Ch 786-790

Ivan pushed away from the crowd and soon saw Professor Trelawney standing in the middle of the hall.

At this moment, she was holding a magic wand in one hand and some divination tools in the other. Her eyes were teary, her hair was very messy, her glasses were crooked, and she looked embarrassed.

And Umbridge stood in the entrance of the hall and threw two old suitcases in front of Trelawney.

"You...you can't!" Professor Trelawney looked at Umbridge and screamed with excitement, tears pouring from behind the big lenses, "You can't fire me! I've been here for sixteen years!" Ho... Hogwarts is me... my home!"

"It used to be... this was your home, but it won't be anymore!" Umbridge said arrogantly, watching Trelawney sitting down on a box and crying, her toad like a toad. A smug smile appeared on his face.

"Come on, your stay here will only embarrass us, Trelawney! The Ministry of Magic has signed an order to dismiss you, and now I ask you to leave this castle..."

Seeing Trelawney's unwillingness to leave, Umbridge impatiently reached out to Tralawney's sleeve, trying to drag her out of the hall.

The faces of the little wizards onlookers showed a little sympathy.

The eyes of the professors who looked at Umbridge were getting worse...

Although not many people like to talk all day long and curse Trelawney, who died in the same place, the fellow professors of the college saw Trelawney being forcibly driven away, and they couldn't help feeling a little bit of sadness in their hearts.

Ivan looked around, trying to find Dumbledore's figure. Now that the professor in the school has been expelled, Dumbledore, the principal, should never continue to play missing.

However, Ivan looked around and did not find the white beard in the crowd.

Ivan frowned slightly, and after a few steps back, he wanted to perform Bogut's transformation in the dark. He didn't want to see Trelawney being driven out of Hogwarts for his own reasons.

At this moment, a voice rang.

"Wait... Trelawney shouldn't leave Hogwarts!"

Trelawney paused as he stepped out of the hall, while Umbridge turned his head in dissatisfaction behind him, wanting to see who was interrupting his interest, and then he saw a serious McGonagall. The professor squeezed out of the crowd.

She walked straight to Professor Trelawney, patted her back lightly, pulled a bandanna from her robe, and sighed. "Okay, Sybil... calm down... blow your nose... things are not as bad as you think..."

"Really, Professor McGonagall?" Umbridge said with a sneer. "I need to remind you...According to the dismissal order signed by me and the Minister of Magic, which is the "Education Order No. 23"! The top investigator of Hogwarts...that is me! The right to inspect, retain and inspect Dismiss any teacher who does not meet the standards of the Ministry of Magic!"

"Yes, according to the rules and regulations, Trelawney is no longer a professor at the college..." Professor McGonagall raised his brows and said.

"If that's the case, then you should understand..." Umbridge started to speak with a throat, but before she could finish speaking, he was interrupted by McGonagall's words.

"You have the authorization from the Ministry of Magic to expel the professor. That's right, but you don't have the right to expel her from this castle, do you?"

Professor McGonagall looked back at Trelawney, who was still sobbing, and said categorically. "Although Trelawney does not have the status of a teaching professor, she can still be the principal's guest and still has the right to stay in this castle!"

Umbridge's face suddenly became ugly, and he asked word by word. "That's what Dumbledore meant? Then why didn't he come out to see me in person?"

"When Principal Dumbledore was away, I was the acting principal and was solely responsible for the internal affairs of Hogwarts!" Professor McGonagall stood in front of Trelawney and replied forcefully.

"Acting principal? I'm afraid this has not been approved by the Ministry of Magic?" Umbridge looked at McGonagall gloomily.

"According to the rules and regulations, the temporary appointment of an acting principal requires only the principal's consent!" Professor McGonagall said tit-for-tat.

"Okay, very good! Wait, the Ministry of Magic won't let you do anything wrong!" Umbridge gritted his teeth, and then continued happily as if thinking of something.

"There is also Principal Dumbledore. I have looked for him many times, but he is not in this school every time. This is a very serious dereliction of duty. I believe that the proposal to impeach him is already on Secretary Fudge's table..."

Umbridge's intimidation was not taken to heart by Professor McGonagall, she just responded indifferently. "That's something for the future, at least now you don't have the right to expel Trelawney!"

Umbridge glared at McGonagall angrily, then turned and left angrily.

There was a burst of enthusiastic applause in the auditorium, and the little wizards gathered here looked at Professor McGonagall who drove away Umbridge with admiration and admiration.

