No matter how famous you are out there, as long as you're in the Ministry of Magic, in my territory: don't you have to be obedient, thought Fudge smugly.

But just as he was swinging the cup in his hand, his thoughts were interrupted by a rapid knock on the door of the office.

come back so soon? Didn't Bagman go to the stadium to inspect the state of the national team players today?

Fudge hurriedly poured the remaining wine from the cup into the evergreen potted plant on the corner of the table, and the wine bottle was stuffed back into the drawer compartment. Then he sorted out his appearance, then cleared his throat and shouted to the door.

Who is the embankment? Please come in. "

The door was quickly pushed open, and a pink thing squeezed in through the door frame

"Good morning, Minister," greeted Dolores Umbridge. "Have you read today's morning paper?"

"You see, we have a big win."

Because he was in a good mood, Fudge felt today that he could more or less endure the vice minister's eccentricities.

"A big win?" Umbridge asked rhetorically.

She sniffed her nose, and smelled the smell of herbal sap mixed with her favorite alcohol from the air. It seemed that the minister had already drank the celebration wine?

Thinking of this, she took another look at the evergreen at the corner of the table. Although the pot of evergreen is known as "lazy people can't be raised to death", it has only been placed on Fudge's table for two months.

It has already withered more than half, and I really don't know how he usually raises it.

Fudge didn't know that his child-like cover-up had been seen by the Deputy Minister, and now he just wanted to quickly drive the Deputy Minister away and let himself taste the taste of victory for a while.

"Yes, a big victory, Dumbledore and Lockhart have surrendered." Fudge said red-faced, "I decided to send Ludo Bagman to take over, and in two years, we will hold a bigger one. One by one, such as the British Wizarding Duel Tournament."

Umbridge sighed deeply. "My dear minister, I'm afraid things are not as simple as you think."

Fudge's smile subsided a little: "What? You mean, they will do some little tricks?"

"Little tricks? No, they don't need to do petty tricks, we're probably already fooled." Umbridge tilted his head.

Hearing this, Fudge sat up a little.

"Fucked? What do you mean? As long as we determine the rules of the duel, what else can they do?"

Umbridge crossed his hands, trying to make his words seem authoritative.

-

"They gave in too quickly, Minister. It means they wanted to run that alumni association, not this dueling club. It's not a surrender."

Fudge tried to lighten his tone: "But... it's them giving in after all, everyone can see it."

"Yeah, they chose to use this to divert our attention to cover up a deeper purpose, although we don't yet know what their purpose is."

"...Seriously, Dolores, I think you're too sensitive." Fudge found her thinking a little weird.

"Look, it's not as complicated as you think, we just need to make sure

They just don't develop military power secretly. As for the alumni association, I have also heard about it from other channels, but it is just a very pure money business. If we have to restrict even this, then I am afraid that all people will oppose us. "

The fake smirk on Umbridge's face faded: "But it's power.

Struggle, Minister, both sides must fight a life-and-death matter. Since we have offended Dumbledore, and we have some leverage against them, do we really have to give up the investigation just because of their concession? "

Fudge is a little impatient: Udan politics is not a zero sum >>, Dolores, it's normal for people to have disagreements, you can't just put someone to death just because someone has an opinion and you go left... You last time I read the report that was handed in. It said that Dumbledore and Lockhart entered Azkaban and visited the Death Eater area. "

"Yes." Umbridge replied immediately, "Although I don't know who it is, it should be where the Death Eaters are, and we can just..."

"Nothing good\"that's all". Fudge's tone grew impatient. "Both of them are masters of anti-dark magic. If they want, they have a thousand reasons why they are there. Our attack will only be in vain, unless there is evidence that they are planning." Jailbreak or something...

Since we can't prove them to death, we can only compromise. Well, I'm tired, please help me with the door when you go out, and by the way, see if Bagman is back at the Department of Magic and Sports. "

After all, it is not Umbridge who has been under the pressure of the Snake faction these days, but Fudge himself. If he dares to interfere with these people's plans to make a fortune, then Fudge, who has turned his back on the Lion faction, may not have any good results. Edible.

After Umbridge left Fudge's office, his face darkened instantly.

This idiot is dead fat, does the truth really matter? As long as you have defeated these "enemies", how can the truth not be determined by yourself?

No, this must not be the case!

Umbridge walked towards his office with a gloomy face, but one trick after another flashed in his heart.

The words Fudge said just now suddenly inspired Umbridge - "Our attack will only be in vain, unless there is evidence that they planned a prison break or something"

What if the two men in the front foot just visited the prison, and Azkaban has a vicious Death Eater who has successfully escaped from the prison?

