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On the wooden cabinet beside the bed is a cup of warm water that I forgot to drink and a small Muggle alarm clock. The four-poster single bed next to the cabinet is obviously a reference to the Hogwarts school. Style, showing that the blonde woman sleeping casually on the bed is still single.
Judging from the few wrinkles around the eyelids, the woman is already over thirty years old, but there is still some innocence of a girl on her cheeks. She seems to have slept uneasily, with a slight sweat on her forehead and a few strands of hair. The silk sticks to the tightly furrowed brow.
"Ah!"
Bertha Jorkins suddenly woke up from her sleep, patted her chest with lingering fear, and gasped for air: "It's such a clear nightmare. …"
She dreamed that she was trapped in a closed room, with a house elf ordered to guard her, walking around her with a sharp knife for cutting beef.
There is an empty chair in the room, and there seems to be a person on that chair, an invisible but real person, looking at himself with invisible eyes...
Jorkins I picked up the cold water that had been sitting beside the bed all night and drank it. I looked around my home subconsciously, and the furnishings of the room in my dream emerged in my mind:
The area is large, the furniture is expensive, and the walls are hung. Some empty picture frames.
Only ancient pure-blood families can make those kind of magical portraits, but I don't know why, but the owner of the room cut out all the drawing papers, as if he didn't want those living portraits to discover anything...< br>
"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!"
The alarm clock rang suddenly, scaring Jorkins all over. Just when she subconsciously picked up the wand and wanted to freeze it, Weiss suddenly appeared in her mind. Mr. Lai's warning when he gave her an alarm clock.
"Just press lightly on the round button on top..."
Jorkins murmured, pressing his finger on the small button on the top of the alarm clock, pressing it down gently - it vibrated The screeching alarm clock stopped, almost like magic.
Jorkins was stunned for a moment, feeling strangely happy in his heart.
This alarm clock was a gift she received when she was transferred to the Department for the Misuse of Muggle Articles as Mr. Weasley's assistant. She always left it behind and made the office full of Muggle gadgets a mess. Weasley Mr. Weasley couldn't get her to stay in the job, so Mr. Weasley gave her this gadget just before she left for her rotation in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters.
This alarm clock is indeed very effective and can wake her up in time, but she never remembers the correct way to turn off the alarm clock every time, so she has to use a freezing spell or a confusion spell to stop it.
But today...
Jorkins scratched his head and was about to repeat this incident several times and write it down. When he went to work to talk to Mr. Weasley, he suddenly noticed The pointer on the top stopped at the number. I quickly slapped my forehead, slipped out of bed and got busy:
"Oops, I'm going to be late..."
A few minutes later, a wooden dining table was placed in front of the open kitchen. Warm bread, irregularly shaped omelettes, half-burnt kielbasa, and half-burnt kielbasa were placed on several old solid-color plates. Forget about boiling hot milk.
Jorkins's pajamas had been changed into work clothes. He hurriedly folded all the food into sandwiches, swallowed them in three gulps, drank the cold milk and burped coldly.
I waved my wand and used a crude but simple cleaning magic to clean all the tableware. Without putting it away in the cupboard, I put on my shoes and socks, picked up my handbag and went out.
Cang Dang!
The white-painted wooden door buckles into the door frame, and there are dense notes on the back, including the items that must be brought, the unfinished work yesterday, the itinerary for the next few days, and the daily necessities that need to be purchased on the weekend.
A few seconds later, the door was opened again. Jorkins came to the fireplace in a panic, grabbed a handful of floo powder and stood in:
"Ministry of Magic."
...
"Sorry! Sorry, sorry, please wait!"
Jorkins hurriedly hurriedly and slowly squeezed into the last elevator before being late, from the eighth floor underground The main hall goes all the way up.
With a smile of gratitude and joy on her face, she grabbed her handbag and nodded to the people in the elevator: "Good morning, Mr. Weasley, good morning, Mr. MacNeil, good morning..."
< br>Percy looked at the hesitant Jorkins and smiled gently: "Good morning, Ms. Jorkins, I am Percy Weasley from the International Magical Cooperation Department."
" Oh, another Mr. Weasley!" Jorkins suddenly realized.
"Just call me Percy. It just so happens that today I have a document that needs to be handed over to the minister for a reply."
