Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

   Chapter 941

   "Name?"

   "Mondungus, Mondungus Fletcher!"

  "When did you become a werewolf?"

   "I am not a werewolf! Hell, are you all deaf?!"

  "Another stubborn guy who refuses to answer..."

  Umbridge raised his eyebrows, glanced at the stinky, sloppy man in the interrogation room, and wrote two pens in his notebook.

This is a short fat man with a shabby beard and a tattered coat, two short looped legs, long and tousled **** hair, and a pair of swollen and bloodshot eyes. This makes Mondungus look like a man in the trash. Basset hounds digging through food are so downcast.

   A snake-like chain was wrapped around Mondungus’ arm, and he was firmly tied to the cold iron chair.

  No matter how hard the man struggles, apart from the pleasing sound of the chains, he cannot pose any threat to the officials in the interrogation room.

  More importantly, there are two tall monsters whose faces are covered by hoods, exuding a scent of decay and death at the door.

  With these guards from Azkaban to maintain order, Umbridge, who was sitting above the inquiry room, felt extremely relieved.

"Well, Mr. Mondungus, you will be temporarily taken into custody for your refusal to obey the new "Werewolf Restriction Act" issued by the Ministry of Magic, obstruction of public order, and suspected werewolf pending registration. From now on until the next full moon, you will Being quarantined in the Ministry of Magic dungeon...When your werewolf status renewal registration is completed, we will send you and your companions to the designated area of ​​the Ministry of Magic to start a new life."

   "I am a wizard! Understand?! Wizard, not a werewolf!"

  Mondungus struggled hard, looking at the two dementors floating by the door in terror.

"This is not in line with the process. You have no right to throw a wizard into Azkaban Prison without trial! This is illegal. I want to see Dumbledore. Mr. Dumbledore will never allow this to happen. Damn it, this is so ridiculous..."

   "Oh? A harmless wizard who happened to appear in the werewolf community?"

   "That's just business! As I explained, it's easy to sell small things at high prices over there."

   "The birth of a wizard among werewolves is indeed very rare, but this does not mean that the Ministry of Magic can be coaxed. I have seen—"

  Umbridge knocked on the book with a playful expression, and instead of continuing to speak, he suddenly changed the subject and said softly with a smirk on his face.

"Of course, Azkaban will vacate a cell for you. After all, you were so brave in the previous battles-if it weren't for the explosions and chaos you created at the end, we would have been able to kill all those wolves in one go. And not now...you must be very proud? With your own strength, you have destroyed the Ministry of Magic's long-planned arrest operation. Of course there will be a trial. Don't worry."

   "I didn't, I didn't cast spells-it wasn't me, I explained it many times!"

  Mondungus Fletcher growled desperately, the chains on the chair rattling under his struggle.

   "So, is this your magic wand?"

   Another voice came out, and Scrimgeour leaned out, playing with a dirty wand full of scratches in his hand.

  As the head of the Auror office, he never thought that in just one week, he and his Aurors would experience two failures.

Although strictly speaking, there was no disastrous defeat this time, the majesty and plan of the Ministry of Magic were still severely trampled-just as they carried out the last round of the werewolf community arrest operation, they almost could catch Fenrir Gray. At Burke, the scruffy, desolate wizard suddenly raised his wand and attacked the Aurors, causing a huge explosion in the town, helping the werewolves break through the heavy siege of the Ministry of Magic.

   "This, this is, but..."

   "There is an easy way to find the last spell cast by the wand, do you know? Then let's see, what exactly did you do?"

  Scrimgeour nodded indifferently, drew out his wand and pointed it at the tip of Mondungus’ wand.

   "Flash back to the previous curse."

Thick gray smoke emerged from the place where the two magic wands met, and then exploded violently in the middle of the room. The tyrannical shock wave shredded the smoke in an instant and turned into a hurricane sweeping the entire interrogation room: Obviously, this is A powerful, powerful blasting illusion reappeared.