Once the thought passed through Umbridge's mind, it was impossible to get out of there.

Umbridge felt that, at the end of the day, she only needed to secretly stab Rita Skeeter with this information, and she would naturally help herself to write an article that turned the black and white and turned the truth into a fake.

Very well, Fudge, since you don't want to do it to the end, I'll do it. For some reason, Umbridge's expression looked grim.

Chapter 136 Prepare to Slip

After the Daily Prophet published Lockhart's flattering article, the discussion about dueling clubs on Wizard Politics suddenly dropped several notches

And when Ludo Bagman, the director of the Magic and Sports Department, also stood up and shouted, the matter was basically settled.

"Wizard duels are our glorious tradition, and we will inevitably encounter many unprecedented problems in the process of development, but we cannot give up food because of choking. On this point, the minister and I have basically the same view - that is the British wizards. There will be a real revival.

Although I can't disclose more information now, what I can tell you is that another competition with a centuries-old tradition is also under preparation. The champion prize will be as high as one thousand Galleons, which will definitely bring you surprise. "

In addition to this public statement, Lockhart also learned something from other private sources.

The person in the Memory Cancellation Office told him very mysteriously that Barty Crouch of the International Magical Cooperation Division and Rufus Scrimgeour of the Auror Office of the Magical Law Enforcement Division had quarreled in Fudge's office.

It is no news that Gilderoy Lockhart will be resigning from Hogwarts within a month and looking for a job at the Ministry of Magic.

Rufus Scrimgeour believed that there shouldn't even be any doubt that a wizard like Lockhart, who specializes in the fight against the dark arts, should be in the Auror's office.

But Barty Crouch thinks this is too subservient, it is a peaceful age, and the Ministry of Magic has no shortage of well-trained thugs; such as old-fashioned Aurors like Alastor Moody, and Kingsley. A pure blood wizard rookie like Shacklebolt, one more

Gilderoy Lockhart is just the icing on the cake.

As an internationally renowned wizard, Lockhart has run economic projects, not to mention that he was recommended by Dumbledore to join the International Federation of Wizards, which obviously should work in the International Cooperation Department. As for simply treating him as a thug, it is too wasteful.

Scrimgeour, of course, didn't agree, so the two quarreled in public.

Of course, they didn't do it because of love. In fact, they didn't have much to do with Lockhart, but they all knew that no matter who they were, as long as Lockhart was recruited into their department, the department would get more Follow and resources.

They all forgot one thing at the same time, that is, although Lockhart's volunteer is the Law Enforcement Division, it is not an Auror, but "Memory, +/\" than CZ1" under "Magic Accidents and Disasters"

Zhuang ■{Zibei

Lockhart intends to start from this position, and then become a member of the Muggle Affairs Mediation Council, leading the future limited trade between the wizarding and Muggle worlds - this is his next plan.

But now it seems that the people at the Ministry of Magic will not let him get his wish so easily.

In addition to the dagger, the newly established Wizarding Duel Competition Office of the Department of Magic and Sports, and the Beast Office under the Department of Magical Creatures Management all hope to recruit Lockhart under its banner. It's just that they were soft-spoken, not the two "General Public Security Bureau Chief" and "Foreign Minister" who spoke hard.

After confirming that his future is promising, Lockhart knew that his timely "admitting" move was finally recognized by these future colleagues, and he could relax.

Only when he shows enough respect for the civil service system will the civil service system open its doors to him, which is a minimum rule.

After relaxing, Lockhart finally sank his heart, ready to stand up for his last one.

Ban Gang.

As the mandrake matured, Colin Creevey, Mrs Norris, and

Nick, who was almost headless in the ghost, finally got the Mandela Recovery Potion that Snape had prepared.

back to normal.

Unsurprisingly, when Colin Creevey heard that he had missed half a year of classes and was only a month away from the final exam, he almost collapsed.

Fortunately, the professors knew about his situation, so they asked their classmates to help him fill in his notes, and opened a small stove for him individually.

As Dumbledore said, the first-year courses were not difficult, and even the few Slytherin students who had been repeated were not forced to repeat the first year.

After two weeks of studying hard, Colin felt that he could handle the written test, and he only needed to continue to consolidate the practical training of transformation and spells.

The second round of review for fifth- and seventh-graders was almost over, and Lockhart felt that as long as the students wanted to, they could get an "A (pass even if they were poor.

As for the underclassmen, Lockhart decided to go straight to the practical exam at the end of the term.

Hagrid did have a set in cultivating magical plants. The hedge he planted at the beginning of the year had grown to more than two meters high in April. After a little pruning, a maze appeared in front of the little wizards.