"Oh, okay, okay..." Wandering to the second floor Jorkins, who worked as a handyman in the minister's office, nodded with a serious expression. The next second, he turned around like a child and showed off, "Mr. Weasley, I'm telling you, I finally turned off that noisy clock normally today." …"
"Really? Is it easy to use? Do you feel that there is any need for improvement? I also have an alarm clock that can use Christmas carols as an alarm..."
"Sounds really good!"
"..."
Soon arriving at the fourth underground floor where the Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures is located, Walton McNeil from the Dangerous Animals Committee sneered, whether he was laughing at Jorkins or at The Weasley father and son laughed at each other and strode out of the elevator.
Watching the elevator continue to go up, Jorkins looked at the father and son and asked in confusion: "Mr. Weasley, isn't the International Magical Cooperation Department on the fifth floor underground? Why do you want to continue going up? On?"
Percy looked at the documents in his hand and was silent for a moment. What should he say? Because he was worried about the mindless Miss Bertha Jorkins. In the past, documents delivered to the minister's office were delivered by him personally.
Arthur, the staff member who prohibits the misuse of Muggle items whose office is located on the second underground floor, took over and said with a smile: "We, father and son, have some things to discuss, so he has to go to my office, please." You give this document to the minister."
"Dad..." Percy kept winking at him.
Arthur smiled, as if he didn't see anything: "Excuse me, Bertha."
"No problem!" Jorkins promised.
While talking, the elevator reached the second floor. Arthur grabbed the file and handed it to her, and dragged Percy out of the elevator. The father and son walked towards the office, pulling and pulling.
Watching the golden gate close, Percy sighed helplessly: "There will be trouble, Dad."
"I know you are worried about Jorkins losing the file, but you noticed Is she in the same state just now? She looks much better. She can greet and chat with me normally..." Arthur's voice sounded very happy. He told Percy seriously, "Come to my place and sit for a while. In an hour. If you go back to her and ask for the signed documents, you can make up for it in time if there are any problems."
Percy was led away by his old father and shook his head: "I can go back to my office and wait. Mr. Crouch left a lot of work to deal with after leaving, and I..."
"I heard that Amelia Bones succeeded Crouch as the new Director of International Magical Cooperation. "
"Yes." "Then you should leave room for her to deal with the work alone. This will allow her to get familiar with and get started faster. Let's go, let's go..." Arthur muttered and talked to himself, very Let's talk about what happened in the elevator just now, "That guy Walton McNeil actually came to work in the ministry on time. This is even rarer than a mobile phone. In the past, as long as there were no magical animals that needed to be executed, he would always hang out in the tavern. "He drank and gambled."
Percy frowned slightly: "I also noticed something. He always runs to the Department of Mysteries. I saw him taking the elevator several times to deliver documents. The stairs go all the way down. In addition...people from the Auror office often appear in the Department of Mysteries."
"This is not right..." Arthur shook his bald and reflective head and repeated. , "This is not right, this Death Eater is not right, I have to tell..."
"Tell who?" Percy didn't hear clearly, but was only confused by Arthur's perfunctory, and couldn't help but continue. Asked, "Dad, what are you and mom doing recently? I have seen you two talking mysteriously in the middle of the night several times?"
"You will know later."
"Why can't you tell me now?"
"..."
...
Underground, Ministry of Magic Floor, Minister's Office.
Boom, boom, boom.
"Come in."
Jorkins opened the door to the minister's office and found that not only Minister Cornelius Fudge was in the room, but also a senior deputy minister sitting across from the desk. The clothes all over her body were full of bright pink, which made her bumpy toad face look even weirder. As for her name, she couldn't remember it.
"Minister Fudge, good morning, and...and..."
Cornelly Fudge saw the blond lady who was rotated to work as a handyman in his office, and recalled her With his glorious resume, he frowned slightly in disgust.
The smile on Dolores Umbridge's face quickly faded, her eyes showed undisguised disgust, and she spoke sarcastically and harshly in a girl's voice: "It's our forgetful and brainless young lady, Bertha." "Jorkins, do you remember what you came to the minister's office for?"
The high-pitched voice hurt his ears. He had no deep memory in the past, and Jorkins was stunned as if he heard it for the first time.
So who is she?
