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The speaker was Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

She was broad, with a square chin and strong, short gray hair that lay neatly on her scalp.

Her monocle shook slightly with the fierce tone, and her eyes were filled with suppressed anger.

Her intimidating expression looked directly at the person opposite her, but the other person didn't seem to notice it, and the fake smile on her face was even more provocative.

"Oh, dear Director, please calm down."

Dolores Umbridge's voice is so sweet that it makes people shudder.

She was wearing a pink girl's outfit, and the hairpins and bows were too artificial and incompatible with her actual age.

In her hand, she held a small clutch with a cat pattern. It was so small that it could hardly hold anything, but she held it tightly as if it were a vital weapon.

"calm?!"

Bones slammed the table, the sound echoing in the room.

Her face turned red and her eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

"It has only been a few hours since the Minister's disappearance, so you rush to announce his death. This is simply ridiculous! This incident will cause panic throughout the Ministry of Magic!"

Umbridge raised her hand, her neatly manicured nails shining in the sun, and she slowly dusted away a trace of non-existent dust on her skirt.

"Dear Amelia, I'm just following the procedure. The place where the Minister disappeared was Diagon Alley, and you must know the situation there better than me. Do you really think there is a possibility that he will survive? ?”

"This is completely out of order!"

Bones's voice echoed through the office with suppressed anger and a hint of disbelief.

"Even if the current minister dies unexpectedly, the senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic should take over the temporary ministerial duties. How can Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, take over!"

She slapped her hand on the table hard, causing the ink bottle on the table to shake slightly, and the black ink almost spilled.

Her sharp eyes stared at the woman opposite her, and her tone became more intense.

"At the very least, it should be reviewed and voted on in the Wizengamot! This is the Ministry of Magic, not his office!"

Umbridge, sitting opposite her, remained unmoved.

She smiled slightly, her smile looked gentle, but every inch of her face revealed a chilling indifference.

Her face was like an ugly toad, her eyes were narrowed into a straight line, and the curve of her mouth was like a deliberately pulled out hypocritical mask.

"Director Bones,"

Umbridge spoke in her tremblingly sweet voice, her tone slow and soft, as if coaxing an ignorant child.

"It seems you don't fully understand the current situation."

She gently put down the quill in her hand, and slowly traced her fingers across the table, as if admiring some precious work of art.

Then, she raised her head, a chill flashed in her eyes, and her tone suddenly changed, with a suffocating coldness.

"Fudge, if he dies, he dies. If he doesn't die, he must die."

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"Hiss—Mr. Minister, it seems that your soundproofing spell needs more practice."

Devereux sighed in a low voice, with a hint of restrained helplessness in his tone.

His eyes fell on the broken sound barrier, and his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was in disbelief at this low-level mistake.

He raised his hand and patted the dust on his body. The expression on his face gradually returned to calmness, but his eyes revealed a hint of calm scrutiny.

"Such a basic spell can actually go wrong. Mr. Minister, you are really..."

It matches the image of the straw bag in the original work very well!

Fudge's face instantly turned ugly. He stared blankly at the gradually dissipating barriers around him, and then looked down at the wand in his hand. His expression was complicated, as if he was trying to find an excuse to explain his mistake just now.

"Strange...this..."

But in the end, he just stood there, his face uncertain, his fingers stroking the wand restlessly.

Devereaux, however, had no interest in continuing to pester.

He looked away and his tone returned to his usual calm tone.

"Okay, Mr. Minister. I have remembered what you just said. I will go to Tom personally to confirm the situation."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the wall, his movements calm and steady.

He put his hands on the wall and lowered his head slightly, as if he was sorting out his thoughts.

"As for you,"

Devereux glanced back at Fudge, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, with a hint of imperceptible sarcasm.

"Just keep pretending to be your female Auror."

Fudge looked at Devereaux leaning against the wall and felt uneasy in his heart, but he finally looked down at the wand in his hand, a complicated expression flashing across his face.

After hesitating for a moment, he sighed softly and put the wand back into his waist.

"Okay, if there is any new situation here, I will notify you as soon as possible."

His tone seemed a little forced, but he didn't pause much.

As he spoke, Fudge took out a small tube of pink liquid from his pocket, shook it slightly, opened the bottle, and drank it in one gulp.

The moment the liquid slid down his throat, his body began to change. His originally stout body quickly shrank, his facial lines became softer, and his hair color gradually turned bright pink.

A few seconds later, a figure exactly like Tonks stood there.

Deveraux raised his eyelids and looked at the other person calmly, with a faint arc at the corner of his mouth.

His eyes fell on the empty vial in Fudge's hand, and he couldn't help but sigh softly.

"I have to say, this dose does look pitifully small, but the effect is unexpectedly good. No wonder the Ministry of Magic has listed this medicine as a special material."

But none of this matters. Now he just has to wait for the other party to leave quickly, and then he will quickly conjure the door out.

But at this moment!

Crash--!

"Ah!"

The sharp sound of metal collision broke the brief silence in the room, followed by a sharp scream piercing the air!

Deveraux's eyes instantly became sharp, and he turned his head sharply. The direction of the sound was exactly where Fleur was.

"Fleur?! What's going on!"

He rushed out almost instinctively, his movements were agile and decisive, and his footsteps made a hurried sound on the floor.

His hand had already clenched the wand, and his eyes revealed a calm and dangerous light.

Fudge stood there in a daze, his face full of confusion, obviously he hadn't fully reacted to what happened.

He subconsciously grasped the wand at his waist and looked hesitantly in the direction where Deveraux disappeared.

"What's going on again..."

He muttered in a low voice, his steps slightly hesitant.

But before he could make a decision, a more violent sound came from the direction of the exhibition hall.

Boom-crash!

As if a dam burst, the sound of metal objects collapsing mixed with more screams and exclamations, like a nightmare coming.

Screams and exclamations came one after another!

Fudge's face turned pale in an instant, his lips trembled slightly, and he took a step back almost instinctively.

"Damn it, what... happened?"

He muttered to himself, and finally took a step and ran after Deveraux's figure.

At the same time, behind the wall where Deveraux had just leaned, a vague dream was faintly heard.

The voice was so soft that it was almost unrecognizable, but if you listen carefully, it seems to be a low and lazy voice whispering:

"Well... another... ten minutes..."

The voice seemed to emerge from the abyss, with a strange magnetism.

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