Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The authority as the Head of the Auror Office.

His opposition to Umbridge meant that he didn't care about the lives of his men as much as he said he did.

—We're pretty much the same, Scrimgeour.

Umbridge raised her thin eyebrows, looking confident of victory. Her brilliant smile made her face wrinkle: "The Ministry of Magic needs managers who are brave and resourceful, not reckless bull-like men. Mr. Scrimgeour, you have to admit that you are not the one who suffers the most in this matter."

The woman turned the conversation to her boss.

"My dear Minister, Mr. Cornelius Fudge is the saddest. He watched seven Aurors fall in front of him and was powerless to do anything. Don't you think he is sad?"

Cornelius Fudge looked 'appropriately' sad.

"We don't need a raging bull." Umbridge walked around the table lecturing.

It's not enough to just show off your courage for a moment.

Otherwise, why not let the most powerful Auror be the Minister?

For wisdom, they have to rely on their brains.

"I don't know how many of you agree with Mr. Scrimgeour's proposal. Please stand up and let me see." Umbridge sent a very sharp and threatening word clearly into the ears of the important officials: "Those who agree with Mr. Scrimgeour's proposal can go now."

Where to go?

Umbridge pointed at the wall: "The dark wizard is next door. You have your wands with you, don't you?" The woman smiled and puffed out her chest, making a 'please' gesture: "Take the Aurors with you and have a big fight with the villain. Let's see if your spell can work on him? Or, just agree to his request for the time being..."

Quiet.

No one spoke.

"The existence of people like you is the root of the Ministry's corruption." Scrimgeour's anger came to an end, and he calmed down. He stood up and left the table, looking at the directors who bowed their heads and said nothing: "You should be ashamed of your decision today."

Umbridge watched the old man slam the door and storm out with a standard smile on her face.

rot?

What to some people is rottenness, to her, is health.

Dolores Jane Umbridge.

She is the eldest daughter in the family and a 'good' sister to her squib brother.

Her father worked in the Ministry of Magic as a pig, and her mother was frivolous and slovenly - and a Muggle. When she was 17 years old and became a low-level intern in the Office for the Prohibition of the Abuse of Magic, she discovered that she had a talent buried in her blood that was more outstanding than magic:

She found that she felt like a fish in water here.

She puts on the mask of an ordinary person and holds power at the core of the system; she wields complex and enormous authority to seize benefits for those around her; when the benefits expand infinitely, more little guys who come here smelling the meat will rush to squeeze into her team.

He is eager for power, so he will do anything to get it. He is ambitious and almost cold-blooded.

The heart of the sinister and evil person is completely twisted.

Before being promoted to this position, she even tried her best to start a relationship with her boss - she didn't care who the partner was. Don't be ridiculous, once she has a partner of a strong rank, her position will be more secure.

Unfortunately, few people take her efforts and ambitions seriously.

Except Cornelius Fudge.

She incited and bewitched this fragile old man to make her own power more intimidating.

At least, no one dared to whisper that her father was a low-level clerk, and no one dared to discuss her actual mixed-race origin!

She was pureblood, she had to be.

Umbridge twisted her fat body and came to the minister's seat with a sad face, bending down to look at him inappropriately.

"Cornelly, I am willing to be the 'blamed' person. For the safety of the Ministry of Magic, so that no Aurors will be hurt."

She rubbed the corners of her eyes without tears: "Let me go and negotiate."

Cornelius Fudge was very satisfied.

He stood up, pulling Umbridge up with him, and patted her shoulder.

"This is a forced decision... Dolores Umbridge. Are you sure you want to exercise your power as Deputy Minister so capriciously? You know, I don't really agree with peace talks. I'm even angrier than Scrimgeour. I even want to grab my wand and go to the next door to hit him -"

"Of course." Umbridge blinked and found an opportunity to interrupt Cornelius: "Just let me go. I believe I can handle this 'little' matter properly."

A group of important officials hesitated and disagreed, but finally accepted Umbridge's decision "reluctantly".

——As if he had suffered a great humiliation.

In the other room, Imhotep was playing with the tea set out of boredom until the woman walked in with her head held high, looking like she was going to die.

"I think we need to talk, sir."

Chapter 90 The Eternal Disappearance

"There is no chance of the Ministry apologizing."

The two of them sat facing each other, with a small round black wooden coffee table between them. Umbridge nonchalantly ordered someone to change the tea set and make tea.

There was no sign of the frown that had appeared on his face just now due to fear.

"Mr. Cornelius Fudge can't, and neither can I. No senior official can." Umbridge picked up the cup and looked at him with a smile: "But we are still sorry for what happened to you and your friends - Mr. Immorton, is it possible for us to solve this matter in another way? After you release our Aurors."

Imhotep folded his hands and watched her drink tea slowly: "So I can't get what I want?"

