous psychological pressure for the past six months and did not even stay in school to attend the dance.

Snape's several attempts to persuade him didn't have much effect. After all, facing Voldemort's death threat was too much for a fourteen-year-old young man.

Especially a young man who has been pampered and grown up in a honey pot.

The mother and son silently packed the clothes and teaching aids they were going to use, and stuffed the bulky textbooks and magic books into the box. There was not much conversation during this time - Narcissa wanted to say more to her son, but Draco was not talkative.

The room was filled with a low pressure, and the house-elves didn't dare to approach and could only watch from afar.

In the study on the other side of the manor, Lucius Malfoy's expression was not much better than his son's.

"If the Ministry of Magic really does remove all the strikers from Azkaban, those Dementors alone won't be able to stop anyone."

He held up a three-day-old copy of the Daily Prophet and said excitedly, "Next Wednesday is the deadline. What should we do if something goes wrong? You have to find a solution!"

"Of course I will find a way, Lucius." Lynn leaned back in the soft armchair with a relaxed look, "Answer me a question first - who contacted Umbridge directly, bypassing you and the dead Avery?"

"Umbridge?!" Lucius's eyes changed. "I haven't heard anything about her. Could it be... that he found a new middleman?"

"It's possible. Tell me what you know." Lin En was not surprised and said calmly.

"To be honest, I don't know much because the last time I had contact with Batty was nearly a month ago and no one has contacted me since then - but I heard one thing."

Lucius lowered his voice subconsciously, "Someone saw some strange messengers. This may be related to the matter of Umbridge you mentioned. But I am a little worried. If he doesn't trust me..."

He was so perceptive that he had already smelled the danger. Lin En was also well aware of his worries. He did not rush to speak, but instead picked up a small snack and chewed it slowly.

After he finished the snack, he said calmly, "You are safe now and in the future. This is my promise."

Lucius let out a sigh of relief. Even though it was just a verbal promise, in his eyes it was more trustworthy than anything written in black and white.

"Lynn, you are such a loyal friend! Is there anything I can do for you? You know, I am just as loyal and trustworthy to you. You can trust me completely."

"Of course I know, Lucius. We are friends, and we have done great things together." Lynn smiled and looked into those gray eyes. "I have something small to trouble you with."

"Just tell me, I can do anything!"

"It's not that complicated. First, I want you to help me keep an eye on Umbridge and Fudge's officials. Record their suspicious actions and report them every day, using different owls to send them to Hogwarts."

"No problem, I'm always with them, and Umbridge has always tried to curry favor with me - but she's been cold lately. Maybe she really has hooked up with that guy?" Lucius frowned.

"We can't rule out this possibility, so keep an eye on her and show your kindness to her appropriately without being too abrupt. Help Fudge solve his financial problem, but leave room for her to embezzle. I don't need to teach you the details here, right?" Lynn said with a smile.

"Of course not. I know it very well." Lucius was relieved and patted his chest and said, "Anything else?"

"The second thing is that I want you to investigate those former Death Eaters who may be involved in this matter and find out who the contact person is. This is more important than the first thing."

"Don't worry, they can't do it perfectly. I will definitely find the problem."

"I feel relieved when you say that. I can't see Draco here. Ask him to find a suitable time to meet me in the office and I will talk to him."

"!"

Since it was about his most beloved only son, Lucius was extremely surprised. He grabbed Lynn's hand and thanked her repeatedly, and almost swore to do the task assigned by Lynn.

This was exactly what Lynn intended. He had already figured out Lucius's temperament.

After a few polite words, he left as quietly as he had come and returned to his home in Birmingham.

Euphemia has been waiting for a long time.

There is another guest.

Chapter 540 The way forward

Euphemia was sitting on the sofa, reading Rowena's letter while waiting, occasionally writing and drawing on the paper.

Helga's soul also slowly popped its head out from another notebook on the table, chatting and laughing with her, and occasionally giving her a word or two of advice.

Although their paths to magic were different and even quite different, they were best friends after all, and Helga was one of the people in the world who understood Rowena's magic best.

What constitutes Rowena's magic system is not the absolute skills of Helga, nor the magic of Salazar, but countless exquisite spells. However, what is really important is the concept hidden behind the spells - infinite creativity.

The intelligent and lively Euphemia has an unparalleled talent in this area, but she is not exactly the same as Rowena.

The path she is exploring is a new path that is based on creativity, not quantity, but the deep development of a small number of spells.

This was exactly what Helga wanted, and she was very interested in getting some advice.

But this was obviously not her main purpose today, nor was it what Euphemia was thinking about.

Seeing Lin En's figure suddenly appear, Euphemia immediately put down Rowena's notebook and walked forward with concern.

"Did everything go well today? Did anything go wrong in Azkaban? Are you feeling well?"

"It's not like we're fighting that noseless old guy, so nothing will happen." Lynn laughed dumbly, "It's just that as expected, we didn't get much useful information from Lucius, so I asked him to keep an eye on him. What did Dumbledore say?"

"He didn't get anything either. The opponent was very cautious this time and hasn't caught anyone alive." Euphemia said, "It's good that you're fine. Sit down quickly and let Helga help you take another look."

"Okay, thank you for your help, Helga." Lin En took off his coat, took out the golden cup and put it on the table. "I feel like I have almost recovered, faster than expected. Although Leviathan's soul repair magic is very insidious, it cannot be said to be completely worth learning from."

"I think so too, but you should close your eyes for now. I'll check it out." Helga smiled and floated into the air, drawing out the magic power of the golden cup. She placed both hands on Lin's head at the same time, "Relax your mind."

The pale golden fluorescence flickered, spreading out from Helga's hands.

Pure magic energy radiates a soothing wave.

Lin En's body also exuded magical power of the same origin, and the two echoed each other, like lighting a soft oil lamp.