After the group returned to Hogwarts, Fred and George ran over with a gloating look on their faces and asked in an exaggerated tone, "How is it, Mr. Future Minister of Magic, are you satisfied with the office that Fudge arranged for you?"

"Did he just give his office to you?"

"If you work harder, you might be able to become a minister before graduation..."

The two of them were laughing as they talked.

"You will be famous then..."

“No need to go to school…”

“You can even issue yourself a NEWT certificate!”

"Just don't let Percy see you." Fred blurted out, "Otherwise he'll move in right outside your house..."

Before he finished speaking, the smiling Fred suddenly shut up and said in a nonchalant tone: "Sorry, I forgot that he doesn't live at home anymore."

"This is good, isn't it?" George said. "At least we don't have to see him anymore, and no one will stick their heads out to tell us to keep our voices down when we pass by the stairs."

"In fact." Kyle glanced at the two of them and said calmly, "We saw him when we came back, in the same elevator."

"Oh. Great." Fred said, "Did you beat him up for us?"

"Or turn him into a philobolous caterpillar."

“We’ve always wanted to do this.”

"How is that possible... that's the Ministry of Magic." Kyle said, "If I did that, the Aurors would be able to take me away without even leaving the door."

"Then wait until he's not at the Ministry," George said through gritted teeth.

"I felt as if he regretted it, and he wanted me to apologize to Mrs. Weasley on his behalf."

"Huh!" Fred sneered. "If he really wants to apologize, he should go there himself instead of asking someone else to convey it on his behalf."

"He wouldn't have forgotten where his father's office is."

"Kyle, you didn't agree to help."

"Of course not," Kyle said. "In fact, my answer is the same as what you just said."

"That's good."

Fred and George didn't seem to want to talk too much about Percy, and immediately changed the subject after seeing Cedric behind them.

"You owe us an explanation, Cedric."

They walked forward in a vicious manner and surrounded Cedric from the front and back.

George clenched his fist and said, "We agreed to run the joke shop together, why did you go to work at the Ministry of Magic?"

"If your explanation doesn't satisfy us..." Fred looked him up and down and said viciously, "Then you're dead."

"This is a complicated matter to explain," Cedric said, glancing at Kyle subconsciously.

"Anyway, we can definitely work together after graduation!"

Fred and George were stunned for a moment. They had thought of many possibilities, but they never expected Cedric to say that.

From what he said, could it be that Cedric would not work at the Ministry of Magic after graduation? But if that was the case, why would he go to the Ministry of Magic at this time? It couldn't be for the seven Galleons a month salary.

That doesn't make sense...

"You didn't lie to us?" Fred took a step forward and asked.

"Of course not, I swear."

Despite saying this, Cedric's remaining conscience prompted him to turn his head away and avoid Fred's gaze.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall also walked into the castle at this time, so Fred and George did not continue to ask questions.

By the time dinner was over, those who had gone to the Ministry of Magic today inevitably became the talk of the school. Before, there were very few students who could work in the Ministry of Magic before graduation, but now there were five more, so everyone was naturally very curious.

"That's nothing." Malfoy said loudly at the Slytherin table, "They only admit people with OWL scores. After this year, I will definitely be able to enter the Ministry of Magic. As you know, my father has a good relationship with Minister Fudge."

On the other side, Gryffindor was also discussing the same topic.

"Don't be discouraged, Hermione." Harry looked at the silent Hermione and comforted her, "There is nothing we can do about not having OWL scores in the fifth grade. You will definitely be admitted next year."

"I know," said Hermione, "and that's not why I'm mad."

"Then what's the matter?" Ron said vaguely as he stuffed a piece of sausage into his mouth. "You've been angry since this morning."

"Didn't you realize that?" Hermione put down the cutlery in her hand and said angrily, "The Ministry of Magic accepted five people in total. People from the other three colleges were selected, but we, Gryffindor, didn't get any."

"That doesn't matter," said Ron nonchalantly. "It just means we don't want to go to the Ministry of Magic."

