Harry Potter: Without Knowing Magic, I Can't Do Anything Other Than Create It Myself

"Mo Chen, you dissipate the qi, we are sneaking in, not attacking."

At the door of a public toilet, Hermione, who had changed into Mafarda, was constantly persuading Mo Chen to be calm and calm.

She was really afraid, afraid that Mo Chen would directly "die" all the way into it.

"Okay, okay, I have a score, don't worry." Mo Chen waved his hand and calmed his mood.

It was indeed impulsive just now, but who let that girl's mouth owe it.

"Well, I hope so, I'll go first." Hermione shook her head and walked into the public women's bathroom with a sad face.

Mo Chen sorted out the black trench coat and calmly walked in.

It was a small public toilet, with only five pits, and at this moment, in front of each pit, there were people.

To say that the Ministry of Magic of this Eagle Country is also strange, even if the office building is built underground, even the way to enter is extremely strange, and it is actually flushed down with the toilet.

Is this something that people can do?

Looking at the long line, Mo Chen remembered the terrifying experience of queuing up for nucleic acid before crossing.

Suddenly, the anger came up again.

"Dute get out of the way for me!"

The roar that burst into the air stunned everyone.

There were also many people who wanted to get angry, but when they saw that it was Albert, they were all provoked one by one, and the few people closest to the ink dust even politely gave way to the pit, saying that you should enter the pit first.

Ink dust: "...".

I'm Nima!

I really want to give you a set of "five companies of social death".

You're just in the pit!

Finally, Mo Chen had a black face, stood helplessly in the toilet, and pulled the flushing rope.

"Rough ~~~"

Heaven and earth turned, and he was already standing at the entrance of a passage.

Walk out of the passage and follow the crowd of people going to work through the corridor towards the central area.

In front of the central statue, Hermione was seen transfiguring into Mafarda, and Hermione seemed a little nervous at this time.

"Don't be nervous, let's take the elevator directly to the courtroom downstairs, Umbridge judges people every day, and the quasi-guarantee can see her." Ink dust approached Hermione and whispered.

"How do you know?" Hermione asked.

"When I came in just now, I used the 'Soul Shifting Dafa' to ask passers-by." Mo Chen explained that in fact, he had seen the movie, although it may produce a butterfly effect, but eighty percent should be there and did not run.

Who let that old demon like to be high and condemn people everywhere.

"Even if she's in the courtroom, that thing won't necessarily be worn on her!" Hermione questioned, in fact, she asked what kind of magic the Great Soul Shifting Method was.

"That old demon is the best, how can the snatched treasure be put up, it must be worn around every day." Ink and dust.

In fact, I also know it by watching movies.

"Okay." Hermione thought about it, Umbridge was indeed that kind of personality, maybe Mo Chen was right.

So, the two walked side by side towards the elevator.

After entering the elevator, pressing the button on the lowest floor, the elevator starts to run backwards in a very reasonable way. Finally, it ran down to the courtroom.

"Ding, the courtroom has arrived."

"Let's go." Ink dust walked out of the elevator dashingly.

"Whew! ~" Hermione took a deep breath and followed.

When I arrived in the courtroom, I did not see Umbridge, but there were several observers and court staff, sorting out the documents.

"You sit in the gallery, leave me alone!" Mo Chen whispered.

Hermione nodded slightly, carefully walked to the gallery and sat down.

The staff ignored Hermione, just thought Mochen smiled and nodded.

Mo Chen had a cold face, completely ignored them, and wandered around without thinking about himself.

He looked up overhead, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see the ceiling at all, and he could faintly see the dense dementors.

He remembered that the court had dementors to maintain law and order.

In the original work, Umbridge was afraid of death, and when the prisoners were judged, the "guardian saint" was released early to wait on the side, for fear of accidents.

Because "Albert" has a very special identity, Mo Chen wanders around so aimlessly, and no one dares to ask.

Hermione looked a little impatient, and Ink dust quietly gave her a look, EASY!

After a while, Umbridge, dressed in powder, walked in with a female prisoner.

"Albert." When he saw Mo Chen, he also said hello to him, and then stood in the position of the chief judge.

"Bell bell~

" Umbridge knocked the gavel three times, "Uh-huh", and began the trial of the prisoner: "Mary Elizabeth Cartmore, lives at 27 Hearst Garden?"

The poor prisoner, Cartmore, bowed his head and trembled back, "Yes." Ink

dust was "admiring" Umbridge's performance when he suddenly noticed Hermione making eye contact with herself.

Ink dust only discovered that Umbridge had a Slytherin pendant box around his neck.

He smiled and blinked, "Look, I'm right.

Hermione nodded tacitly, "What to do?"

Mo Chen pouted, "Just do it."

Hermione's eyes widened, "No, it's too dangerous."

Mo Chen smiled, "Don't worry, small scene."

Hermione raised her forehead, "I knew it wasn't reliable."

Mo Chen smiled confidently, "Look at mine."

"Albert, what are you doing with your eyebrows furrowed?" Just as Mo Chen and Hermione were making eye contact, the old witch Umbridge frowned and glared at Mo Chen, displeased.

Everyone in the courtroom looked at him in unison.

Hermione was a little anxious in the gallery.

Just as everyone was waiting for Mo Chen to respond, he suddenly looked up: "Look, there are flying saucers!" "

Everyone subconsciously looked up, and when everyone saw nothing, they found that 'Albert' had disappeared.

"Where did he go?" No matter how stupid Umbridge was, she knew she had been tricked, and she roared to find ink dust.

Everyone looked dazed.

Only Hermione, seeing a tiny seven-star ladybug, flew to Umbridge's back.

Immediately afterward, she saw Umbridge fall to the ground, her mouth and eyes crooked, her limbs dancing, and she began to run the train with her mouth full.

"I'm not a toad, you're all bugs, I'm a pink noble toad, croak."

"I'm always 18, I'm still pink, you have to believe me."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, Cartmore, you dare to refuse me, but I wear pink *******."

"Uh-huh, Lord Voldemort looks at me, he looks at me, he must like pink..."

Everyone present was stunned, thinking that there was a problem with their ears, the amount of information was too large, and a lot of content was unbearable.

Will it be extinguished if you listen too much?

Just when everyone was struggling with whether to run away, they suddenly found that above the courtroom, they didn't know when a-yellow dark cloud gathered.

"Super invincible, all-round no dead ends, carpet covering the five companies of social death!"