Over the past few days, Umbridge has gone against the odds at school, causing anger and resentment. Everyone is accumulating anger. Now that she is deflated, she is naturally happy!

Ivan also clapped vigorously. Umbridge was even more capable than he had imagined. After only more than two months of enrollment, the Ministry of Magic had already lost their hearts and minds.

Even the teaching professors are bored with Umbridge, so it seems that some of his plans can already be implemented.

But before that, he still needs to go to the principal's office to take a look and confirm some things!

Umbridge and the Ministry of Magic have never been taken care of by Ivan. It is easy to play Fudge. The only thing he really cares about is the movements of Dumbledore and Voldemort...

After dealing with Umbridge, Professor McGonagall waved his magic wand to release the floating spell on the suitcases, and then pulled Trelawney upstairs, who was still choking.

The crowd gathered in the auditorium quickly dispersed. On the way back to the lounge, the little wizards were still talking in twos and threes about the dispute between McGonagall and Umbridge.

"Professor McGonagall was so handsome just now, someone should have cured Umbridge long ago!" Ron recalled Umbridge's angry and helpless look, very happy.

Harry also nodded. Professor McGonagall really gave them a sigh of anger~www.mtlnovel.com~ Hermione was not as optimistic as the two of them, but thinking of the words Umbridge said before leaving, magic The Ministry deliberately impeached Dumbledore in an attempt to drive him out of Hogwarts.

If the Ministry of Magic really does this, they will face the worst situation.

Thinking about this, Hermione was a little worried. Even though she wanted to discuss a countermeasure with Ivan, when she turned her head, she found that Ivan, who was still by their side, was now gone...

...

At the same time, on the top floor of the castle, in front of the headmaster's office, Ivan tried the password again and again against the guard statue.

"Zizi honey candy~"

"Cockroach pile~"

"Crying nose! Residue~squeeze?"

...

Just when he was talking about "pumpkin juice", the stone statue suddenly shook and rose slowly, opening an entrance.

Ivan strode in. There was no one in the principal's room. Even Fox was no longer on his branches. He could only vaguely see many documents and envelopes scattered on the table. The surface was dusty. There should be no one for a long time. Take care of it.

Randomly glanced around in the principal's room, Ivan's gaze stopped for a while on two of them, and finally turned to the portraits of the principals hung on the wall and asked.

"Good afternoon, dear principals, do you know where the current principal Dumbledore has been recently? I have something very important to look for him..."

Ivan's voice reverberated continuously in the closed principal's room. Dozens of principals on the wall looked at him together, staring at him curiously but silently, only the portrait of the lady who had been watching him by the side was kind. Said.

"We don't know the whereabouts of Principal Dumbledore. He has come back several times this semester, but each time he left soon..."

The quiet principal's room suddenly became noisy, and many portraits of principals also spoke out about the current principal's dereliction of duty for a long time.

"How many times have you come back?" Ivan touched his chin, muttering to himself.

These days he often stared at the map of the point of life, but he hadn't seen Dumbledore's name at all.

I probably just missed it...

Thinking of this, Ivan looked at the principals on the wall again and asked. "Then Professor Dumbledore has any arrangements before leaving?"

The portraits shook their heads to show that they did not know.

However, Ivan was a little unwilling to give up, staring at the painting hanging on the wall on the right. Dumbledore in the portrait was drinking a cup of tea leisurely and did not participate in the discussion from beginning to end.

Perhaps he noticed Ivan's gaze, and Dumbledore in the portrait slowly put down his teacup and waved his hand at Ivan, saying that he was just a portrait and didn't know anything...

Ivan squinted his eyes, doubting.

He certainly knows that although the portraits in the magical world are active and talkative, they have no soul or thought. Everything is given by the painter.

It's a bit like a pre-set program... or artificial intelligence.

However, this portrait of Dumbledore was a bit different. The original time and space even guided Snape's actions. The legendary Gryffindor sword was hidden behind the portrait.

Therefore, Ivan suspected that the old professor secretly moved something on this painting, and it was one of the opponent's backhands at Hogwarts.

Despite this thought, Ivan had nothing to do with this portrait.

Even if a powerful magic is applied to it, it is just a painting, and the idea of ​​dementia doesn't work. The other party doesn't want to say that he can't throw it into the fireplace and burn it, right?

