Because she likes the feeling of being the center of attention and the awe-inspiring looks from others, she has climbed up step by step to her current position.

Now, if she takes another half step forward, she will be able to sit in the position of Deputy Minister and become the second-in-command of the Ministry of Magic.

Those people actually called her "a passerby in the Ministry of Magic". Don't they know who they are?

Umbridge could not accept this insult in any way, and her whole body was shaking with anger.

"I am Dolores Umbridge!" Umbridge said in a sharp voice, "Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic and a member of the Wizengamot!"

"So you're a director." Kyle looked a little uneasy, shifting his feet slightly on the spot. "So, you can be responsible for what you just said, right?"

Umbridge held her head high. "When..."

"Ahem, I don't think that's what Dolores meant."

Fudge interrupted Umbridge with a dry cough and said, "She is just too worried about the child. After all, the little wizard should not try to defeat the werewolves when he sees them. Running away is the wisest choice."

"Of course, I couldn't agree more with you, Connelly."

Dumbledore nodded seriously. "Then what she just said about expulsion..."

"Of course I'm just kidding. The Ministry of Magic won't fire a little hero who just saved so many people."

Fudge laughed and said, "Dolores just wants to use this method to remind the child not to be so reckless next time, right..."

Fudge glanced obscurely to the side.

Umbridge understood immediately, she put on a fake smile and continued in that sweet voice: "Yes, Minister, I am flattered that you understand what I mean.

Young wizards nowadays are too arrogant. Just because they are lucky enough to get a good grade in the exam, they are so arrogant that they think they can deal with werewolves? He needs to learn a lesson and know what to do and what not to do, so that he can live longer. "

"I'll remember that, ma'am." Kyle also had a fake smile on his face. "By the way, you look really young in clothes like this at your age."

Umbridge glanced down at her pink cardigan and thought nothing of it, thinking Kyle was complimenting her, so she held her head high and walked away.

However, Dean Sasia next to him raised the corner of his mouth slightly and looked at Kyle with interest.

She could hear that the child was mocking the Ministry of Magic official for pretending to be naive.

But it is also true.

Soon, the Aurors returned.

"Rufus, how's it going?" Fudge asked.

"It's a werewolf," Scrimgeour whispered. "And he only moved into St. Mungo's yesterday."

"It really is a werewolf..." Fudge frowned and pinched his hat anxiously.

He simply couldn't imagine how much panic would be caused if the news that werewolves could transform during the day got out.

As the Minister of Magic, he will definitely be criticized then.

No, this matter must not be spread out.

Fudge's eyes gradually became firm, as if he had some idea.

"Mr. Minister, I will take this child to rest first."

At this time, Dean Sassia came over and pointed to a young therapist next to her and said, "Aurors can go to Hebercrat if they have any questions. He will fully cooperate with you."

Fudge looked at her, then at Dumbledore, and nodded, "Oh, it's okay, you guys go ahead."

"Excuse me then."

…

Dean Sassia took Kyle and Dumbledore to a compartment and ordered a cup of black tea for each of them.

Dumbledore took a sip and said with some surprise, "It's my favorite flavor. I thought you had forgotten it."

"Five sugar cubes. I'll always remember them."

Dean Sasia said calmly: "If nothing unexpected happens, our Minister will probably take the werewolf away."

Dumbledore put down the cup in his hand, "Cornelly is like this sometimes, too nervous when encountering things."

"Forget it, let me tell you what I know first."

Dean Sassia continued, "That person came to St. Mungo's yesterday afternoon, saying he was scratched by a werewolf, but out of caution, the healers still arranged for him to be in a special ward, with a dedicated person in charge.

Last night happened to be a full moon night, and he did not turn into a werewolf at that time, so he was transferred to the general ward. "

St. Mungo's has a complete set of procedures. In special cases like werewolves, they will definitely not live with other people unless they are sure that they are not infected.

This is also the reason why the werewolf ran out from next door.

Kyle nodded in understanding.

He was fine on a full moon night, but turned into a werewolf during the day... This is indeed a bit unbelievable. I guess the therapists didn't expect this to happen.

"Is this a mutation?" Kyle asked.

"Probably not."

Dean Sassia looked a little serious, "When I came here just now, I smelled a very special smell of magic potion from the werewolf's blood."

"Potion?"

"Yes, and it looks very much like wolfsbane potion." Dean Sassia frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "But it's different from the normal wolfsbane potion. There's more howling grass in it... and some other things."

Howling Grass...

Kyle knows this stuff.

Just like Charms has its own branch called Dark Arts, Herbology also has one... Howling Weed is one of them.

Except for those cursed poisons, it is not used in normal potions.

It can be said that if an Auror finds the ingredient of Howling Weed in a bottle of potion, the wizard who possesses the potion will have to spend at least one year in Azkaban.

Kyle looked at Dean Sassia across from him and exclaimed, "You can tell what potion he drank just by smelling it?"

"Wolfsbane Potion and Howling Grass are special." Sasia explained, "They can infect the soul, so they will stay longer."

"Kyle, you probably don't know this, but Pegasus is one of the greatest pharmacists in the past two hundred years."

At this time, Dumbledore came up to Kyle and whispered, "I had always wanted her to come to Hogwarts to teach Potions, but she felt that St. Mungo's needed her more."

Although Dumbledore deliberately lowered his voice, it was useless in this small compartment.

"Albus...what are you saying this for?"

Dean Sassia said helplessly: "Slughorn is also one of the greatest pharmacists... and that young man named Snape, his talent is not much worse than mine."

"It's different, Pegasus." Dumbledore took a sip of black tea and said faintly, "You can never have too many good professors."

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(End of this chapter)