Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

It is obvious that Mr. Priest is judging others by his own standards.

What fun can there be in the Ministry of Magic?

"You should have asked me in advance, Imhotep. I wouldn't have let you make a wasted trip. According to the information, people in the wizarding world are very poor - compared to the 'Muggles' they call them, these wizards are almost beggars."

"Maybe all you can ask for is an apology?"

Imhotep: ...

What's the use of apologizing?

The small gems and jewelry I want...?

"Oh, no." Hera's words were very ruthless: "If you had asked me in advance, I would have suggested that you go to Gringotts."

——Nonsense. Then he acted on his own...haha.

"Asha won't be angry. Maybe after blowing up Gringotts, we can build a bank of our own."

——Who are you kidding? The witch hates this kind of trouble the most.

You are not kind at all, Hera.

Why do you like to pit your own people?

"Because I'm bored too. I don't have a body like you do."

"If I heard correctly, you are...jealous?" Imhotep smiled: "I don't know much about 'Internet' and 'AI'. Even though I have followed the witch for so long, I still feel a little unfamiliar with the so-called modern technology - do you want to hear my advice?"

Hera hummed.

"Have you noticed that the witch's memory is..."

"Um."

"Have you noticed that the witch's thoughts are very jumpy..."

"Um."

"She's kind of the type that can't be distracted..."

"Um."

"The result is that we often come up with things that make people..."

"Um."

"By the way, our conversation is recorded."

"I mean, the witch is such a beautiful girl with such a good figure, and her mind is so active and creative... She is so likable..."

"I was just kidding."

Imhotep: ...

I can see you're really bored, Hera.

"What do you want to 'suggest' me?"

"Actually, it was Ansuna's suggestion." Imhotep curled his lips: "I heard from Ansuna that you were making a bet with Nagini - just do this for you in the future. I'm not pessimistic, Hera. If the witch has to personally invite new servants every time..."

You want to travel with me...

——Small cookies?

——Wow, there are red beans on top!!

——You want to...

——What was I about to say just now?

Hera was silent for a moment: "...Ansuna is right."

"So, do you want to try it?"

Hera didn't care. Moreover, as a being that existed in the form of nothingness, she was indeed more suitable than the servants who had entities.

"Give it a try, so you don't have to keep watching us. Oh, if there's nothing to cheat here..."

If he couldn't extort money, Imhotep would have made a wasted trip - he didn't come here to kill, otherwise it wouldn't have been better to let Arrietty and the others follow him.

The man was greatly disappointed.

"Ask me in advance next time, Imhotep. The social structure of the wizarding world is very strange - I have captured some traces on the Internet. After comparing the data, I found that the wizards' financial system... is like a child's game..."

Hera sighed: "Give me a small portion of Asa's savings and manpower to manipulate, I can collapse their economic system in the blink of an eye and control these idiots who gesture with small branches."

Imhotep looked strange: "But..."

"Yes, but."

Both the man and the AI ​​said the transition word at the same time.

"But Asa will squeal like a pig." Hera added what Imhotep didn't dare to say.

'Hey that's so slow, Arrietty, let's go rob!'

That's probably the result.

"You have to admit that the witch and Arrietty's method is indeed the fastest."

Imhotep wanted to laugh when he thought of the scene where Mori Yuesha ran with Arrietty on her back and Nagini chased after her. "After all, the witch's money was borrowed by Arrietty with great difficulty, sword by sword."

"As long as Asha likes it." Hearing that Imhotep was thinking about turning back, Hera stopped the man: "Since you are here, just go. By the way, I also have something to do with the person in charge of the Ministry of Magic."

Imhotep stopped and said, "…When did you have something to do?"

"Just now." The voice coming from the headset sounded innocent: "It was you and Ansuna who suggested that I do HR, regarding Harry Potter. I want to talk to those in power."

So now I can't just beat them up, I also have to be responsible for the negotiations?

"Let me do it." Hera also gently gave Imhotep a small suggestion: "You are not as sensitive to wealth as a pig is to its tail. I sincerely suggest that you don't do something similar next time: leave it to Arrietty, you are not suitable, Mr. High Priest."

Why do you say that? After all, he was once second only to one person...

"It only took you a few years to enter the ranks of senior monks, with a smooth journey to the top, serving the gods. Gold and gems are just icing on the cake for you: you used them to woo Ansuna, right? I really don't think you have enough sensitivity in this area. Nagini is more suitable than you."

"I got a lot of good stuff from the Pharaoh. Hamunatta, you knew that when you counted it."

Imhotep shook his head.

"If you think that touching an overdeveloped chest and sincerely saying, 'The gods need these gems' counts as that."

