The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

"Is it still not caught until now?"

In a quaint and gorgeous office, Fudge sat sadly at his desk, listening to Scrimgeour's report to him.

"Yes Minister Fudge, our investigations in Diagon Alley and in London have found nothing. Black seems to have some way of escaping from us."

Scrimgeour said solemnly:

"Hogwarts is guarded by dementors, but the suspect is likely to be hiding there, because dementors cannot enter the main body of the castle."

"We must not go in. This is what I agreed with Dumbledore. Those greedy things that wanted to get on the train to attack the students already made Dumbledore very angry. I can't risk offending him. do so."

Fudge rejected Scrimgeour's request on the spot.

"It's the Minister, then I suggest to send some more people around Hogwarts. After all, things on the train have proved to us that those greedy monsters are not credible. If there is another injury incident, neither you nor the Attorney General will will feel better."

"Since Diagonal Phase and London have already been investigated, let's leave some people there to continue the investigation, and the rest will be stationed next to Hogwarts to help watch."

Fudge said with some headache.

"By the way, Minister Fudge, I met Assistant Umbridge when I was outside. She told me that you asked her to go to Hogwarts for official business. I want to ask what is the matter?"

Scrimgeour asked, because this woman has always only climbed high and not practical things, Scrimgeour was very afraid that this guy would make a fool of himself.

"What? I didn't say this!"

Fudge's eyes widened, and then his mind began to make quick calculations.

Umbridge is his confidant, and he often likes to venture into himself to prove her loyalty. When talking to her in the morning, he inadvertently expressed the idea that Dementors would come to Hogwarts to see...

"Should she take someone directly to Hogwarts?"

Fudge and Scrimgeour looked at each other and asked in unison.

"Damn it! I told her a long time ago, there must be no entry there! We must not turn against Dumbledore!"

Fudge cursed angrily, then slapped the table hard.

"The minister, do you need me to bring someone to get her back quickly?"

Scrimgeour asked tentatively.

"Yes, yes, hurry up and bring enough people to drag that idiot back to me from Hogwarts"!

Fudge's hands were shaking with anger.

"Mr. Minister"?

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, it was Arthur's voice.

"Hurry up and let him in. Arthur has a lot of people under his command. You two should take them with you."

Fudge was really a little scared at this time. If Umbridge really did something outrageous at Hogwarts, his own side would definitely be implicated.

"Mr. Minister, come out and have a look."

Scrimgeour opened the door, and Arthur immediately walked in from the outside and said anxiously to Fudge.

"What's wrong"?

Fudge saw that Arthur, a person who was usually so kind and Buddhist, could have such a rush on his face, and suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Mr. Dumbledore came to the door with a student. He said that the dementors just broke into Hogwarts and attacked the students. He wanted to talk to you."

"...Scrimgeour, please find someone to help me prepare the reception room."

The expression on Fudge's face was frozen there, and he spoke after a long silence.

"Yes, Minister."

Scrimgeour also seemed to realize that today's matter seemed to be in big trouble, and left the room immediately.

"Arthur, please show me the way."

Gu Fudge's voice sounded hoarse.

"Yes, Minister."

With Arthur in front and Fudge behind, the two walked quickly towards the waiting area in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic.

"Good evening, Fudge."

Dumbledore, who was resting on the bench, stood up and said to Fudge.

"Good evening Dumbledore, what are you doing here? Let's go to the parlour and talk."

Fudge immediately smiled.

"And this... ah Mr. Zirol, why are you here too"?

"I think it's better to talk about this matter in the reception room, otherwise it would be really embarrassing."

Zhang Qi looked at Fudge's face and said expressionlessly.

"Yes, yes, you two, please follow me."

Fudge said with a wry smile, and welcomed the two into the reception room.

"This evening, the Assistant Minister, Ms. Umbridge, walked into Hogwarts Castle with two Aurors, saying that she was here under your order to search for the wanted criminal. Is this your order?"

Zhang Qi sat on the sofa and asked.

"I didn't say that. It must have been the assistant who broke into Hogwarts because she was too anxious to solve the case."

Fudge had a standard smirk on his face, but he had already scolded Umbridge in his heart.

"Then thousands of dementors broke into the castle and attacked the students, so it's not your business at all"?

Zhang Qi snorted coldly and asked.

"Ah, this kind of thing happened. Are any students injured? The Ministry of Magic is willing to bear their medical expenses."

Fudge pretended to be dazed, then showed eagerness.

"A total of three students were attacked, two of them have been in a coma, and the remaining one is sitting in front of you full of anger."

Zhang Qi's face sank sharply.

"Don't play that trick with me, Umbridge is yours~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I need your opinion if I want to deal with it."

"I just wanted to ask you, Minister Fudge, how do you plan to resolve this matter? Three students of the Holy 28 were attacked by dementors hired by the Ministry of Magic. Do you know the consequences of this?"

When Fudge heard this, his eyeballs quivered violently, showing his inner panic.

"Damn, why do those brainless and disgusting people attack pure blood? If it is a Muggle student without sight that is attacked, it would be good to pay some money here honestly."

"The Ministry of Magic will take responsibility for this matter seriously, and will never spare those involved. We will pay for the medical expenses of the injured students and make compensation afterwards."

Fudge patted his chest and assured Zhang Qi.

"But Minister, I'm not really satisfied with the result of this treatment. Can you hear my thoughts?"

Zhang Qi said very calmly.

"Of course, Mr. Zirol, of course you can make your own opinions."

Fudge wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I want her life, okay?"

Zhang Qi asked slowly.

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