Ivan was somewhat depressed, but after finally coming to the principal's room, he didn't mean to go home empty-handed. Dang Even took out the meditation basin in the cabinet and said to the portraits.

"When Professor Dumbledore returns, please let me know, I will borrow the meditation basin for a few days!"

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot to have a crown! This is what the daughter of Ravenclaw wanted, so I borrowed it first!" Ivan slapped his head, suddenly remembering his promise to Helena, and raised his hand. The Ravenclaw crown hanging on the branch was also taken down.

The portraits of the principal on the wall were blowing their beards and staring, and were very dissatisfied with Ivan's act of taking two things without consent. Even Dumbledore in the portrait showed a bit of helplessness...

...

After leaving the principal's room, Ivan immediately went to the House of Requirement and temporarily stored the **** there.

After the excess magic power of the castle was emptied by him, the famous House of Requests was no longer able to respond to requests.

Fortunately, the previously generated spaces have not been destroyed, and it is easy to find a place to store items.

As for deliberately "borrowing" the Pensieve from the principal's room, of course it was to pierce the lies that the Ministry had painstakingly woven.

After all, he had promised before that he would uncover the truth for those students at the next meeting-what could be more direct and effective than witnessing Voldemort's return with his own eyes?

Of course, he will deal with these memories a little bit, because some things are inconvenient to expose after all.

"Where did Professor Dumbledore go?"

On the way back to the lounge, Ivan kept pondering this question. He couldn't even confirm whether the other party was still alive, because the portraits last saw Dumbledore appear more than a month ago.

But anyway, without Dumbledore's interference, the implementation of the plan would be less concerned.

While thinking about it, Ivan pushed the door into the bedroom. What made him feel a little curious is that Harry, Ron and others gathered on the table by the window, staring at an opened black package.

"Another package? Is it the same as last time?" Ivan stepped forward and asked.

"Yes, it was sent by the same owl." Ron nodded and replied.

Looking at the candies and small objects in the package, Ivan frowned and said with some dissatisfaction. "I should have reminded you before that you must be more cautious about this kind of three-no package and don't open it at will."

"But... the person who sent us the package should have no malice." Harry said hesitantly, and then handed a note to Ivan. "It says Umbridge already knows the Defense Against the Dark Arts Society, so let's be more careful recently."

Ivan took a look at the note unexpectedly. The content on it, as Harry said, was to make them beware of Umbridge, but it was slightly different from last time. This time it stated that the package was sent to himself of.

Just as Ivan was thinking about it, Harry, Ron, and Seamus were all together, all about guessing who had leaked the secret.

If Umbridge knew that they organized their hands to practice magic in private ~www.mtlnovel.com~, they would certainly not let them go easily.

"It must be Pansy and those Slytherins. Hermione didn't invite them at all that day... They must have secretly told Umbridge about the assembly." Ron said vowedly.

Harry and Seamus also thought it was possible.

However, unexpectedly, Ivan shook his head directly, vetoing their speculation.

"No, this matter should have nothing to do with Pansy."

Ivan knew very well that Pansy Parkinson didn't have the guts to betray him, so the news was definitely not leaked from the other side.

As for who it is, it is more difficult to say.

After all, there were too many people participating in that rally, and coupled with the absence of mandatory measures such as magic contracts, it is possible to accidentally speak out during small talk.

In fact, Ivan didn't care about the issue of the information leakage...Compared to this, he was more concerned about who sent the package.

Ivan turned his head and looked out the window. A gray-white owl was flying towards this side quickly, passing through the open window, and falling straight on his shoulder.

"Have you tracked the movement of that owl? Maca?" Ivan stretched out his hand and scratched Maca's neck, asking expectantly.

After being sent a package inexplicably last time, he asked Maca to wander around in his spare time. If an owl comes in with a strange package, he will try to follow it.

"Cuckoo~" Maca lightly pecked Ivan's cheek with his beak, jumping up and down on his shoulders, screaming incessantly.

Ivan, who had already reached the pinnacle of Eagle Language, quickly understood the meaning of Maca. "Is that so? That owl is in the school's owl shed, and you saw a student wearing a Slytherin robe there? Okay...Thank you..."

Three days passed in a flash, and during this time no third package was sent.

But for the person sending the package, Ivan has already had some speculations, but he has not yet figured out the motive of the other party for doing so.

At noon on Thursday, after having a meal in the auditorium, Ivan focused his gaze on the long Slytherin table, considering whether to find a chance to stop him from asking a question.