It's a pity that Lockhart can't stay at the school to supervise the exams of the little wizards. He has to go to the devil quickly. Go to Lu Zuoma.

Judging from the "historical experience", the professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts will encounter accidents before and after the final exam, and Lockhart dare not stay until the last moment. Being able to run half a month earlier is the result of overcoming a great psychological obstacle.

Some people are stronger in magic and can survive Voldemort's curse, such as Lupin, only to be forced to resign.

As for those who are not strong enough in magic and will, they will either die or suffer

some irreversible damage.

It is worth mentioning that although Dolores Umbridge's strength is not strong, at least she can cast the Patronus Charm with a body. This alone is stronger than many people in the law enforcement department. .

As for the damage she received from the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest...well, everyone is curious, especially the **** lovers.

Anyway, Master Rowling's Spring and Autumn Brushwork only recorded that she "was not injured from the outside", "was in a daze", and was afraid when she heard the sound of hoofs, obviously she had PTSD

If things are really as imagined, then those horse people are really a bit heavy.

No matter what kind of outcome, Lockhart doesn't want to bear it now, so he quits decisively.

To this end, he hired a person to help him supervise on his behalf, that is Hagrid.

Hagrid was rehabilitated after the Chamber of Secrets case was resolved, and the Ministry of Magic had erased his bad record, even if it was illegal to keep a spider at Hogwarts.

The Ministry of Magic not only lifted Hagrid's "suspect" control, but even generously gave him a special creature breeding license, allowing him to keep some "less dangerous" magical creatures "within the capacity". Poisonhorns, three-headed dogs, and even Norwegian Ridgebacks are known to be less dangerous in Hagrid's view.

As the price of opening the door, Hagrid was asked not to speak up about the matter, and the Ministry of Magic was going to put the truth of the matter deeply into the archives, and by the way, pass the responsibility on to the previous headmaster of Hogwarts, Dippet. On Mundo.

Of course Hagrid would rather raise the big guys than "rehabilitate" with much fanfare, so the deal was happily done.

As Hagrid, who is about to take up the Conservation of Magical Creatures class, is also happy to help

Lockhart is doing a favor to learn some experience as a professor.

Chapter 127 Final Exam

Although it is now April, another layer of snow is still falling on the Scottish Highlands after a wave of cold spring.

Seeing that Haruyuki had plated the outside of the castle with another layer of silver, Lockhart was a little worried about the venue for his final exam, so he went to the Forbidden Forest to have a look.

But he was obviously thinking too much. Hagrid took good care of it, and the hedge had grown to almost two meters. It seemed that it would definitely rise to three meters by the end of May.

So Lockhart, in the name of reward, invited Hagrid to the Three Broomsticks for a drink, and Hagrid happily followed.

Lockhart knew that Hagrid liked the contents of the cup very much, and the invitation should be in his heart, but Hagrid seemed to have something on his mind, and he wasn't very happy drinking it.

\"What, have something on your mind?" He took the initiative to ask.

Hagrid wanted to pretend that nothing happened, but if he wanted to hide it from his heart, Snape would be able to show a sunny smile.

Obviously, neither can be done.

Hagrid thumped a bottle of mead into his glass, but the bottle was empty, and his glass wasn't quite full.

"Let's be honest...I suddenly realized...well, I don't really know how to be a professor."

As he spoke, he drank the wine from the glass, so that Lockhart couldn't tell whether he was blushing because of the wine or because he was embarrassed.

As it turned out, Lockhart was taken aback.

"Seriously, Hagrid, you should be more confident with what you know about magical creatures now.

Knowing that even teaching seventh graders can kill voice Yu (N.E.W.Ts)

, Not to mention Professor Kettleburn, even if it's Tilly Tok, he probably doesn't have as much experience as you in dealing with large creatures, maybe only Master Scamander..."

Hagrid waved his hands again and again: "I dare not stand shoulder to shoulder with Mr. Scamander, you are too flattering, Gilderoy."

"I know, but that's legend," Lockhart reassured him, "don't worry.

, your level is absolutely sufficient, whether it is theoretical or practical level. "

"But I haven't taught a class yet, and I don't know what to say at all." Hagrid was a little distressed, "I remember you were teaching for the first time, but I heard you did a pretty good job, if you'll let me sit in on it. In two classes..."

It's a matter of fact, just come and listen. "Lockhart agreed right away. Our classes are hands-on, and the students love that. You just need to follow the syllabus and give them a little surprise every now and then..."

"Exam outline?"

Hagrid's eyes went wide, as if it was the first time he thought about it.

Test scores are just as important as practicals, and don't forget Ms. Timms from Eel Farm, who donated money so we can train students who know how to serve Silencebirds and Mortras. "