To Umbridge, this was another sign of forgetfulness. She glanced at the seal of the Department of International Magical Cooperation on the document bag and sneered twice: "Bring the document here, even the simplest document delivery has been done. No, what's the use of keeping someone like you in the Ministry of Magic? If it weren't for Crouch's sponsorship, you would have been fired long ago. Remember, it's not dismissal but expulsion...
"No one will sponsor now I hope you can pass the end-of-year assessment! "
Umbridge roughly grabbed the document, showed a flattering smile to Fudge, quickly unsealed it for him, and handed the document over.
Fudge witnessed everything that happened in the office and remained silent. He looked at the contents of the document and his face darkened: "We are asking about the mysterious person again. Newspapers and media from other countries have asked us to give clear information. Reply! I also want to apply for an interview with Dumbledore and the witness Harry Potter..."
"These nosy, fly-like reporters and every day!" Umbridge felt worried for the minister. , gritted his teeth angrily, "Didn't we clarify it a long time ago! These people would rather believe Dumbledore than the official statement of the Ministry of Magic!"
Hearing this, Fudge's face became even more ugly.
Umbridge looked at his face, and the smile on her face became more flattering: "Actually, Dumbledore just wanted to make people panic again. He was trying to gain power through people's trust in him. Wise Minister, I think you can see it, right?"
"But people are willing to believe him!" Fudge said coldly.
"He played a very cunning trick. The clever part of this trick lies in the witness..."
"You mean..."
"Harry. "Potter!" Umbridge explained patiently, "People want to believe in a simple student, especially this lucky little boy who has a great reputation. He is the nemesis of the mysterious man, the Boy Who Lived, and the savior. "
Fudge thought for a while: "You mean... we can blow away his false reputation and let people know that he is just an ordinary student, even naughty and playful, has violated school rules many times, and has mediocre grades. ."
Umbridge had a smile on her face, but her voice was filled with coldness, "As long as this witness no longer testifies for Dumbledore."
"But he is a loyal supporter of Dumbledore. We can't convince him."
"Maybe there is an easier way... You don't know yet, Azkaban has given birth to several more dementors, and they haven't had time to enter them into the roster. Dumbledore is not. If you doubt that we can't control the dementors, then prove it to him..."
"You!"
Fudge's heart was shaken, his expression was horrified, and he subconsciously looked at the only observer in the room. However, she only met a pair of blank eyes. Thinking of her glorious resume and her forgettable performance in delivering documents, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned to look at her senior deputy minister.
Umbridge smiled and advised: "As you said, Minister, he is a loyal supporter of Dumbledore."
"No, no, no." Fudge shook his head repeatedly. This man took office in peacetime. The minister could not accept such a thing. Even if he was fighting for the right to be the Minister of Magic, he was too cowardly to order the killing of a young wizard.
Umbridge's eyes flickered, and the sneer at the corner of her mouth disappeared. She quickly put on a pretentious girlish smile: "Then we can contact the Daily Prophet to expose Potter's true face. "What do you think of this plan?"
"Let's do this first."
Fudge hurriedly signed the document and sent Jorkins back.
The senior deputy minister walked into the golden gate together with the handyman who was rotated to the minister's office, and rode the elevator all the way down. When passing the second floor, the tall blond woman wanted to go out, and Umbridge laughed: "You should send the documents to Go to the fifth floor, mindless Jorkins!"
"Oh..."
When passing by the fifth floor, the man froze in place and did not go down. Umbridge glanced at him. The woman with a dull face spoke in a cold and stern voice that was completely different from before: "The Department of International Magical Cooperation is on this floor. Send the documents in your hand over, stupid Jorkins."
"Ah, oh, Okay..." Jorkins trotted out in a panic, even staggering and almost falling.
Umbridge smiled contemptuously and forgot about what happened a few minutes ago. This kind of brainless humanoid monster was really inappropriate in the minister's office.
The minister couldn't make up his mind, so she could just help him.
The elevator followed the shaft all the way to the eighth underground floor. Before the gate opened, Umbridge put on her sweet smile again, walked all the way to the fireplace aisle in front of the main hall, and grabbed a handful of Floo powder. , walked into the fire and shouted in a delicate voice:
"Azkaban."
(End of this chapter)