"How's your elixir going?"
At the dinner table, Lupine asked William which pot he was not picking up, causing William to roll his eyes covertly.
"The condition is not very good. The medicine is becoming more and more unstable. There is no corresponding description in the information I can find. I can only rely on my own experience to slowly adjust..."
William sighed, spread jam on the bread and took a bite.
"It's obviously almost time to add materials for the next time, but looking at the current situation, I really don't know whether to add materials first or stabilize the potion first and delay the time..."
He swallowed the bread, sighed, and finally made up his mind.
"I have decided to adjust the potion's condition first and prepare for failure. It's amazing that this material is wasted!"
Listening to William's harsh words, none of the professors around him mentioned the hurdle where Snape might be able to solve the problem - in this castle, even the house elves knew that the headmaster of Slytherin had always been concerned about self-defense. The position of art professor is unavailable, and the two parties cannot play together at all.
Although the raw materials for the Fuling Elixir are expensive and extremely difficult to assemble, it would be a pity to waste it, but this is the only way to deal with such a thing.
"By the way, speaking of-"
Professor Taylor mysteriously began to change the topic, "A big event happened yesterday. Do you know?"
"What, Albus is working overtime?"
Moody put down the piece of bread he had carefully inspected, nodded slowly and told a joke.
The effect is outstanding - the contrast between the jokes told by a serious person like him is particularly strong.
The professors laughed so rudely that Professor McGonagall glanced at them several times before stopping.
Only then did William notice that Mad-Eye seemed to be in a much better mood today than usual - the last time he saw him so happy was when Rita was sent to the temporary prison in the Auror office while crying.
"It's not serious yet."
Professor Taylor continued seriously, "But, that incident scared a lot of people. It is said that the employees of the Ministry of Magic worked overtime until after ten o'clock to get the official results."
"Why is it so mysterious? Stop playing charades with us, Professor Taylor."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute—it'll be there soon."
Professor Taylor showed an unusual childishness at this moment and pointed his hand towards the sky.
William raised his head and was stunned for a moment when he found that the ceiling was still showing the weather outside, and then he immediately thought of what had happened.
"Is it an owl? Newspaper?"
"Correct answer, that will definitely be today's headline!"
Professor Taylor said happily.
Less than five minutes after he revealed the news, the professors who were aroused finally waited for the owl that came to deliver the newspaper today.
William took his copy of the newspaper and quickly unfolded it. The professor who usually didn't like to subscribe to newspapers had already gathered next to him.
Then, most of the professors, including William, opened their mouths--Are you kidding!
On the front page of the newspaper, Umbridge, the Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic, was actually locked with magic handcuffs!
"Former Senior Undersecretary of Magic Umbridge is suspended for investigation!" "
There were exclamations of exclamation from both the professors' desks and the students' desks.
Except for wizards born in Muggle society, the rest of the children have heard the name of this deputy minister while growing up - she often appears on the cover of the Daily Prophet, the most subscribed book in the wizarding world, and is accompanied by the words In the interview with the most popular reporter Rita, even people who don't like her have to admit that this deputy minister is a real big shot.
'It's just messing around. How come someone like the Deputy Minister of Magic is being controlled - are the Aurors rebelling? '
Such thoughts appeared in William's mind - otherwise he would have been unable to explain such bizarre things.
It is said to be a suspension investigation, but anyone with a discerning eye knows that if it was just a simple investigation, how could it be possible to directly use the Daily Prophet to announce the suspension - let alone the eye-catching photo of the handcuffs!
[According to an employee of the Ministry of Magic who did not want to be named, (ugh...William made a disdainful sound), the former senior deputy minister Umbridge was identified as a Death Eater lurking in the wizarding world, and the identifyor provided a large number of Information that can be verified...]
'joke…'
William glanced at the professor next to him who was reading the newspaper. They both saw this message in each other's eyes.