"You're the only one who thinks so," said Hermione unhappily. "I'm not the only one who submitted an application to Professor McGonagall's office, but no one was selected. I guess Professor McGonagall must be very disappointed."

"Maybe it has nothing to do with us, don't forget Umbridge." Harry said, "Everyone knows that she has always disliked Gryffindor because we don't follow the rules as she asks.

"It is very likely that she rejected Gryffindor's application. As the Deputy Minister of Magic, she should have the power to do so."

"But she is also a professor..." Hermione frowned and said, "She probably wouldn't do such a thing."

"That's not necessarily true. Umbridge wouldn't care about that."

Harry raised his head and glanced at the other side of the hall. "Remember, we always see Slytherins running to Umbridge's office recently. I guess those two people are her work... During the training this morning, Angelina said that their performance was not very good."

"That nasty girl." Ron cursed under his breath, "It would be great if the headmaster could expel her."

"Although everyone thinks so, it is unlikely." Hermione said softly, "Even if Umbridge is no longer a senior investigator, she still represents the Ministry of Magic. The headmaster cannot expel her."

The three of them sighed at the same time.

…

But at this time, none of them had expected that Ron's seemingly impossible words would actually come true on the Hogsmeade Visiting Day the next day.

"Umbridge was expelled?"

In The Three Broomsticks, Professor McGonagall, who was drinking and chatting with Hagrid, heard a scream beside her and subconsciously looked back.

"Don't be so loud, Potter, this matter has not yet been determined."

"I'm sorry, Professor," said Harry, "but is this true? Is Umbridge really going to be expelled?"

Anyone else would have told Harry to add "Professor" after his name, but this time she said nothing.

"It's not expulsion," Professor McGonagall corrected, "It's just that the Ministry of Magic seems to have more important work to give to Professor Umbridge, so I'm afraid she won't have time to stay in school any longer."

No, it's even more exciting than that.

Harry's heart was beating fast, and he didn't even bother to buy any butterbeer. He ran out with the three brooms without looking back.

He now just wanted to tell Hermione and Ron the good news as soon as possible.

At the same time in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Umbridge was furious at Kyle?

"Is this your fault?" Her face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it, and she couldn't even put on her usual fake smile.

"You, a despicable little man, must have said something to the Minister, and he made me leave Hogwarts!"

It was quite a new feeling to be called a despicable person by Umbridge.

Looking at Umbridge who was furious and seemed to want to strangle him, Kyle said calmly: "Don't be so excited, Professor Umbridge, this is indeed a good thing."

"What?" shrieked Umbridge. "Are you still trying to say that my expulsion is a good thing?"

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The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She roared without hesitation, "Because of you, I lost my position as a senior investigator. And because of you, I can't even continue to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Is this a good thing?"

As he spoke, Umbridge took out her wand, pointed it at Kyle and asked, "Why do you always go against me?"

Kyle had expected this to happen before he came here, and he moved his hand hidden in the sleeve of his robe.

The next second, Umbridge's wand flew out of her hand and landed in Kyle's hand.

"I said, Professor Umbridge, don't be so nervous." Kyle said patiently: "This is really a good thing. Besides, you are not expelled, but you are going to do something more important."

Umbridge, who was about to explode, felt that she was being teased after hearing what Kyle said, and roared angrily: "You are lying, I didn't receive any notice."

"This matter is still confidential, and you will certainly not be notified." Kyle said, "In fact, there will be no written notification. When you return to the Ministry of Magic, Minister Fudge will tell you about it in person."

"You're not lying?" she asked in a deep voice.

"You're leaving Hogwarts soon, do I need to lie?" Kyle shrugged. "Forget it, it looks like you don't want to know, just treat it as my meddling."

Kyle threw his wand onto the table next to him and turned to leave.

"Wait..." Umbridge didn't even bother with her wand, and immediately trotted over to stop Kyle, "Speak clearly."

"Professor," Kyle said calmly, "The minister will be angry if I tell you this."

"Then you just..."