   "Very satisfied, isn't it? Huh?! Re-appreciate my masterpiece——"

  Rufus Scrimgeour snorted cruelly, looking at Mondungus who was stunned like a furious lion.

"Despicable, shameless, dirty sneak attack, thanks to your curse, we have seven Aurors who have been injured to varying degrees, and three Ministry employees were scratched by the werewolves who took the opportunity to rush out. , Leaving behind an ugly scar that is hard to heal! Of course you will be judged. Azkaban will definitely have a place for you. Even if you are not a werewolf, you are an accomplice who helped Fenrir Greyback to escape!"

   "This, it's really not me. A mysterious wizard took my wand and cast this spell..."

   "Then he dropped his wand and disappeared? In less than two seconds?"

   "Right, right—"

   "Enough! Do you think the Ministry of Magic is a fool?!"

  Rufus Scrimgeour raised his fist and slammed the table, and roared angrily.

  Mundungus opened his mouth wide, opening and closing twice like a catfish ashore.

  In fact, what happened to him is so ridiculous.

He happened to get a batch of cheap white fresh medicinal powder, intending to secretly sell the stolen goods in the werewolf community. By the way, he could buy some magic props or magic materials at a low price and sell them - compared to the fiercely competitive black market in Knockdown Alley, The road to the werewolf community is faster.

   However, what Mondungus never expected was that he unexpectedly ran into the secret Ministry of Magic operation.

   and somehow got involved in the attack of the "mysterious wizard" and the Ministry of Magic, and was even slandered as a werewolf. This is simply...

   "Dumbledore, I want to see Dumbledore!"

   "Hey, of course you will see Albus Dumbledore on your interrogation day."

  Rufus Scrimgeour said contemptuously, and cast his eyes on Mondungus’ dirty coat.

"As the chief magician of the Wizarding Court of Wizengamore, of course Dumbledore will attend the trial. After the full moon, you will be tried in Wizengamore with the werewolves who intend to attack the Ministry of Magic-if you are lucky. , Greyback will be with you then."

  Similar to such a low-level, trash-like gnome rat in the wizarding world, Scrimgeour has seen no fewer than a hundred.

  If people think that they can be exonerated by reporting the names of big names in front of Ministry officials, then they would underestimate the Ministry’s IQ.

How could the top wizard, who lived in Hogwarts Castle and ignored the invitations of the Minister of Magic, had any connection with these dirty, philanthropist smugglers and suspected werewolves, as long as anyone was not blind. Everyone can see the huge gap between the two.

   "Okay, I think the evidence is already obvious... As for the stiff lips, we still have time."

   Umbridge said sweetly, and a disgusting smile appeared on his pale plump cheeks.

  She lightly drew a circle on Mondungus’s name, and in Mondungus’s desperate gaze, she waved to the "guard" by the door.

"Guards, you can take Mr. Fletcher to his cell. If he has any violent resistance in the process and intends to cause murder and assault at the Ministry of Magic, you can teach him a little lesson. ——But it can’t be a “kiss”, understand? At least not until the end of Judgment Day, otherwise Dumbledore and Wisengamao will not be able to explain it to you, so be it.”

The two dementors by the door slowly nodded and floated to the armchair where the chain was loosened in the middle of the room. The rotten dead hands clung to Mondungus's arm and stood up, Mondungur Si looked fainted, and seemed to lose all his vitality as the dementors approached.

  As the culprit who almost broke the secret arrest operation, he can be said to be one of the most closely guarded suspects.

   "This is the last one, right? All the gains from this operation."

   Watching Mondungus indifferently leaving under the **** of the Dementor, Umbridge turned his head to look at Scrimgeour and asked softly.

"Well, this raid has captured a total of fifty-one suspected werewolves. Based on my understanding of the dark creatures like werewolves, at least most of them are 100% werewolves-this should be the largest in recent decades. Captured once."