When school first started, a group of professors were still discussing Lucius Malfoy there, joking that he must be the best among the Death Eaters.
But later this inference was easily overturned, and Karkaroff became the limit of what people said a Death Eater could do.
But now, this newspaper has clearly told William and his professors that your vision is too small and your imagination is not rich enough.
The real Death Eater almost went undercover to the position of boss.
Even William, who was preoccupied with the elixir, had to make up for this news while attending classes and making potions - this was simply terrifying, the Death Eaters were just a few steps away from the highest seat in the British wizarding world. It's just a slight difference!
But the surprise was yet to come. When the three self-defense professors returned to the big office and Lupine brought his textbooks to class, William heard news from Moody that was not reported in the newspapers.
"No wonder I always dislike that guy Umbridge."
He sat carelessly, "What happened is simply unimaginable. When we thought we had won, there was actually such a hidden Death Eater who gave Mr. Crouch a fatal blow."
Moody sighed. He trusted Crouch. Although Crouch released the prisoner he had worked so hard to capture in exchange for the contents of Karkaroff's head, this did not affect Moody. Feeling good about him.
The director led the fight against the Death Eaters and granted Aurors great conveniences. He was the best leader he had encountered in the Ministry of Magic for so long - he would delegate power, have a tough attitude, not get in the way, and also give a lot of Practical support, the Aurors loved him.
"Fudge was terrified," Moody sighed, shook his head and joked, "It's no wonder, Death Eaters come in and out of his office every day, and they can take out their wands and give him an Avatar at any time."
"At first, he thought it was just dirty material used by Rita to expose, but thinking about what happened to Mr. Crouch, he almost didn't even go through the process properly. A group of strikers and Aurors were almost non-stop. Information provided by reporters who investigated Rita's capture."
"He even planned to meet with Dumbledore yesterday afternoon," Moody shook his head. "It's not his fault. Even people like Mr. Crouch fell under the conspiracy of that guy Umbridge, let alone Tell him."
Yesterday's operation was almost the best cooperation between Aurors and strikers since Voldemort's fall. Everyone was holding back their energy to find out the matter - the information Rita gave was very detailed, which allowed them to complete Minister Fudge's mission ahead of schedule. The most important task.
The severance of ties is true, the discriminatory remarks are true, the rapid improvement in resumes is true, the findings of deliberately suppressing some Death Eaters are true, and the collusion with Rita is true...
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'Ruined…'
In the temporary prison under the Auror office, Umbridge looked at the dark ceiling in a daze.
At first she was cursing the reporter named Rita with the most vicious words she had ever heard in her life, but now, she knew that it was all over.
She knows better than anyone else what she has done, and she also knows what the greatest protection is for her.
She never thought that she had not broken the laws of the wizarding world, but so what?
Fudge trusted her—that was her greatest strength.
What matters is not Fudge, but Fudge's position - when the Minister of Magic trusts her, her powers as Deputy Minister are almost unlimited.
But Rita completely destroyed that trust.
How long have the Malfoys been speculated to be Death Eaters? When had Fudge ever cared?
However, a deputy minister who tried to go further could not do it. Let alone Umbridge, even Dumbledore would still turn against Fudge once he made him think that he might have an idea for his throne.
She knew that she was destined to go to Azkaban for the rest of her life - Fudge acted too panicked, so he would redouble his efforts to make up for his mistake, that is, to completely seal the matter and put the name of Death Eater Put his head completely on her head.
'That cowardly idiot, didn't he ever think that I was the one who decided Rita's crime throughout the whole process? '
'He never thought that if I really was, Rita would have died in prison long ago...'
Umbridge slumped there, feeling so resentful towards the Minister of Magic for her failure to live up to expectations for the first time.
'Of course he won't think about it...because even he himself won't interfere in the Auror's private prison...'
She closed her eyes in despair, forced herself to calm down, and tried to find a way to break the situation - but unfortunately, Rita's business ability that she had praised countless times was as recognized as ever...
