Starting Over at Hogwarts

July 3, 1990.

British Ministry of Magic, basement tenth floor.

This is the area where the Wizengamot Inquisition is located.

Countless dark wizards who had committed heinous crimes were sent here, including those Death Eaters who had followed Voldemort, to be tried by members of the Wizengamot.

In the middle of the entire courtroom is the chair where criminals sit when they are tried. Surrounded by an area are the Wizengamot members, who will decide the fate of criminals through a show of hands.

now.

It's empty here.

Scattered candlelight illuminated the courtroom.

A woman wearing pink low-heeled shoes slowly walked into the courtroom. She was wearing a pink coat, a pink hat on her head, and carrying a pink handbag in her hand.

She was obviously wearing girlish colors, but she was wearing a middle-aged short and fat woman. She walked into the courtroom step by step, stroking the wall with her palms, and a little obsession in her eyes.

During this time, she came here every day.

Because next week will be the succession ceremony for the new British Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, and she will serve as one of Fudge's closest assistants and become the Deputy Minister of Magic.

Of course.

She would also become one of the wizards on the Wizengamot Supreme Court.

This place symbolizes the top level of the entire British Ministry of Magic. From now on, she will become a member of this class. This is also the truly supreme area in the magical world.

Her name is Dolores Umbridge.

In fact, during this time, Umbridge liked to walk through the Ministry of Magic every day after get off work, carefully walking through every place that her future power could touch.

However…

Today there are some exceptions.

Umbridge walked into the courtroom with a satisfied smile, picked up her wand and lit all the candles here one by one, so that the candlelight completely illuminated the empty courtroom.

Then…

Her expression changed.

The light dispels the darkness at the same time.

It often also illuminates the dangers lurking in the darkness.

Sitting on the chair in the middle of the courtroom was a short, fat man.

This short, fat man was just like those dark wizards, sitting quietly on that chair, lowering his head quietly as if accepting an unknown trial.

"You are... the Dark Lord Peter!"

A hint of panic immediately appeared in Umbridge's eyes!

Why does the Dark Lord Peter appear here, even on the tenth floor of the basement of the Ministry of Magic? How did this Dark Lord get in!

"Be quiet."

Peter Pettigrew sat on the trial chair that only criminals would sit on, still lowering his head casually, with a somewhat cold voice: "Let me quietly feel what it is like to be judged here..."

"..."

Umbridge held her wand nervously!

However, her courage was actually very small, and she didn't dare to confront someone like the Dark Lord. She turned around suddenly and wanted to escape directly from here. She didn't want to face the Dark Lord herself!

"return."

Peter Pettigrew's words made the pink pudgy figure immediately freeze in place!

Just when Umbridge mustered up the courage to run away again, her body floated involuntarily and floated back like a big pink balloon!

"Please...let me go..."

Umbridge's first thought was to beg for mercy!

Because facing a Dark Lord, she didn't have the guts to resist!

At this time, Umbridge only had deep regret in her heart. This short, fat woman who always liked to dress up as a girl was struggling desperately in the air to fall down...

"Hehehehe...don't worry."

A sharp smile appeared on Peter Pettigrew's lips, his nails glowed with a white light, and he controlled Umbridge's body to land directly on a position among the members of the Wizengamot Council.

"I just want to experience the feeling of being judged..."

Peter Pettigrew raised his head with a smile, stared at the frightened pudgy pink woman sitting on the chair, and said with a sneer: "Please start...start judging my guilt."

"me…"

Umbridge felt her heart suddenly tightening!

At this moment, she felt that her whole body was overwhelmed by boundless fear, and she even felt like she couldn't breathe!

No.

should say.

She didn't dare to breathe.

Who can tell her that a Dark Lord has sneaked into the deepest area of ​​the Ministry of Magic, sat in the prisoner's seat in this empty courtroom, and randomly selected a lonely wizard to sit in the judge's seat...

Then…

said the Dark Lord.

Come and judge me for my crimes.

Doesn't this scare people to death?

Umbridge grabbed her collar, her eyes fixed on Peter Pettigrew's movements, breathing heavily in air, trying her best to dispel her fear!

Now…

Umbridge just hopes that any wizard will appear here and let her escape from here. She doesn't want to stay here, and she doesn't dare to say anything to anger the Dark Lord in front of her!

