Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Department of Mysteries.

The Hall of the Brain; the Hall of the Dead; the Hall of Time; the Hall of Love - to be frank, Umbridge was not qualified for any of these positions.

The only ones who can move there are the Silent Ones.

The only things that can be sealed there are the forbidden, most dangerous spells and experimental records...

"Although I don't know how the Ministry of Magic operates, I think it should be similar to Muggles? Only with enough Galleons can you make more people your supporters. And gold..." Hera's voice was very soft, but the temptation in her words was heavy.

“…I’ll give it a try.”

Umbridge raised her carefully drawn eyebrows and smiled brightly and sincerely: "Try your best..."

"I'm beginning to like you, Madam Deputy Minister."

"We have an agreement?"

"of course."

"That's great. We don't have to activate the second plan."

What...what second plan?

"Ask Asha to demolish the Ministry of Magic and establish a new order. But there is an 82% chance that she will get bored. Compared with the current method, it is not conducive to the growth of the target servants. I am glad that the Ministry of Magic has a group of enthusiastic and kind officials like you."

...Umbridge looked at Imhotep blankly, with a look that said 'She's kidding, right?'

Imhotep nodded dryly: "...It's just a joke."

It is best.

If anything went wrong and Ansuna found out, he would have to be a couch potato for a month.

"Excuse me, can I ask..."

After a whole negotiation (deal), Umbridge finally mentioned this part.

Avery, Femi, and... go find their Aurors.

Where did they all go?

Dolores Umbridge had guessed, but she didn't ask directly.

The woman only mentioned it vaguely: "Earlier, two important members of the Ministry of Magic 'ran into the Muggle world' without permission and disappeared a day later. We sent a small team of Aurors to search for them... but they also disappeared one after another."

Imhotep widened his eyes in confusion: "Missing?"

Umbridge hesitated: "They can't die, they are the backbone of the Ministry of Magic."

“Missing is not death.”

"Of course, as long as they are not 'really dead'." The woman understood the hint in Imhotep's words and smiled again. "Maybe they are having a good time somewhere."

Disappear forever and take a long vacation.

A glorious and great sacrifice for the Ministry of Magic.

Chapter 91 Vulgar Hints

"Recently, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge revealed in his speech that the Ministry of Magic will begin work on amending Articles 17 and 39 of the Magical Creatures Act next month."

"He said: Any half-humanoid creature with human form and certified by the Ministry of Magic is eligible to obtain the same social status and rights as wizards (including Muggles); Senior Deputy Minister Dolores Umbridge also called for: We should focus on this group of people who have been at the bottom of society and have difficult lives for many years - if I didn't know that the gem earrings she wore were worth thirty-one Galleons."

"Obviously, this is another major decision for the Ministry of Magic."

"The reason for initiating this amendment came from a questionable letter. According to Ms. Dolores Umbridge, it was sent by a 'lucky' child. In the letter, she recorded her daily life with several humanoid hybrids, and expressed the hope that the Ministry of Magic would pay special attention to such vulnerable groups."

"Before I comment, I want to make one thing clear to everyone: Fantastic Beasts are not humans, even if they look like them."

"I can't imagine having a meal in the same room with the horses. Even if they wash their hooves and butts very cleanly."

"After I interviewed several hybrid creatures, an inevitable fact lies before you:"

"Except for their appearance, the humanoid hybrids are completely different from humans."

"As a wife, would you like to see a veela among your husband's colleagues? As a mother, would you like to see your child attending class next to a werewolf?"

"Not to mention the brutal half-giants and blood-cursed orcs."

"I'm very suspicious of the Ministry's reason for changing this law - the reason is actually a letter from a child?"

"The 'lucky' child that Ms. Dolores Umbridge repeatedly emphasized obviously refers to the one who 'survived a disaster'. I don't know what kind of deal this girl, who is less than eleven years old, has reached with the officials of the Ministry of Magic to try to make these notorious and dangerous creatures come out of the shadows and stand in the sun openly."

"Perhaps the Ministry of Magic's next move will require the support of this so-called 'vulnerable group', and Mr. Cornelius Fudge, who is old enough to be my grandfather, obeys the orders of a girl under the age of eleven—"

“It’s a very close friendship.”

"Who dares to continue guessing?"

"This newspaper will continue to follow up on the progress. Maybe one day, you will see a romantic photo of a grandfather hugging his granddaughter."

"Special correspondent Rita Skeeter reports."

boom.

The crumpled newspaper was slammed hard on the table, with two corners and the lower half damaged, which showed how angry the person who was reading it was at the time.

"Dumbledore, you better take a look."

Snape's look was dangerous.

He saw the report this morning and no longer cared about winning or losing the bet.

This Rita Skeeter clearly hinted between the lines that Cornelius Fudge and Harry Potter had an improper relationship.

How dare she? !