Just as he was thinking about it, Harry and Ron, who had returned to the dormitory one step earlier, ran over in a hurry, pulled Ivan in one hand, and gasped.

"It's not good, Ivan, go over and take a look!"

Seeing the shocked appearance of the two of them, Ivan couldn't help but be a little curious, Dang Even followed.

When he arrived in the lounge, Ivan discovered that the little wizards of Gryffindor were gathering around the bulletin board, where a new notice was posted.

[Order of the Senior Investigator of Hogwarts:

All student organizations, associations, teams or clubs are hereby dissolved.

...

If a student is found to have formed or joined any organization, association, team or club without the approval of the senior investigating officer, he shall be expelled immediately. ]

After reading the contents of the bulletin, Ivan's expression remained calm.

Obviously this announcement was aimed at him, but he had anticipated it when he was engaged in the Dark Demons Defence Art Association.

Harry and Ron on the side were worried, and they both looked at Ivan and asked.

"What should we do now? Ivan?" "Should we temporarily stop the assembly?"

"No, business as usual... just do what you should do!" Ivan shook his head and replied casually.

Harry and Ron glanced at each other confusedly. They didn't quite understand what Ivan meant. Umbridge's announcement was obviously to do something against them. The best way now is to temporarily cancel the large-scale gathering and wait for the news. I'll talk about it later.

After all, the "Education Order No. 24" stated very clearly that if Umbridge caught them, they would definitely be expelled.

"Relax, don't worry too much. If there is something, I will take care of it." Ivan patted the shoulders of the two of them, gave a few words of comfort, and then went straight back to the bedroom.

Due to the new announcement, the little wizards gathered in the lounge. The bedroom was empty. Ivan took advantage of the lunch break to sit on the bedside and open a secret compartment in the drawer, and took the crown placed inside. Came out and looked at it carefully.

Three years ago, in the decisive battle in the Chamber of Secrets, he used the fangs of the basilisk to destroy this Ravenclaw relic, and now he can still see the dense cracks on the crown.

[Magic Item: Ravenclaw's Crown

Special status: damaged

Explanation: This is a relic left by the founder of Hogwarts, Rowena Ravenclaw, which can increase the wisdom of the wearer.

Note: You ruthlessly broke it...]

Looking at the remarks in the inventory, the corners of Ivan's mouth twitched. Ravenclaw's crown had long been tainted by Voldemort, and I should have helped it out of the sea of ​​misery.

How can you say cruel?

Ivan murmured silently in his heart, but the increased wisdom in the system description made him very interested.

The rumored Ravenclaw's crown does have a similar function, and the reason Helena stole it was also to gain wisdom beyond her mother.

"Strange, if the crown is really so magical, why would Voldemort be willing to make it into a Horcrux?" Ivan gently stroked the inscription on the crown, somewhat puzzled.

He had always thought that the rumors of the crown's increased wisdom were just a fable—for example, Rowena Ravenclaw expected people to discover that it was not the crown that gave people wisdom but her herself.

However, after collating the manuscripts left by Ravenclaw in the past two days, Ivan overturned this speculation, and the systematic explanation was another kind of testimony.

But anyway, before fixing it and understanding the power of the crown, he doesn't plan to return this thing to Helena...

Pop~

In the silent male dormitory, a slight flick sounded.

As soon as he heard the sound, Ivan drew out his wand and pointed it towards him. There was already a small figure in the clearing next to him.

"More than?"

After seeing the person clearly, Ivan put the wand away, and then asked curiously. "Did my mother let you come? How is Knockdown Alley? How is the situation over there?"

"The situation is very bad, sir. Recently, the Ministry of Magic has suddenly increased the search of Knockdown Alley. Mrs. Hals suspects that mysterious people are infiltrating the Ministry... In addition, because of censorship, the wizarding market is very busy. I was smashed..."

Dobby drooped his ears, talking shrillly about the troubles that Knockout Alley had encountered in the past two months, and murmured "Bad Minister" and "Bad Auror" from time to time.

Listening to Dobby's words, Ivan frowned.

After the conquest of the wizarding market last year, a large amount of the money seized was reinvested in the operation of the wizarding market~www.mtlnovel.com~ Now, after more than a year, the wizarding market has finally gained some color to the time when it can make money. , But because of the review of the Ministry of Magic, the business had to be suspended. How could Ivan not feel uncomfortable?