Imhotep wandered around and found himself lost: "I can't seem to convince anyone, Hera."

Hera's voice was gentle and comforting: "But you have self-knowledge."

Imhotep also replied in a kind voice: "I still have a body, electronic girl."

He brushed off his neatly-made suit and knocked on the lacquered wooden door.

There is a black sign with gold foil hanging on it.

"Deputy Secretary"

Dolores Umbridge

"Just pick one."

Chapter 86 Toad Lady

As soon as the finger bones touched the wood, the door gave a strangely sweet greeting.

"Good afternoon, please come in."

Imhotep froze.

sound…

It's so cloying.

He scratched his neck and turned his head to look around - what if an unlucky person appeared?

If I had known earlier, I would have asked someone. Who would have known that the internal situation would be so complicated.

Behind the wooden door was a very spacious office: the sign on the door read, Senior Deputy Minister.

It sounds like it’s second only to the minister, right?

The overall decoration is pink.

Decorative gold and pink covered the walls, floors and overhead; cats, cats, all kinds of carriers, all kinds of cats.

Porcelain plates hang from the gilded wall, extending from the ceiling to the floor; the curtains are light rose red, and the high-backed queen chairs are coral red. The walls are peach pink, and the tabletops are decorated with princess-style tea sets and porcelain vases in the color of flamingos, with dwarf snow wheels and gerberas.

Imhotep honestly believed that male creatures would never hate being covered in this color.

premise…

"who are you?"

The woman in the chair was a short, fat, ugly woman: she had a broad, flabby face, short curly hair, a pretentious expression, and a high-pitched, thin voice.

She was wearing a pink, custom-made women's uniform, which almost blended into the room with the pink background.

"who are you?"

She calmly put down the teacup and looked up and down at the man who strode in.

"I don't think you saw the sign at the door, big fool." Umbridge tapped the teacup with her pink fingernails, jingling and scolding the burly man who looked like he was not in a high position: "The Auror Department is not on this floor. Who is your boss? Didn't he teach you not to come up unless necessary?"

"Ms. Dolores Umbridge…?"

Imhotep walked to the desk and tried to match the nameplate on the table with the person.

"Of course I am." Umbridge said with a haughty 'hmm' and raised her face. Although she was sitting, her aura was no less than that of a man who was nearly two meters tall: "I don't think you know me, kid. I'm the Senior Undersecretary, the one you know."

She lightly skipped over the word "deputy", but emphasized and stayed on the word "minister" for a long time.

child?

Imhotep looked strange.

"You don't know me? I guess I need to have a good chat with your boss." He stood up from his chair pretentiously, shaking the non-existent dust from his cuffs. "I'm Dolores Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary. You should be able to find me in the book The Great Hundred that was distributed when you first joined the company - page 72, kid."

In fact, only two necessary manuals will be issued upon joining the company.

One is the Ministry of Magic Statute of Secrecy, and the other is a tool manual for different departments and responsibilities.

The so-called "The Great Hundred" was just printed spontaneously by a minister who was persuaded.

Umbridge was of course on the list.

The 100 most 'outstanding' wizards since the establishment of the Ministry of Magic.

"I'm on page 72 - you didn't receive it?" Umbridge misunderstood the man's surprised expression: "Oh...oh. Well, it seems that some people are used to disobeying orders and don't care about the things the minister has told them to do."

Imhotep didn't want to discuss bureaucracy with her. He had grown tired of it three thousand years ago.

"Take me to your minister, old Toad."

"…I'm sorry, what did you say?" Umbridge couldn't believe what she heard: "Child, what did you say just now?"

Imhotep tugged at the shirt that was sticking out of his sleeves impatiently: "Take me to your minister, Madam Deputy Minister. I don't have time to waste listening to you talk about your 'great achievements', leave it to others. Now, take me there."

Anyone who spends a long time with Mori Yuesha will be affected. In the past, Imhotep would never describe someone as an 'old toad' - he was still a polite priest.

Now…hmm.

Thank you for the witch's teachings?

"Kid, you are so interesting..."

The woman in powder didn't seem to have recovered. The peaceful era had not come for long, but her peaceful era had begun long ago. She had completely lost her vigilance as a wizard, and the magic flowing in her blood was not enough to issue a weak warning to the owner of the body in such evil thoughts and energy that covered the sky and the sun.

They hid away in complete silence.

"You're funny. You don't seem to understand what a 'senior deputy minister' is? Hmm? I think I must ask Mr. Connelly—"

The person backing her is the most powerful person in the Ministry of Magic.

Although she is so fat that she has no waist.