Chapter 359 Night Talk

What is the secret to winning any struggle?

Mike had thought about this question for a long time, but due to his worrying cultural level, he had never thought of an accurate answer until he accidentally heard a famous saying - unite the majority and fight against a small group.

To this day, Mike can no longer remember who said this, but he has always believed that the person who created this summary must be a great person, even greater than scientists like Einstein, because he pointed out a clear path for all the ambitious people in the world in the future.

The wizarding world obviously has not heard of this sentence, at least Umbridge has not.

Therefore, she has been trying to win over the rich and powerful Slytherin College since she entered Hogwarts, and using high-pressure policies to force students from other colleges to obey her orders.

This behavior undoubtedly pushed her to the opposite side of the majority.

And this also created an excellent opportunity for Mike.

Anyone who Umbridge suppresses, Mike will do his best to win over, but anyone who Umbridge wins over, Mike will do his best to suppress.

As one thing grows, the other loses. Mike believes that almost all the students in the other three colleges of Hogwarts, except Slytherin College, will be recruited by him, and by that time, it will be the time for Umbridge to perish.

Umbridge naturally didn't know about Mike's plans.

In fact, at this moment, she was staying in her newly renovated office, repeatedly looking at a letter with the ink of the Ministry of Magic.

This was the commission of the Ministry of Magic to appoint her as the Senior Inquisitor of Hogwarts, and it was also the reward for her hard work during this period.

Minister Fudge attached great importance to the possibility of Dumbledore's corruption. Not only did he directly appoint her as the 'first Senior Inquisitor of Hogwarts', but he also praised her in the newspapers.

The next thing is very simple. She has to dig out evidence of Dumbledore's embezzlement of public funds!

Think about it, that's Dumbledore!

The strongest white wizard of this era, if she can send him to Azkaban, it will be a great political achievement!

With this amazing political achievement and the relationship with Minister Fudge, after Fudge retires, he can go to other departments to be a powerful leader. He may even try for the position that represents the highest power in the wizarding world of Yingguo!

Minister Umbridge!

What an intoxicating title!

Umbridge seemed to see the glorious moment when she won the election and was surrounded by flowers and applause!

Just when Umbridge was in fantasy, the door of the office was suddenly knocked.

"Dongdongdong!"

With the rhythmic knocking sound, Umbridge's body trembled violently and woke up.

Then, Umbridge first took a long breath, and then pinched the orchid finger to put away the letter of appointment in front of her - she was going to frame it as a tool for showing off in the future.

"Here it comes!"

After doing all this, Umbridge finally stood up. Since she was going to welcome an extremely important guest next, she even deliberately adjusted her pink dress.

But when Umbridge opened the door, a tall young man with brown hair appeared in front of her. He was wearing a neat Hogwarts uniform, and the Slytherin prefect badge on his chest was shining in the light of the fireplace.

"Good evening, Professor Umbridge."

The young man smiled and nodded to Umbridge, his appearance and manners were impeccable.

"Come in, Chris, I'm waiting for you."

Umbridge's eyes flashed with a strange brilliance. In fact, in addition to liking everything about little girls, Umbridge also had an unspeakable secret hobby.

That is handsome men!

Young handsome men!

Over the years, relying on the power in her hands, Umbridge has used various methods to "harm" many people. Now seeing Chris, she immediately felt her heartbeat speed up again.

It's a pity that the man in front of her is different from the usual fresh handsome men who just graduated from Hogwarts. The other party is the patriarch of a sacred pure-blood family, and the actual boss of almost all Slytherin students at present.

Hogwarts is now in chaos. It is difficult to complete the task by myself even with the help of the Ministry of Magic, so I must get the help of the person in front of me!

Thinking of this, looking at Chris who was looking around after entering the office, Umbridge's smile became even brighter.

"I have to say, the decoration here is really beautiful!" Chris exclaimed, "At the same time, it can be seen from these that Professor Umbridge is definitely a lovely lady!"

Unlike ordinary boasting, Chris's expression was sincere and his tone was firm.

Coupled with his handsome appearance, Umbridge felt her heart beating faster!

"You...you are so kind! Please sit down, I have made black tea for you." Umbridge began to stutter, but her long-term experience in dealing with politicians quickly calmed her down.

Looking at Chris, who thanked her and then sat on a high chair to taste the black tea, Umbridge gritted her teeth and planned to make a quick decision, saying:

"Chris, you should know that I am now a senior investigator of Hogwarts, and my main task is to investigate Dumbledore's corruption."

"Of course, I haven't had time to congratulate you yet."

"It doesn't matter if you congratulate me, as long as you have this intention." Umbridge said, "My first priority now is to find evidence of Dumbledore's corruption. For this, I need your help."

After that, Umbridge put away her smile and looked at Chris seriously.

She also did some homework on Chris.

She knew that the young man in front of her was not as gentle as he seemed on the surface. He was actually a very cruel and greedy person, otherwise he would not be able to unify the family and Slytherin College in a short time.

Therefore, she was ready to be slaughtered by Chris!

However, to her surprise, Chris said after thinking for a moment:

"How can I refuse a beautiful lady's request? Let's put it this way, Ms. Umbridge. There happen to be several descendants of Hogwarts directors among my classmates. I can ask them to fetch you the reports that Hogwarts submits to these directors every year, which are stored in their families."

"That's really great!" Umbridge couldn't help but exclaimed.

Hogwarts actually has a mechanism to prevent corruption. This mechanism means that Hogwarts must provide detailed expenditure and income accounts at the end of each year while taking money from the directors and the Ministry of Magic every year, so that Umbridge can conduct a detailed audit.

