HP Approaches the Magical World

Chapter 882 The Rebellion of the Ministry of Magic

"No, no, I'm telling you I'm half-breed, I'm half-breed.

My father is a wizard, he is, look it up, Archie Alderton, he's the famous designer of broomsticks, look it up.

I'm telling you—don't touch me, don't touch—"

Jon sat on the familiar chair of the Ministry of Magic court, watching the scene in front of him with interest.

This is also the first time he has seen such a scene. The way the Ministry of Magic handles affairs is very inefficient. Of course, this is also because they have relatively few things to manage.

Inefficiency also has the benefits of inefficiency. Being able to see emotional changes clearly, the pain and despair, for some reason, can make him feel the reality of the world.

Some irony.

Hidden in the shadows, he watched Hermione - she was Malfada now.

She's in character, and while it looks like she should have seen the locket around Umbridge's neck, she's still at work right now.

The Ministry of Magic job seems to be handy for her, it is difficult to say whether it is a talent or something else.

But Umbridge's voice was as ugly as ever.

Thinking of this, he fell silent again. After all, today's protagonist is not him.

...

"This is the last warning,"

Umbridge said softly, his voice amplified by magic, clearly overshadowing the man's desperate cry:

"If you resist any longer, you'll get a dementor's kiss."

The man's cry trailed off, but the sob still echoed in the hallway.

"Take him away."

Two dementors appeared at the door of the court, clutching the upper arm of a warlock who seemed to have passed out in huge, rotting, scabbed hands.

The dementors dragged him down the hallway, the darkness behind them engulfing him.

"Next—Mary Cattermole."

cried Umbridge.

A thin woman stood up, trembling all over.

She was dressed in plain robes, her black hair was pulled back in a bun, her face was bloodless, and Harry saw her shudder as the woman passed the Dementor.

He had acted entirely impulsively, without any plan, but could not bear to see her walk into that courtroom alone: ​​as the door began to close, he slipped in after her.

This was not the courtroom where he was tried for the abuse of magic last time. Although the ceiling was the same height, it was much smaller than that room, and it felt like being in a deep well.

There were more dementors here, and a chill settled over the room.

Like faceless sentries, they stood in the farthest corner from the high interrogation table.

Behind the railing on the stage sat Umbridge, Yaxley on one side, and Hermione, who was as pale as Mrs Cattermole, on the other.

A large silver-haired cat paced up and down the bottom of the ledge, and Harry realized it was there to protect the prosecutors from the desperation emanating from the dementors.

Despair is for the accused, not for the interrogator.

"sit down."

said Umbridge's sweet voice.

Mrs. Catmull staggered to the solitary chair in the center of the stage.

As soon as she sat down, the chains rattled out of the armrests and secured her there.

"You are Mary Elizabeth Cattermole?"

Mrs. Cattermole nodded tremblingly.

"Wife of Reginald Cattermole, Magical Maintenance?"

Mrs. Cattermole began to cry.

"I don't know where he is, he was supposed to be here with me!"

Umbridge ignored it.

"Mazzie, Ellie and Alfred Cattermole's mother?"

Mrs. Cattermole cried harder.

"They were terrified that I might not be able to go back—"

"okay,"

Yaxley said contemptuously, "Mudblood cubs have no sympathy from us.

"

Mrs. Cattermole's sobs muffled the sound of Harry's footsteps, and he made his way cautiously towards the terrace steps.

When he passed the place where the silver cat patron saint walked, he immediately felt the temperature change: it was warm and comfortable here.

He was sure the Patronus belonged to Umbridge, and if it was bright it was because she was happy here, in her place, upholding the twisted laws she had helped make.

Little by little, Harry moved carefully behind Umbridge, Yaxley, and Hermione, and finally sat down behind Hermione.

He was afraid to startle Hermione, and he had planned to cast the Listening Charm on Umbridge and Yaxley, but whispering the spell might also scare Hermione.

Umbridge then raised his voice to address Mrs. Cattermole, and Harry took his chance.

"I'm behind you."

he whispered to Hermione.

As expected, she was so shocked that she almost knocked over the ink bottle used for recording.

But Umbridge and Yaxley were so preoccupied with Mrs. Cattermole that they didn't notice it.

"A wand was confiscated from you at the Ministry of Magic today, Mrs. Cattermole," Umbridge was saying, "eight and three-quarter inches, cherrywood, with a core of unicorn hair. Do you confirm this description?"

Mrs. Catmull nodded, wiping her eyes with her sleeve.

"Can you tell us which wizard you took this wand from?"

"Seize—seize?"

Mrs. Catmull wept: "I didn't take—take from anybody.

It was bought--bought when I was eleven, it--it--it chose me. "

She cried harder.

Umbridge let out a little girly grin, and Harry wanted to beat her up.

As she leaned forward to get a better view of her prey over the obstacle, a golden object swung to her chest and hung there: the locket.

Hermione gave a small squeak, but Umbridge and Yaxley were too focused on their prey to hear anything else.