Of course, the most important thing now is to solve the problem of shortage of funds. Whether it is to support law enforcement or to win over officials from the Ministry of Magic, money is indispensable.

"Fortunately, there is a Philosopher's Stone..." Ivan thought in his heart, his frowning brows gradually loosened, looked at Dobby, and said.

"Don't worry about the funding problem. After you go back, let your mother report the count, and I will give you gold and magic metal of the same value.

You give these things to Rozier and the others, and let those pure-blood families come up with enough Jin Jialong in exchange. "

Sorcerer's stone can carry out material transformation, naturally not only has the function of turning stones into gold, in fact, most metals can be produced directly by consuming magical power.

Although it was a waste of magic to do so, it was an extraordinary period now, and I couldn't care about so much.

The only trouble is how to exchange these gold and magic metal into the corresponding gold gallon without attracting the attention of the Ministry of Magic.

Although Gringotts is a good place, even if he turns into a golden mountain, the opponent can eat it, but after all, there are a lot of eyeliners from the Ministry of Magic, and the credibility of the fairy is also very problematic. He may turn his head and sell you .

At this time, the role of those pure-blood families who surrendered was manifested.

Not to mention that Rozier and the others have been blackmailed severely by him once, and each family has paid tens of thousands of gallons for admission, but he doesn't believe that the pure blood family has only that little background.

Because of his love, he is not good at forcibly expropriating the other party's property, but is it always okay to change?

As Ivan commanded, he took a quill and parchment to learn from Nicol LeMay, and briefly wrote down the matter of making the Philosopher's Stone, and asked Aysia to mention it to himself if he needed money.

At the end of the letter, Ivan hesitated for a moment and did not specifically ask Aesia to conceal the Philosopher's Stone, but allowed the news to spread within a small area.

After all, owning a Philosopher's Stone is not a shameful thing. With his strength, no one dared to grab it. On the contrary, he could use the Immortal Potion to lure some people to turn to themselves.

"When I go back, I will hand this letter to my mother." Ivan folded the parchment and handed it to Dobby, then touched his chin and muttered to himself. "As for Voldemort's penetration of the Ministry of Magic..."

Ivan closed his eyes and thought for a while, using Occupational Brain Techniques to search for memories, opened his eyes about three minutes later and spoke.

"Let them check the officials of the Ministry of Magic Yaxley and August. Maybe they will get some gains, but they are asked not to start the operation before the official action begins..."

In the original time and space, the two Ministry of Magic officials both took refuge in Voldemort, became members of the Death Eaters, and passed a lot of key information to Voldemort. Especially Yaxley, in the future even used the Imperius Curse to control the executive director, and used this as a springboard for Voldemort to gradually control the entire Ministry of Magic.

Although the current situation is very different from the original time and space, Yaxley and August may not be willing to take refuge in the Dark Lord again, but there is no harm in checking it out...

"Dobby will tell Mrs. Hals exactly..." Dobby took the parchment and promised, patting his chest, looking at Ivan with a look of admiration.

Over the past few days, Aysia has been scorched by the small movements of the Ministry of Magic, but didn't want Ivan to come up with a solution easily.

"Besides these two things, does my mother have anything else to tell you?" Ivan asked.

Dobby shook his head, then nodded again, hesitating for a while before speaking. "Mr. Dougert wants me to ask you in private, when can they start?"

"Why? Can't you wait any longer?" Ivan raised his eyebrows and put the crown in his hand back into the drawer mezzanine.

Of course he knew why Dougte and the others were so anxious. After all, they were already the number one power in the magic world, but they still had to be suppressed by the Ministry of Magic. They were inevitably unbalanced.

"Mr... Mister is the greatest wizard, and should be the greatest Minister of Magic ever!" Dobby plucked up the courage to speak.

Ivan didn't care about Dobby's flattery, but waved his hand with a smile. "Well, let Dougt find a suitable location, and I'll talk to them myself in half a month..."

Dobby nodded hurriedly, snapped his fingers, and disappeared in place.

Ivan was sitting alone by the window, sorting out the mixed thoughts in his mind, and temporarily leaving behind the restoration of Ravenclaw's crown.

In the afternoon there will be a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and Ivan has a hunch that Umbridge will find ways to make things difficult for him, or put him in confinement.

But it happened that he also had something to ask Umbridge. It would be best if the other party could provide a quiet and undisturbed place.