"All you want is to beat them up, Imhotep. Let me do it."

Imhotep took off his headphones and placed them on the wooden table, tapping with his fingers: A few seconds later, a very friendly adult female voice appeared in the room.

"Hello, Madam Umbridge."

"I'm Hera."

The sound echoed in the spacious room.

"You need Imhotep to release the trapped Aurors and keep it under wraps; in return, we can get some 'apology'."

Umbridge stared at the little black thing in surprise:

“Oh… this is…?”

"Why not add a little more chips?" Hera's smiling voice was broadcast: "We will provide you with a hundred pounds of high-purity gold as personal support."

"I think you know what 'individual' means."

"Besides, I don't think you would mind 'making friends' with a wizard who can defeat multiple Aurors in an instant."

Umbridge did not answer. She was shocked by the amount of gold, but because of the number, she could not believe the sound coming from the black thing in front of her.

"Hera can represent me."

Imhotep nodded.

She stuttered a little: "Okay...how do you prove that, that one hundred you said..." She didn't care about those idiots trapped in the sand.

"You'll see them within twenty minutes of making the deal."

gold…

Converted to Galleons, this number...

Umbridge smiled even more: "What do you need from me?"

you.

It was undoubtedly a very smart move on her part not to ask who she was talking to.

——The person who can come up with so much gold is definitely not an ordinary person.

——It seems that this matter is not just about the Blood Curse Orcs.

There must be some organization behind this rude man.

Hera seemed to have known that she would agree. She said slowly, "Two simple things, Ms. Umbridge."

"First: amend a certain law."

"Second: Charms, Potions and Forbidden Secrets - I want every detailed record of the Ministry's collection. All of it."

Simple...right?

Umbridge's smile remained unchanged, but she shook her head: "Modify the magical laws?"

“Do you know how difficult this is?”

"Do you know how many Galleons a hundred pounds of high-purity gold is worth?"

The fat woman in pink fell silent.

she knows.

After doing this once, she will almost never have to worry about money again.

Seeing the woman's expression constantly changing, Imhotep smiled and shook his head: "One hundred pounds... they are really poor, how much is this?"

This demon has never been poor - according to Ansuna, if one day Arrietty doesn't want to "borrow money" from the witch, she can ask her husband to go out and borrow it: by establishing a religion.

'The gods need your gold.'

Ding Ling clang.

It's that simple for Mr. Imhotep who is familiar with it...

"I want to know which one you need to change?" Umbridge crossed her legs. In the blink of an eye, she had already decided to betray her position in her heart - it's not like she had never done it before. The reason she was struggling was because of the second request.

"There are some laws that even Cornelius Fudge cannot interfere with. They require a collective vote by the Wizengamot."

"I won't embarrass you, Madam Umbridge. I have no interest in your games."

Hera smiled and said, "It's about the regulations on 'half-bloods' and 'blood-cursed orcs' - you seem to have never recognized the human identity of these half-blood creatures and treated them as animals, right? I want you to change this law and recognize their human identity."

This is... not difficult.

For Dolores Umbridge, all she had to do was spend some time visiting Fudge, drinking tea, giving him something he liked, and then... hinting at the 'benefits' that the law would bring him.

It's that easy.

The laws surrounding these magical creatures receive as little attention as the magical creatures themselves.

Not to mention the 'dirty' hybrid creatures.

Some were not noted in the text, while others were noted but were rejected by them.

Very simple.

"We'll think of a reason."

"I offer you this excuse. A letter, Ms. Umbridge. You received a letter from a little reader, in which she told some... little stories about poor magical creatures? I believe you know what I mean, and you also know how to give some credit to this little reader for the amendment of the bill."

Umbridge raised an eyebrow: "No problem."

"Great, you've gained 50 pounds."

The other 50 pounds is more troublesome.

"The spell and potion records are fine, but the forbidden secret you mentioned is -"

Hera called up the previous records.

"When I came here, I heard a word, 'Savior', Madam Umbridge, can you tell me what it means?"

"Those are all false rumors." Umbridge said disdainfully: "Two children...wait. Aren't you from the wizarding world?" She suddenly realized.

Savior, everyone in the magic world knows him.

So, where did these two people come from?

"Obviously. You can continue." Hera was too lazy to make up a story.

"Not true, those wizards made up a story out of fear..." The deputy minister was obviously disgusted by the rumor. She picked up the exquisite teacup and took a sip of tea: "Well... two poor children. You want to know their story? Boring, bad past and a worthless girl..."

"I know her better than you do. Madam Umbridge, what I want to know is where these rumors about the Savior came from."

"Prophecy ball?"

"That's the secret I want, you see? Something like that or some old record - anything you deem valuable. I'll value it for what you deliver to me: if you want more gold, you should try harder."

Then you have to go to the ninth floor.