Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

"No, listen to my explanation!" Fudge was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He stamped his feet and looked at Umbridge, "Umbridge, you know! There is no way I can do something on my own." You’re asking other women to come to the house right under your nose, Madam!”

Umbridge, who was named, could only show an awkward but polite smile.

Damn, how could I know if you would do such a thing? !

Mrs. Fudge turned to look at him, her expression indescribably cold, "In other words, you usually call other women over when I'm not at home?"

Umbridge was lost in thought. If you say so, it's true. Every time Fudge calls him, it's while you're not around.

Could it be...

Umbridge shuddered. Could it be that Minister Fudge was going to attack this delicate little pink flower of hers?

"No...I'm not..." Fudge's anxious tongue trembled, "Why would I ask other women to come to my house if I have nothing to do!"

Mrs. Fudge looked incomprehensible, "How do I know what you want to ask other people to do?"

At this moment, Rita finally opened her eyes, and what she saw was two women and a man.

Her eyes were fixed on the man, her teeth were chattering loudly, but her reason was still there, and she put on the bathrobe on the towel rack at lightning speed.

The bathrobe with its own drying effect immediately made her wet and dry, which made Rita feel more confident.

Opening the shower curtain, Rita came to the three men aggressively, her right hand already reaching for the wand in her pocket.

Now she is not in that small closed space. She is in human form, and it is easy to cast magic. Although it is a bit weak, Rita feels that she must be stronger in order to have the possibility to dominate the next conversation.

Umbridge decided to divert the attention of the Fudges immediately, otherwise they might say something even more outrageous, "Ms. Skeeter, why did you show up at Minister Fudge's house? And, still..." She looked at He looked around and said, "Here."

Rita stared at Minister Fudge, her chest heaving violently, "Why am I here? Isn't that why Minister Fudge is not here?"

Fudge was confused, what do you have to do with me here? !

I didn't drag you in!

Rita would not give him a chance to defend, and immediately started to reveal, "You bastard! Lock me behind your bookcase for at least half a year! Do you think I will succumb to you?! I'm telling you! It's a dream!" "

She spoke confidently and righteously, but her words were very ambiguous, making people think a lot.

"There cannot be a secret compartment or dark room behind my husband's bookcase, I am sure of this." Mrs. Fudge explained, "Madam, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

Rita was certainly true. After all, she had been imprisoned for a long time. She puffed up her chest and said, "How do you know your husband didn't secretly cast an infinite stretching spell behind the bookcase?"

Mrs. Welfare was stunned, and turned to look at her husband in surprise. She couldn't guarantee this, but Fudge probably wouldn't do such a thing in his study.

Fudge was startled, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, "How is that possible! There is no way I can expand the space to the size of a person!"

Mrs. Fudge nodded in agreement, "Although it's a bit embarrassing, he really can't do it."

Fudge glared, how could you say that about your husband!

Rita snorted, "That's because I know Animagus! Of course I can't do it alone, but a petite Animagus can!"

"What?!" Everyone in the room widened their eyes and looked at this unattractive reporter in disbelief.

Umbridge's lips moved, as if she wanted to say something like "You are an illegal Animagus", but she thought about it and still did not say it.

Rita didn't pay attention to the shock of the three people, and glared at Fudge with gritted teeth, "I accepted Minister Fudge's secret mission to go to Hogwarts to find out Dumbledore's intelligence!"

Mrs. Fudge covered her mouth and looked at Fudge in shock.

Fudge looked horrified, "Hey, I've never done that kind of thing, don't talk nonsense!"

But his performance makes people think that this is a guilty conscience after being found guilty of doing bad things.

Umbridge's eyes shone as she stared at Rita, hoping to know what information she had gleaned.

Lace is fine too.

"On the way back, this hateful bastard attacked me and trapped me in the bookcase!" Rita stared at Fudge fiercely, as if she wanted to eat him, "I tell you, I will never I’ll tell you anything I see!”

Fudge shook his head and tried to deny it, "I didn't ask you to monitor Dumbledore at all. Everything is just your own guess..."

This skillful excuse made people believe that he had done such a thing.

"...Even if Dumbledore has regarded Harry Potter as his heir..." Rita said nonsense that she didn't even believe.

Umbridge's eyes lit up, and she subconsciously asked, "Is there any evidence?"

Rita said nonchalantly, "There is a master lurking around Harry to protect him... I can't beat him... Otherwise, why do you think this bastard wants to imprison me?! He sees that I can't get the evidence and is afraid that I will be exposed." he!"

Mrs. Fudge looked understanding.

Fudge sneered, "What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think I would use a paparazzi reporter to explore Dumbledore's secrets?"

Then he saw the natural look in his wife's and his best friend's eyes.

"Hey, hey, isn't it? Isn't it?!" Fudge's eyes widened, "You don't really think I would do such a thing, do you?"

Mrs. Fudge frowned and said softly, "Before you do something like this next time, remember not to show up in person."

Umbridge also said coquettishly, "You only need to inform me in the future, and I, Dolores Umbridge, will definitely eliminate all future troubles for you!"

Fudge was even more unbelievable, "Hey! I really didn't do that kind of thing!"

Mrs. Fudge turned her head and continued to look at Rita, "Since Fudge hired you, we are willing to pay you a commission, but for such things as imprisonment..."

Rita snorted, "Am I going to lie to you? He wants to imprison my free soul? Don't even think about it! I will only dedicate myself to my readers and journalism!"

Mrs. Welfare felt that what she said was getting more and more outrageous, so she sneered, "Do you think that Fudge is attracted by your beauty and wants to do something to you?"

As she spoke, she straightened her waist and fiddled with the gauze waistcoat hanging on her arms, showing off her proud assets.

Just very strong.