Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

Umbridge slowly stood up, feeling pain in both body and spirit.

When she realized she could move, her first reaction was to escape, so she attempted to Apparate.

Huh?

She tried again, but it still didn't work.

"Don't waste your time trying. Anti-Apparition jinxes have been placed here. You didn't think you could escape, did you, Madam Umbridge?"

A chuckle sounded, and Umbridge looked over, finding Tom sitting at a dining table not far away, looking at her as if she were an amusing toy.

"Now that Madam Umbridge is awake, how about joining me for dinner?"

Just as Umbridge was about to say something, she felt a wand pressed against her back. She believed that if she showed any sign of refusal, she would become another victim of the Killing Curse the next second.

Umbridge, at the mercy of others, was once again forced to sit opposite Tom under duress, with a Death Eater-looking person standing respectfully behind her, ready to serve her with a wand.

Umbridge was trembling slightly. Was this the posture for dinner, or the last supper?

Tom looked at Umbridge's nervous and frightened appearance and said with a smile, "Rest assured, Madam Umbridge. I don't intend to do anything malicious to you today."

'No malice? Do you know how many excessive things you've done to me these past few days, you * * * * * * ! ! !'

Umbridge cursed inwardly, but looking at the Death Eater glaring at her, she didn't have the courage to say it out loud.

"You must be cursing me in your heart, thinking that what I've done to you these past few days has been excessive."

"Alright, Madam Umbridge, let's have dinner first."

As the words fell, a luxurious dinner made of precious ingredients appeared on the empty table, even including her favorite sweet sherry.

Umbridge, who had only been fed dry bread and water these past few days, couldn't help swallowing. Her stomach growled involuntarily, but after taking a look at Tom, she hesitated again. This posture really looked like the Last Supper.

But Tom ignored her and began to enjoy the food on his own.

The lavish meal in front of her, which even her salary could hardly afford, was too tempting to resist in her current state.

After hesitating for a long time, Umbridge began to gorge herself, regardless of the consequences. Even if she died, she would die a full ghost.

After eating and drinking her fill, Umbridge resigned herself to waiting for Tom's final verdict on her fate.

But Tom didn't say anything to her. He just beckoned his subordinates to bring a pile of things to her.

Exquisite jewelry, limited-edition bags, and high-end custom-made clothing, all in her favorite pink girlish style, even including her favorite collection of 'Frolicsome Feline' decorative plates.

"Do you like them?" Tom asked with a smile.

"These are all for me?" Umbridge looked at Tom in disbelief. What was he trying to do again?

"All of this stems from the gift of Professor Dumbledore. He can give it to you, or he can not give it to you. It all depends on what you can give back."

"Moreover, there's more than just this."

As Tom's words fell, a person who looked seven parts like Fudge walked in.

"Do you want to trample him under your feet, reach the pinnacle of power in the magical world, and realize your ambitions?"

"And Professor Dumbledore is the one who can help you realize everything. He can grant you the position of Minister for Magic, and even the pure-blood status you desire."

Tom's bewitching words rang softly in Umbridge's ears. She felt her eyelids gradually become heavy and gradually fell into a beautiful dream.

In the dream, her ambitions were realized. She became the Minister for Magic, and she also transformed herself into a member of the Selwyn family, enjoying a luxurious life every day, while her former boss, Fudge, became her dog, trampled under her feet, summoned and dismissed at will.

She became the existence second only to one person in the magical world.

Just as Umbridge was indulging in the pleasure brought by this power, she found that the beautiful dream was gradually moving away from her.

"No, don't..."

Umbridge was startled awake, only to find that she had been hung back in that dilapidated house.

"Woke up? Did you have fun at today's banquet?"

Hearing the words of the Death Eater in front of her, Umbridge felt like she was going crazy. Was the dinner time Tom had invited her to and the dream just now real?

Unfortunately, before she could figure it out, she heard the person in front of her continue, "But the pleasant time is over, please continue to guide us in the days to come."

"Crucio!"

Umbridge, caught off guard, was hit by the Cruciatus Curse again without warning. The gap between dream and reality made her feel that this time was particularly difficult to endure, and she almost completely collapsed.

A new round of 'care' began again.

And this time, Umbridge only lasted for less than a day before crying and yelling to see Tom.

"So, Madam Umbridge, what do you want to say this time you see me?"

Tom asked, looking at Umbridge slumped on the ground.

"I am willing, I am willing to dedicate everything to Master Dumbledore."

When Umbridge said these words, the desire to escape the current situation and the ambition for the dream Tom described were undisguisable in her eyes.

Since she couldn't fight against Dumbledore and his Death Eaters, and all her secrets were undisguisable in their eyes, then she would join them and dedicate everything to Dumbledore.

After being 'cared for' by Tom for so many days, having everything destroyed by Tom, and indulging in the future Tom described to her, Umbridge finally understood this principle.

"Very good, since that's the case, then you will be under my jurisdiction from now on."

Tom was very satisfied with Umbridge's choice.

"Next, let me take you to see your new master—the great Professor Dumbledore."