"That was just a moment ago. I don't want to talk about it now." Kyle glanced at her and said, "I was kind enough to remind you, but you still have this attitude."

Umbridge's expression kept changing.

"I'm sorry, I was so angry that I lost my mind." She forced out her usual fake smile again, "Can you tell me now?"

That's right, it's most normal for Umbridge to be pretentious.

"Well," Kyle cleared his throat, "Professor, you're in luck."

"Lucky?"

"That's right." Kyle walked to a chair and sat down. "Do you know what is bothering Minister Fudge the most right now?"

"Dumbledore?" said Umbridge.

"No. In the current situation, Dumbledore has no chance to compete for the position of Minister of Magic in the short term. The attitudes of other professors are naturally irrelevant, so there is no point for you to stay in Hogwarts."

Kyle shook his head and took the initiative to speak without waiting for Umbridge to ask, "It was the Death Eaters. They hid themselves after escaping the prison and did nothing. The news published by the Ministry of Magic in the newspapers before has become a joke.

"Now many people suspect that the mysterious man has not really been resurrected, and have sent many Howler letters to the Minister."

"How can they doubt the Ministry of Magic?" Umbridge said angrily.

This is very interesting... She only said that we should not doubt the Ministry of Magic, but did not emphasize as before that the information released by the Ministry of Magic is true, which means that she herself does not believe it.

"That's right." Kyle didn't expose it, and continued, "But there's nothing we can do. It's been a week since the incident happened, and the Ministry of Magic hasn't made any major moves. It's inevitable that everyone will be suspicious.

"So our help is needed at this time. The Minister needs us to act like we did more than a decade ago, showing that the Ministry of Magic and the Death Eaters are irreconcilable."

"What does this have to do with me?" Umbridge asked with a frown.

"Haven't you figured it out yet?" Kyle knocked on the table impatiently. "We need news about the Death Eaters before we can do anything."

Otherwise, Umbridge could be promoted all the way to Deputy Minister. She understood what Kyle meant almost instantly.

"Got it?" Kyle said with a smile, "This matter needs to be kept absolutely confidential. The Minister cannot entrust it to the striker and the Auror. They are not loyal enough to take on this important task..."

Kyle held up his finger, "Only you, Professor Umbridge... No, that should be Minister Umbridge."

"It's the Deputy Minister." Umbridge's mouth twitched and her voice was a little vague.

"It's all the same." Kyle waved his hand, "After this time, you will become a hero in everyone's eyes... a hero against the dark arts. This is a huge reputation, enough to make you surpass all the directors in one fell swoop.

"Now you understand why I say this is a good thing."

"But why did you give it to me?" Umbridge took a deep breath. "You can do it yourself."

"Don't joke, I'm still a student." Kyle shook his head helplessly, "Dumbledore won't allow me to leave school, so I can't do this."

Yes, Kyle is still a student, and it will take more than a year for him to graduate, which means he has to stay in school most of the time.

After realizing this, Umbridge's breathing became much heavier, and the smile on her face finally didn't seem so fake anymore.

"What else?" she asked.

"That's all I know," Kyle said. "The specifics of how to proceed depend on the minister's arrangements. He didn't tell me."

"That's right." Umbridge looked up. "For such a confidential operation, the fewer people who know about it, the better."

"I'm kindly reminding you." Kyle looked at her and said solemnly, "You represent the Minister and the Ministry of Magic in this process, so you must show an attitude of irreconcilability with the Death Eaters, the more resolute the better.

"If you don't know what to do, just refer to Mr. Barty Crouch or Alastor Moody. They both have good opinions on Death Eaters."

"I know what to do." Umbridge said dissatisfiedly: "You'd better figure out your identity. Even if you are trusted by the minister, you are still just an intern assistant to the minister. Don't come to teach me how to do things."

"Of course." Kyle smiled, stood up and said, "Then I will stay in Hogwarts, waiting to see the good news that you, Minister Umbridge, will bring."

Maybe it was an oversight, but Umbridge didn't correct Kyle's address until he left the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

(End of this chapter)