"Please begin."

Peter Pettigrew raised his head and stared at Umbridge, with an evil smile on his lips: "Please hurry up, because I don't have much time..."

"I...I...you..."

Umbridge stammered a few more words, and quickly started breathing air again. She didn't dare to make any big moves, and her face turned pale with fear!

"Don't you dare judge me?"

Peter Pettigrew chuckled and leaned back in his chair.

"…Um."

Umbridge nodded quickly, as if she heard some hope, and immediately began to speak: "No one... can judge you..."

"interesting."

After Peter Pettigrew chuckled and nodded, he suddenly said: "It seems that you are much smarter than most people in the Ministry of Magic..."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Umbridge quickly lowered her head.

At this moment, she had hope of life again.

As long as the Dark Lord can let her go, as long as she can still live!

"Well, you're lucky."

Peter Pettigrew crossed his legs and slowly spread his arms: "Say your name and introduce to me who you are..."

"Umbridge."

The woman subconsciously said her name, and as if she was afraid of something, she added: "Dolores Umbridge."

Such luck…

She doesn’t want it at all!

Why would this kind of bad luck happen to her? In just a few days, she will be the Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic and a member of the Wizengamot. She shouldn't be running around at all!

but…

Who would have thought that a Dark Lord would infiltrate the Ministry of Magic!

But Umbridge soon had to congratulate herself on her rashness.

"I remember, Ms. Umbridge..."

Peter Pettigrew looked at her with a smile on his face, and suddenly said something that made her heart skip a beat: "Ms. Umbridge, are you interested in being the Minister of Magic?"

"Wha...what!"

A look of disbelief flashed across Umbridge's face!

Of course, after being surprised for a moment, Umbridge quickly lowered her head, nervously thinking about why Peter Pettigrew said such a thing...

Of course.

Umbridge must also have dreamed of being the Minister of Magic.

However, the next Minister is her boss Cornelius Fudge, and the succession ceremony will even begin next week. Can she still surpass Fudge and become Minister of Magic?

"I can help you."

Peter Pettigrew grinned and said with a smile: "As long as we work together, when I rule the magical world, I will definitely let you sit safely in that supreme position, the position that the entire magical world longs for. …”

"..."

Umbridge was actually a little excited!

If a Dark Lord is willing to help her, there is a high probability that she can become the Minister of Magic. However, it is very dangerous to cooperate with a Dark Lord. After all, there are a lot of Dark Lords at this time...

If a Dark Lord really stands up in the future, if the Dark Lord she chooses is a loser, he will definitely be sent to Azkaban by those people...

No!

wrong!

Umbridge wanted what she was thinking to fly out. As a person from the Ministry of Magic, if she was found to be in collusion with the Dark Lord, she would also be sent to Azkaban!

"Hehehehe...Ms. Umbridge..."

Peter Pettigrew's fingertips glowed with a green light, he chuckled and said, "It seems you don't want to. I can only consider killing you and find someone else..."

"No no no no!"

Umbridge shook her head hastily, touched her collar nervously, and whispered: "I just don't believe what you said is true..."

"Of course it's true, it just takes a little time."

The green light at Peter Pettigrew's fingertips quietly extinguished, and he chuckled and said: "As a token of my sincerity, let me tell you one thing first... After a while, I will attack the Ministry of Magic, and you'd better get out of here."

"…yes…"

Umbridge tightened her sleeves nervously.

Just as Umbridge was walking cautiously, she turned back to look at Peter Pettigrew, fearing that the Dark Lord would kill her from behind...

"correct."

Peter Pettigrew's voice suddenly came from behind.

The Dark Lord stopped and wanted to leave Umbridge, then chuckled and continued: "Can you tell me...where is the Time Turner of the Ministry of Magic?"

"Of course...of course."

Umbridge quickly agreed and replied timidly: "It's in the warehouse of the Logistics Department... there... there are those dangerous things at the very end."

"you can go now."

Peter Pettigrew smiled and asked Umbridge to leave.

After the fat woman in pink clothes left, Peter Pettigrew's face gradually calmed down, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he let out a vague sigh: "It's really stupid, the Minister of Magic is a kind of High-risk consumables..."