...

Just as Ivan thought, after two boring Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons, Umbridge went into trouble without warning.

"Please come to my office after class...Mr. Hals!"

"Okay, Professor, I'll look for you after dinner." Ivan collected the books on the desk and said calmly.

Umbridge was very satisfied with Ivan's submissive attitude, but felt a little uneasy for some reason. In the past, when she asked people to come to the office, the other party would have some fear, but Ivan did not see the slightest fluctuation on his face, and it was calm and scary.

But Umbridge didn't think much about it, and simply attributed it to the courage of the other party, contempt for authority, and no respect for the professor.

After Umbridge left the classroom, Hermione, Harry and others immediately surrounded him.

"Umbridge must know something to ask you..." Hermione said worriedly.

"Yeah, are you really going to see that old witch tonight? She will definitely not let you go easily, or we should go to Professor Dumbledore..." Ron suggested.

"Don't be so nervous, maybe Professor Umbridge is just on a whim, maybe he wants to talk to me." Ivan stood up and said.

Hermione glared at Ivan angrily. It was not the time to laugh.

Harry and Ron also felt that Ivan was a little bit too uncomfortable. They had been confined by Umbridge before, and it felt uncomfortable.

Ivan didn't know how to explain for a while, so he just said nonsense. "Don't worry, I am the winner of the Merlin Medal anyway, and I have some reputation in the magic world. Umbridge dare not do anything to me."

At six in the afternoon, after dinner, Ivan went to the Defence Against the Dark Arts office under the worried gaze of Harry and others ~www.mtlnovel.com~.

Knocked on the door, a voice that was too sweet and greasy rang.

"Come in!"

Ivan pushed the door in and looked around. The whole office was decorated by Umbridge like a girl's boudoir. Tables and chairs were covered with lace tablecloths, and there were many pink decorations on the walls. And colorful big cat dolls.

"Sit!" Seeing Ivan coming in, Umbridge gestured to the table and chair in front of him.

Ivan did not refuse, but even sat down on the chair.

Umbridge gently waved his wand, locked the office door, and then asked with a smile. "Do you know why I called you? Mr. Hals?"

"Do you have any doubts about the school rules? Do you need my help? Professor?" Ivan pretended to be puzzled.

The smile on Umbridge's face instantly froze, then he narrowed his eyes and said harshly. "You should know what I'm talking about, Hals... Someone reported to me that you had established an illegal student organization and held a large-scale rally in private, right?"

"To be precise, it's just an ordinary learning interest group, Professor..." Ivan said positively.

"Interest group? But I heard that at least a hundred people participated in this illegal rally!" Umbridge stared at Ivan and said word by word. "According to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, student organizations or assemblies with more than three people must report to me, otherwise the students involved will be expelled..."

"I think you may not have a good memory, Professor!" Ivan suddenly interrupted Umbridge's words. "The "Education Order No. 24" was issued three days ago. We didn't have this ordinance when we were practicing magic..."

"Of course, strictly speaking, you did not violate the school rules, um... not yet!"

Speaking of this, Umbridge couldn't help accentuating his tone a little bit, "However, the premise is that you must disband the so-called learning interest group as required, and tell me...who instigated you to do this?"

"No one instructed me, professor, to say anything, this is my own decision." Ivan shrugged and said.

"A lie!" Umbridge yelled loudly, staring straight at Ivan's face, as if he wanted to see something from his face.

She didn't believe that a fifteen-year-old little wizard would hold a gathering of a hundred people on a whim and make some remarks against the Ministry of Magic.

"Is it Dumbledore? He must have instructed you to do all this in secret, right?" Umbridge asked eagerly again with a hint of expectation.

Ivan looked at Umbridge with a weird look, and then suddenly asked with interest. "Well, if I say yes, how would you deal with him?"

"So, are you willing to cooperate with us as a witness? Mr. Hals?" Umbridge was a little excited, his face full of surprise.

"You haven't answered my question yet, Professor..." Ivan responded nonchalantly.

Umbridge only calmed down his excitement a bit, and said.

"If everything you said is true, then our Principal Dumbledore, I am afraid, is trying to force Hogwarts students to conduct military training and form a Scout to fight the Minister of Magic..."

"According to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, this is a felony! If nothing else, he will be dismissed from the post of principal and will spend the rest of his life in Azkaban..."

Umbridge said while looking at Ivan, the threat was obvious.