"No," said Umbridge, "no, I don't think so, Mrs Cattermole.

The wand only chooses wizards, and you are not a wizard.

Here's the questionnaire I sent you last time - Mafalda, bring it here. "

Umbridge held out a small hand: she looked so toadlike that Harry was momentarily surprised that there were no webs between those stubby fingers.

Hermione's hands were shaking with shock, and she rummaged through the pile of papers on the chair beside her before finally pulling out a roll of parchment with Mrs Cattermole's name on it.

"That--that's beautiful, Dolores."

She pointed to the shiny pendant in the folds of Umbridge's jacket.

"What?"

snapped Umbridge, glancing down: "Oh, yes—an old heirloom."

She patted the locket affixed to her full breasts and said:

"s is short for Selwyn... I am related to the Selwyn family...

In fact, there are very few pure-blood families that are not related to me... a pity,"

Flipping through Mrs. Cattermole's questionnaire, she said aloud:

"You can't say that.

Parents' occupation: vegetable merchant. "

Yaxley laughed disdainfully.

Under the stage, the fluffy silver cat was pacing up and down, and the dementor was waiting in the corner of the room.

Umbridge's lie made Harry's blood rush to his head, and he forgot to be cautious.

The locket she bribed from an unscrupulous peddler is now used to prove her pure-blood status.

Harry didn't even bother to continue hiding under the cloak, he raised his wand and shouted, "Stunning!"

In a flash of red, Umbridge fell, hitting his head on the edge of the railing, Mrs. Cattermole's papers slid from her lap to the floor, the silver cat walking back and forth was gone, and the icy air hit like the wind. Come.

Yaxley was puzzled, and turned to look for the source of the commotion.

He saw a disembodied hand pointing a wand at him, and hurried to draw his own, but it was too late.

"Damned!"

Yaxley slid to the ground, curled up in a ball.

"Harry!"

"Hermione, if you think I'm going to sit here and watch her pretend—"

"Harry, Mrs. Cattermole!"

Harry turned quickly, throwing off the Invisibility Cloak.

Under the stage, the dementor had come out of the corner and was floating towards the woman tied to the chair.

I don't know if it's because the Patronus has disappeared, or because they feel that their master has lost control, they seem to be unscrupulous.

Mrs. Cattermole screamed in terror, and a large, sticky, scabbed hand squeezed her chin and threw her face back.

"Call God to protect you!"

Silver stags rose from the tip of Harry's staff and leaped at the dementor, and they backed away, melting into the shadows again.

The silver deer jogged round and round the room, its light stronger and warmer than the cat's, filling the courtroom.

"Take the Horcrux."

He ran down the steps, stuffing the cloak into his bag, to Mrs. Cattermole.

"you?"

Looking into his face, she whispered, "But—but Reggie said you put my name up for review!"

"Yeah?"

Harry muttered, tugging at the chains on his arms: "Oh, I changed my mind. Torn apart!"

no response.

"Hermione, how do you get rid of these chains?"

"Wait, I'm doing something—"

"Hermione, we're surrounded by dementors!"

"I know, Harry, but if she wakes up and finds the locket gone -

I must copy one... double!

Well... then she shouldn't be able to see it..."

Hermione rushed down the steps.

"Let me take a look... Li Song is venting!"

The chains rattled into the arms of the chair, and Mrs. Cattermole still looked terribly frightened.

"I don't know."

"You've got to get out of here with us," Harry said, pulling her up, "go home and take your children and run away, or out of the country if you can't, and pretend to run away.

You see what's going on, you can't get justice here. "

"Harry," said Hermione, "how do we get out with so many dementors at the door?"

"Patron saint."

Harry pointed his wand at his own Patronus: the silver stag slowed, still shining brightly, towards the door.

"The more the merrier, call yours too, Hermione."

"Call God—Call God Guard."

said Hermione, and nothing came up.

"It was the only spell that was a little difficult for her,"

said Harry to Mrs. Cattermole, who was completely transfixed.

"It's a little unfortunate...Come on, Hermione..."

"Call God to protect you!"

A silver otter jumped out of the tip of Hermione's wand and swam gracefully through the air towards the silver stag.

"Walk."

Harry led Hermione and Mrs. Cattermole towards the door.

The crowd waiting outside screamed as the Patronus floated out of the courtroom.

Harry glanced around as the Dementors on either side were retreating, melting into the darkness, dispelled by the silvery ecstasy.

"It's decided now, you all go home and hide with your family."

said Harry to the Muggle-borns, dazzled by the Patronus's light and still cringing a little.

"Go abroad if possible, away from the Ministry of Magic.

This is the -- uh -- the new official position.

Now, as long as you follow the Patronus, you can escape the hall. "

They went all the way to the top of the stone steps without being stopped.

But as they made their way to the elevator, Harry grew concerned.

He couldn't help feeling too conspicuous if they entered the hall with a silver stag and a silver otter, and twenty others with them, half of them accused Muggle-born wizards.