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At Malfoy Manor, Lucius was trembling in front of the newspaper - he knew there were Death Eaters he didn't know about, but he never thought there were such terrifying former colleagues.
'Fortunately, I was careful enough and never...even persuaded Draco to be careful at Hogwarts after that...'
He even somewhat agrees with Karkaroff's approach now - immediately go abroad after selling, and never come back to the UK normally.
'If she waits for the limelight to pass, she can target her a little bit...or just like she did with Crouch...'
Lucius shook his head, he couldn't imagine that situation.
Not to mention there is something even more terrifying - if that woman takes over Fudge's team and successfully enslaves Fudge...
"Prepare another Galleons and see if you can donate it to Hogwarts... We must stand firmly with Dumbledore. Those people in the Ministry of Magic... are too scary..."
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"Professor, would you like another basin of fire?"
In Durmstrang's ship, even though the room was warm enough, Karkaroff's forehead was still sweating coldly.
He had never felt so scary about the Death Eaters as he did now.
He has never been so afraid of the Dark Lord's tactics - after he successfully served as the principal of Durmstrang before, the Dark Lord became a powerful and cruel person in his mind, but with a bad mind. The wizard made it.
After all, the Dark Lord begged for a professorship at Hogwarts but could not get it, and he succeeded in taking over Durmstrang, which is as famous as Hogwarts.
He believed that with such a track record, he could discriminate against the Dark Lord on the wrist.
However, this morning's Daily Prophet really taught him a lesson.
There are actually unmarked Death Eaters, there are actually Death Eaters lurking in the Ministry of Magic who are directly taking orders from the Dark Lord!
Everyone has been deceived!
'That's his favorite Death Eater, right? '
The trembling on his body finally stopped, "It's okay, he's dead, it's okay..."
Karkaroff pulled up his sleeves, looked at the Dark Mark branded on himself, and curled his lips mockingly.
But why—his casual eyes became serious.
Why are the marks so heavy?
'Illusion...'
He looked at the sign and forcibly comforted himself, but his eyes still couldn't help but drift towards that direction.
'I must be scaring myself...'
'Yes, definitely. '
He comforted himself like this, but after a long time he called over a professor he trusted.
"Assemble 10,000 Galleons as backup and bring them to me."
"Yes, principal."
The professor didn't ask any more questions, "This will take about three days."
"It doesn't matter. Send me the Galleons that can be used in advance."
Karkaroff ordered, forcing himself to remain calm.
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"There's a newcomer here again. I don't know if you'll like it or not."
Azkaban, the strikers who came here specifically to verify something made an exception and provided newspapers to the Death Eaters - you know, after Sirius escaped from prison, this thing was the most serious contraband in Azkaban.
The new group of Death Eaters have been kept in a daze most of the time by the Dementors, and among the old group of Death Eaters, only those with the most profound attainments in dark magic can still maintain a few Much sense.
Bella was one of the few Death Eaters, so she managed to become the first Death Eaters in the prison to know about Umbridge's arrest.
But after seeing the report, her face began to distort, and her magic power began to riot - this unusual scene caused the strikers to quickly start summoning dementors.
But even if the dementors came, Bella's eyes still gave people the feeling that she would kill someone soon.
The strikers responsible for the test left the dementors responsible for the torture while retreating to their dedicated lounge to write reports.
"Write it truthfully..."
"The dementors are not even willing to hurt that Bella...and her reaction is too powerful..."
The unlearned striker described the facts he saw - if his professor or himself were more responsible, he would remember that after becoming a complete dark wizard, although he could no longer use the Patronus Charm, he had gained immunity. Most of the abilities affected by ghost monsters.
There's no way - this part is the original Defense Against the Dark Arts course...
The report was quickly sent to Fudge - the last speculation about Umbridge being a Death Eater was established almost instantly.
Umbridge gave preferential treatment to some Death Eaters in Azkaban by influencing the dementors...