"The mouthpiece of the Ministry of Magic only needs to convey the information that the Ministry of Magic wants to tell the public." Dumbledore pinched the legs of his glasses and pulled them up. He stretched out the newspaper and smoothed it, then read it carefully. "Oh... As for the way of conveying, there are many ways."

Superb wisdom, cold moral sense and extraordinary courage.

This young lady reporter is really good at catching people's eyes.

Albus Dumbledore smiled, not caring at all about the slanderous words written in the Daily Prophet.

Outside the window there was the sound of waves rolling and birds chirping.

Someone is obviously on vacation.

"Your...conclusion. Is that she writes really well...?"

The vertical lines on Snape's forehead were squeezed into a deep groove. "You should understand... this will affect her..." It should be said that the man knew the consequences too well - he himself was a victim of a similar situation. The young wizards were fine, he knew how some adult wizards would look at Harry when she really entered the wizarding world.

Rita Skeeter…

"Severus."

Dumbledore lowered his chin and raised his eyes: "Sooner or later she will have to learn to face the rumors calmly. This is the inevitable path of her destiny."

“She didn’t need it…”

Snape stared at the kind-looking old man: "It's too early... Dumbledore..."

Dumbledore's glasses reflected curiosity.

"Severus, you didn't show this much concern for Harry before you went to see him."

Severus Snape: ...

You see someone else in her, don't you, kid?

Dumbledore sighed very gently, tapped the table, and took out a set of tea.

The hot steam blurred the view of the two people.

"Besides, this matter is not entirely the fault of the reporter." The old man changed a kind of tea today. But... whatever. Snape didn't care what to drink. "Of course, it's not the Ministry of Magic."

He knew Fudge. Cornelius Fudge would never mention the words "savior" or "survivor" on his own initiative.

It was done by Mori Yuesha.

"What does she want to do?"

The old man raised his shoulders playfully and said, "How should I know? Advanced creatures that are almost immortal always have their own ideas. There are many little guys around her who give her 'advice'. Maybe she herself doesn't know it? For Harry, this matter is not all bad."

There are still some good ones.

It was just this part that Dumbledore didn't like very much.

That’s right, the old man saw through the purpose of the person who manipulated this matter at a glance.

I don't know if that person understands that if he rashly pushes Harley onto this path, if she takes a wrong step, it will be...

Another Voldemort.

He didn't much like this kind of madness - or the lawless, chaotic way of doing things.

Snape's expression remained unchanged as he sneered, "You can't stop it at all."

Dumbledore knew, however.

"We are all the same, Severus. Just like an unarmed Muggle facing a battle-hardened Auror; now I am that Muggle." Dumbledore lowered his eyes, shook his sleeves, stretched out his two big hands and began to rummage through the pile of messy documents on the table.

He has been busy basking in the sun and enjoying the sea breeze recently, and has not dealt with many things.

"I remember it was here..."

"let me see…"

Ahaha, found it.

A blue letter.

"The Ministry gave it to me."

"A letter from - Senior Undersecretary Dolores Umbridge." Dumbledore opened the cover and handed the letter to the man opposite him: "She specifically asked me about a man named 'Imorton'."

Snape lowered his head and glanced at the candlelight: "'We had a cordial and friendly conversation'..." After a few seconds, he folded it hastily and threw it back to Dumbledore: "Imorton? He was the one who invaded the Ministry of Magic and ordered those greedy pigs to amend the law?"

Dumbledore said nothing, folded the letter and put it back into the envelope.

"Again, creatures from other worlds..."

Facing Snape's question, Dumbledore shook his head: "He is not. Severus, I know some things are hard to believe. But this gentleman... I think you should be able to find some information about him."

"Go back and check, and if you find anything... try to believe it."

The eyes behind the half-moon mirror are meaningful.

"I'll give you a hint. The history of ancient Egypt."

Snape hummed dryly, paused for a few seconds, and then talked about another thing that worried him: "Rita Skeeter... I don't think she will... give up."

He flipped through the woman's previous manuscripts. Judging from her habit, she would come to visit him soon.

Cornelius Fudge, Dolores Umbridge, Harry Potter.

Of the three, Harley was the easiest to 'interview'.

"False statements... That little idiot... He doesn't know how his words will be twisted into something else."

Dumbledore repeats Snape's words playfully: "'Little fool'...little, fool, fool? Severus, when did you invent a word that is both sarcastic and cute?"

Snape:…

"Go on with your sunbathing."

When he arrived at the beach, Mr. Bat, who was still wrapped tightly in his robe, stood up with his robe lifted.

"Attention, Daily News… Dumbledore. You'll be seeing her interview soon."

The old man was only concerned with the swimming ring and beach pants hanging on the wall.

"Humph."

Come in a hurry and leave in a hurry.

In the small villa by the sea, Dumbledore leisurely picked up the teacup and stared at himself in the light brown tea.

Rita Skeeter.

He murmured, "I hope you will be...prudent."