Umbridge has wanted this account book for a long time. Originally, there were many such account books stored in the Ministry of Magic, but Umbridge's request was blocked by many "Denverists", so she could only start with Chris.

"Hahaha, you don't have to be so excited." Chris laughed, "Let alone you are the Deputy Minister of Magic, and it is the duty of us citizens to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic. As a beautiful lady, it is difficult for me to refuse your request!"

"Oh! You are so generous, I really don't know how to thank you!"

"You're welcome, these are just a small favor. If you really want to thank me, why not give me a kiss."

...

Half an hour later, Umbridge finally ended the conversation with Chris.

Of course, Umbridge did not do anything inappropriate with Chris, and she did not give him a kiss as Chris asked.

Umbridge still has some self-knowledge. No matter from which angle, she is not a beauty.

Therefore, she is more willing to believe that Chris is joking with her, a slightly ambiguous joke.

"Maybe he says this to all girls."

Umbridge kept repeating this sentence in her heart to dispel the idea of ​​really kissing.

In general, Umbridge can be said to have made a lot of money this time.

Not only did she get the account book between the school director and Hogwarts, but she also got support from Slytherin College.

This is undoubtedly extremely beneficial to her future development in Hogwarts.

However, after Umbridge sent Chris out of the office, the gentle smile on her face disappeared, replaced by a cruel and indifferent expression.

Free things are the most expensive!

Umbridge still understands this truth. Chris agreed without making any requests in that situation just now. This is really weird!

"It seems that the ambition of the boy just now is not small!"

Umbridge picked up a bear doll on the cabinet next to her and spoke to the doll.

After she finished speaking, she pouted again, opening and closing the puppet's mouth, and said in a twisted false voice:

"It's okay! Dolores, you are the best! They are no match for you!"

"Oh! Thank you so much, dear bear!"

"You're welcome, we are best friends!"

As Umbridge muttered to herself, the night gradually deepened, and Chris, who was walking in the darkness, also had an inexplicable evil smile on his face.

...

The next day, the sun rose as usual, and the dazzling golden sunlight shone into the castle through the glass, illuminating the entire Hogwarts while seeming to drive away the evil that once existed here.

The Charms classroom on the fourth floor is undoubtedly the best-lit place in Hogwarts besides the Ravenclaw Common Room. At this moment, the Ravenclaw eagles are taking Professor Flitwick's Charms class with the Hufflepuff badgers.

As Christmas approaches, the temperature is dropping rapidly recently.

In this environment, the students were all drowsy from the warm sunshine.

If this was a history of magic class, Mike believed that most of the students would fall asleep within five minutes after the professor announced the start of class.

But in this spell class, no one was sleeping.

The reason for this was the short man on the podium who had to step on a pile of thick books to show his head above the desk - Professor Flitwick.

"The next OWL exam will be the most important exam in your life. You must seize the time and work hard..."

Professor Flitwick said on the podium, and he would wave his arms from time to time to increase the authority of his words.

"I bet he has said this to us no less than ten times! I remember it all!"

Franklin tilted his head and whispered to Mike.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard Professor Flitwick on the podium roaring:

"Franklin! What are you doing!"

"Professor! I'm sorry..."

"You don't have to say it!" Professor Flitwick's face was rarely gloomy, "A paper on the analysis of the Hardening Spell (Phantom Slate), five thousand words! It must be handed to me before seven o'clock tonight!"

"What! This is too much! Can you..."

"No! This is a punishment for you not listening carefully and affecting your studies!"

Professor Flitwick's words instantly made Franklin look pale. He knew that there was no room for maneuver in this matter, so he could only start thinking about how to write the paper.

Professor Flitwick on the podium saw that Franklin accepted the punishment, so he turned around and immediately put on a kind smile and said to Mike:

"Mike, did you understand the key points of the knowledge about the Hardening Spell that I just talked about?"

"Yes, professor." Mike stood up, "The Hardening Spell is..."

"Okay, okay, I believe you, sit down quickly." Professor Flitwick still had a smile on his face, "Mike, how about I change your seat."

Professor Flitwick pointed to an empty space in front of him,

"You see, this place is very good, sitting here you can see the subtle movements of my hands more clearly! (Flitwick even pretended to wave his wand)"

Mike looked at the position that was almost close to the podium, his scalp numbed, and he said quickly:

"No, professor! My current position is very good!"

"Well then." Professor Flitwick sighed regretfully, "Then you better be careful and don't be affected by the people around you!"

As he said that, Professor Flitwick glared at Franklin again.

Mike nodded hurriedly, and Professor Flitwick stopped and continued to talk about the key points of the Hardening Spell.

Two hours later, after assigning everyone a lot of homework, Professor Flitwick finally announced the end of the class. As soon as he left the classroom, Franklin pulled Mike to complain:

"Has Professor Flitwick gone crazy these two days? It's fine that the homework is getting more and more, but today he asked me to write a paper because of this little thing. It's 5,000 words! I can't finish it tomorrow!"

Hearing this, Mike smiled awkwardly.

To be honest, Professor Flitwick's state these days is indeed a bit abnormal. He seems to be too worried about everyone's OWL exams, especially for Mike. He is worried to the bone, and even his voice when talking to Mike has become particularly gentle.

"Don't take it to heart. At most I can help you write an outline for the paper."

"Really?" Franklin was excited. "That's great!"

Looking at the rejuvenated Franklin, Mike smiled. While the two were talking and laughing, a scene that was beyond their expectations appeared in the auditorium in front of them.