Ivan didn't care about Umbridge's eyes, but continued to ask. "No accident? But what if there is an accident?"

"For example, Dumbledore is determined to take up magic against the Ministry of Magic... How can you deal with him?" Ivan added.

He has always been very curious, where in the original time and space Fudge had the courage to lead people to arrest Dumbledore, did his brain break?

"There are more than one hundred Aurors in the Ministry of Magic!" Umbridge stared at Ivan sternly, then continued arrogantly. "Dumbledore is impossible, and he does not dare to confront us. He must abide by the Ministry of Magic's regulations and accept punishment unless... he is ready to fight the entire magical world!

Ivan nodded, and he understood that it was bureaucratic thinking that was at work.

These people are accustomed to relying on order and regulations to suppress others, and subconsciously feel that the individual cannot resist the collective will.

Coupled with Dumbledore's usual gentle and well-behaved behavior, even if he was slandered by the Daily Prophet as an old madman or a silly worm, he could endure it. That's why Fudge and Umbridge could develop a kind of Handle, you can arrest Dumbledore's illusion.

"I hope you can think about Hals!" When asked by Ivan, Umbridge's face became gloomy, she said again.

"Your mother, Aisia, hasn't been very restful lately. The Ministry of Magic knows that she is making some small moves in Knockdown Alley.

But if you can cooperate with the Ministry of Magic and act as a witness to correct Dumbledore, then Minister Fudge may also consider letting your mother go, regardless of this..."

"Don't care about this?" Ivan almost couldn't help laughing, and then said with a sigh, not knowing whether it was happy or not. "I probably understand that the Ministry of Magic has no way to deal with an out-of-specification and unruly wizard..."

"It seems that you are determined to follow Dumbledore and fight the Ministry of Magic, right?" Umbridge brushed and stood up, his entire face was ugly and scary, and his right hand was already on the wand.

"No, no, you made a mistake at first!" Ivan shook his head, pointed at himself, looked at Umbridge, and said with certainty. "It's me who has the students to assemble and prepares to fight the Ministry of Magic!"

Umbridge's face was full of amazement. She seemed to understand something suddenly, but she still seemed to be a little puzzled, but in any case, Umbridge pulled out the wand for the first time.

However, Ivan was one step faster than her. He didn't need a magic wand, nor did he need to chant. He just stretched out a finger and the alchemy device on his wrist lit up slightly.

A red light flashed in mid-air. Umbridge didn't have time to chant the protective spell. He only felt that his body was hit vigorously, and the wand he was holding in his hand suddenly came out in mid-air. Spinning in the middle, and finally fell into Ivan's hands.

Between the lightning and flint, Umbridge had already lost the ability to resist.

Looking at the little wizard in front of him who was only fifteen years old, Umbridge only felt a great fear enveloped in her heart. Only then did she remember that the other party had a record of confronting a giant dragon head-on last year, which was far beyond her ability. Cope.

But even so ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Umbridge didn't mean to subdue softly, but sternly scolded. "I am a senior investigator appointed by Minister Fudge himself. How dare you do something to me..."

Ivan didn't reply, but lazily waved the wand that he had just captured.

"~ (The soul comes out of the body

The moment the spell was pronounced, Umbridge screamed in horror.

But in the next second, the frightened and angry look on Umbridge's face slowly subsided, his mind was empty, his body became light and fluttering, as if a voice in his heart kept telling her that the little wizard in front of her was The person I trust and respect the most.

"Sit!" Ivan put his wand on the table casually, pointed to the table and chairs in front, and said.

Umbridge moved quickly and sat back in position as Ivan ordered.

For a while, everything seemed to be back to the original appearance, but this time the primary and secondary were completely changed.

Ivan did not rush to ask, but turned his gaze to the table in front of him. There was a roll of parchment and a long, thin black feather pen with a particularly sharp tip.

"Is this thing used to deal with me?" Ivan asked curiously.

"Yes, Mr. Hals..." Umbridge nodded and explained in the most gentle tone. "This quill has been spelled and will engrave the written sentence on the writer's wrist. My original plan was for you to keep copying [Observe the school rules and regulations]...until you remember this sentence in your heart until..."

"Well, that's it..." Ivan suddenly realized that, reaching out his hand, turning the pen and paper over, and placing it in front of Umbridge. "Then what are you waiting for? Copy it now! By the way, from whom did you know the Defence Against the Dark Arts Society."