Just as he came to this unpleasant conclusion, the elevator doors in front of them clanged open.

"Reggie!"

Mrs. Cattermole cried, throwing herself into Ron's arms: "Runcorn let me out, he knocked out Umbridge and Yaxley, and told us all to flee the country. I think we should do it, Reggie, really. Hurry home and get the baby—how did you get so wet?"

"water,"

Ron muttered, breaking free: "Harry, they know someone has broken into the Ministry, it looks like there's a hole in Umbridge's office door.

In that case, I think we've got five minutes—"

Hermione's Patronus popped out, and she turned to Harry in shock.

"Harry, if we're stuck here, we..."

"Not as long as you act quickly."

Harry turned to the group behind him who were staring at him dumbfounded.

"Who has a wand?"

About half of them raised their hands.

"Okay, if you don't have a wand, find someone who does.

We need to move fast - before we get blocked by them.

let's go. "

Everyone piled into the two elevators, Harry's Patronus at the golden grating door, which closed and the elevators began to ascend.

At the same time, outside the Ministry of Magic, Stephen waved his hand, and wizards from the Society for the Study of Magic began to disappear one by one. Most of these people were wizards of Muggle origin. During this time, the Society for the Study of Magic has been in charge of protecting and hide from these people.

Their task today is not combat, because it is unnecessary, and it is not yet time. Their task today is to disrupt the Ministry of Magic.

"Looks like we should go, Uncle Cattermole, it's about time."

Reggie nodded, watching Stephen put on his gray cloak, and then apparated back to the Ministry of Magic with him.

Ministry of Magic.

elevator.

"Eighth Floor,"

The witch said indifferently, "The main hall."

Harry knew right away that there was trouble.

There were many people in the hall, walking up and down in front of the fireplaces, closing them.

"Harry!"

Hermione screamed, "How do we—"

"stop!"

Harry shouted loudly, and Runcorn's powerful voice echoed in the main hall, and the wizards who blocked the fireplace were stunned.

"follow me."

He whispered to the terrified Muggle-borns, who were rushing forward led by Ron and Hermione.

"What's the matter, Albert?"

asked the bald wizard who had followed Harry out of the fireplace earlier, looking tense.

"These people have to leave before you close the exit."

Harry tried to speak in a commanding tone.

The wizards looked at each other.

"We were ordered to close all exits and not allow anyone..."

"Are you defying me?"

Harry said aggressively, "Shall I look into your family tree, like Dirk Creswell?"

"sorry!"

The bald wizard was taken aback, and stepped back: "I don't mean anything else, Albert, I just think... I think they are being interrogated..."

"Their blood is pure,"

Harry said, his deep voice echoing in the hall, very intimidating: "I dare say more pure than many of you, let's go."

He shouted to the Muggle-borns, who hurried into the fireplace and disappeared in pairs.

The wizards of the Ministry of Magic stayed behind hesitantly, some looked confused, some were frightened and dissatisfied.

Sudden--

"Mary!"

Mrs. Cattermole turned her head. The real, non-vomiting Reggie Catmull had just come out of an elevator.

"Re—Reggie?"

She looked from her husband to Ron, who cursed loudly.

The bald wizard opened his mouth wide and turned his head ridiculously between the two Reggie Cattermoles.

"Hey—what's going on!"

"Close the exit! Close!"

Yaxley burst from the other elevator and ran to the crowd by the fireplace.

By this time, all the Muggle-born wizards had disappeared from the fireplace except Mrs. Cattermole.

As soon as the bald wizard raised his wand, Harry raised his huge fist and knocked him flying.

"He's helping Muggle-borns escape, Yaxley!"

Ron took advantage of the uproar among the bald wizard's companions, grabbed Mrs. Cattermole, dragged her into the still-open fireplace and disappeared.

Yaxley looked bewilderedly at Harry, then at the beaten wizard, and here was real Reggie Cattermole screaming, "My wife! Who was that with my wife? What happened?" What's up?"

Harry saw Yaxley turn his head, a look of disenchantment on his dull face.

"Go!"

Harry called out to Hermione, grabbed her hand, and they jumped into the fireplace together, Yaxley's spell flying over Harry's head.

They spin for a few seconds and shoot out of the toilet bowl.

"Reggie, I don't understand—"

"Let go, I'm not your husband, you have to go home!"

There was a boom in the cubicle behind him, and Harry turned around just as Yaxley jumped out.

"let's go!"

Harry yelled, grabbing Hermione's hand and Ron's arm, and whirled.

Harry suspected he was suffocating, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't see, the only real thing in the world was Ron's arm and Hermione's finger, but his finger was slowly slipping off...

Then he saw the gate of 12 Grimmauld Place and the serpentine knocker, but before he could catch his breath, he heard a scream, a flash of purple light, and Hermione's hands suddenly gripped like pliers. Catch him, and everything goes back into darkness.

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