   "Very good, very good, but this is not the end, we still have a lot of work."

  Dolores Umbridge said excitedly, and the ugly rings on his stubby fingers made a clicking sound.

This is a big victory worthy of publicity, expelling and containing werewolves. This matter that the Ministry of Magic has not been able to solve for decades, if it can be solved perfectly under her leadership, then she is now in the magic society and in public opinion. An unfavorable evaluation will immediately undergo a 180-degree reversal.

   "Yes, this is not over yet. Fenrir Greyback and several high-risk werewolves are still missing."

  Rufus Scrimgeour said with a stern expression, his eyes looked extremely scary.

"Now the werewolves we contain and arrest are mostly harmless guys. We have missed a lot of the really dangerous werewolf legions. This action will undoubtedly irritate the dark creatures completely. The immediate priority is that we have to counteract as quickly as possible. otherwise……"

   "Oh, no, no, you didn't understand what I meant. Director Scrimgeour."

  Dolores Umbridge shook his fingers and glanced at the old lion beside him in a good mood.

This Auror office director is indeed extremely reliable and tough in terms of work ability, but he is obviously much more stupid in terms of politics. If she changes to normal times, she will not kindly point out these little skills, but now she has to rely on For the other party’s results...

  "The top priority? Of course, the top priority is to count our results this time so that we can report to the public."

Umbridge said triumphantly, Yuanyuan’s big eyes were full of cruelty and indifference, “If I remember correctly, when mysterious people were raging in the magic world, those dark creatures were quite active under him... During the trial of the Death Eaters, due to the werewolf debate, those crazy and dangerous beasts were missed, but this time is different. We can convict a certain crime."

   "But, that happened more than ten years ago, and we can't tell who exactly..."

  Rufus Scrimgeour frowned, shook his head and said in a deep voice.

Unlike giants and Death Eaters, when Voldemort’s werewolf army attacked humans, they were usually dispatched on the night of the full moon after they were deformed, so that they were more of a deterrent weapon than exposed to people. The spokesperson of the Dark Demon in sight.

  "Can you tell the difference between werewolves and werewolves, I mean, after they become wild beasts, tell who they are?"

  "Perhaps Fenrir Greyback can, but other werewolves—"

   "That's right, I can't. Obviously, the wizards who read the newspaper can't tell."

  The smile on Umbridge’s face grew brighter, her mouth opened wide, like a toad swallowing flies.

"When they become wolves and start to go crazy, looking at the pictures of beasts-whether dead or alive... It is not their false testimony that determines how many of them have committed themselves to harm others by the dark forces. It lies in the fair judgment of the Aurors—"

"this is……"

  Rufus Scrimgeour looked at the witch before him in shock, a chill suddenly rose in his heart.

  Compared to those werewolf suspects imprisoned in the dungeon, this Senior Deputy Minister of Magic is more like a hungry wolf that devours people.

  Umbridge raised his fatty hand, patted Scrimgeour on the shoulder carelessly, and said softly with a smile.

"As far as I know, Amelia Burns, the current director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, is approaching retirement age. If you can make some achievements, Director Scrimgeour If you do, maybe... you think about it. See you at the press conference tomorrow afternoon—"

  After that, she pursed her mouth, put away the files and interrogation records on the desktop, turned and left the room.

The werewolf concentration plan took Umbridge two full days. Now she has to deal with and arrange some other things. After all, she will return to Hogwarts from next week to start a new round of changes. Worked for the long "Ministry of Magic Teaching Review".

  Before that, she had to find a way to seek more privileges for her future work.

  For example, the suggestion made by the innocent Auror Kingsley Shaker not long ago is very worthy of consideration.

The Ministry of Magic can influence Hogwarts by issuing an "Education Order". If any omissions are found in the process, it is sufficient to continue to issue a new "Education Order" as a supplement. The finalized education order is...

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Great!

  (End of this chapter)