Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Umbridge was keenly aware that this was her chance.

As long as she helped Fudge deal with Dumbledore, her position in Fudge's heart would rise rapidly, and she might even become the next Minister of Magic.

"Minister, I think Dumbledore's base is Hogwarts."

Umbridge said the solution she had thought of long ago: "He has been the headmaster for too long, and he is very good at deceiving people."

"Over the years, too many wizards have been deceived by his disguise, just like Potter and Lawrence."

"We should weaken his influence in Hogwarts and find a way to remove him from office."

Fudge was very satisfied with Umbridge's advice, but still pretended to be embarrassed: "But the Ministry of Magic has no jurisdiction over Hogwarts."

Umbridge was He said righteously: "Minister, the Ministry of Magic has jurisdiction over any affairs of the wizarding world."

"Hogwarts has always accepted donations from the Ministry of Magic. We also need to set up a new department to regulate education. We can't let Dumbledore continue to brainwash students."

"Well said!"

Fudge slammed the table: "Dolores, this matter is left to you. I will let you teach at Hogwarts next semester."

"As long as you can do what you said..." Fudge didn't finish, but just looked at her meaningfully, but Umbridge was so excited that she shook.

"Minister, I will definitely complete your task!"

"Very good, I appreciate your enthusiasm." Fudge patted Umbridge's shoulder with nausea:

"Remember, your enemies are Dumbledore and Potter, but not Lawrence."

"His status in the Muggle world is too special. If you provoke him, I can't protect you, understand?"

"I understand, Minister." Umbridge said delicately, and also winked at Fudge, almost making Fudge vomit, and quickly kicked her out.

At the same time, comforting himself in his heart.

It's better to be a little stupid, it's better to be a little stupid, as long as Umbridge makes a lot of trouble and causes people's dissatisfaction.

Then at that time, he can throw all the dirty water on her.

As for him?

Just a poor minister who was deceived by Umbridge.

You don't know people well, you don't know people well

Soon, the Ministry of Magic received news of personnel changes.

Dolores Umbridge became the Senior Deputy Minister of Magic.

This is a rare position. Generally speaking, there is no Deputy Minister in the Ministry of Magic, but this just allowed Fudge to find a loophole. There is no clear promotion path, which allows Umbridge to rise to the top in one step and become the nominal one.

In fact, the Deputy Minister of Magic has no direct department at all, and only a few ordinary clerks under him. In terms of actual power, Arthur Weasley is higher than her.

But Umbridge doesn't care. Everything she does comes fromOriginated from Fudge, as long as Fudge is still the Minister of Magic, she will always be the other's incarnation.

No one in the Ministry dares to look down on him.

In order to return the favor, Umbridge has begun to plan a conspiracy against Harry and Dumbledore, and fight for Fudge.

As for the Werewolf Management Act, it was passed smoothly.

Soon, a new department was added to the Ministry of Magic.

Every werewolf wizard who comes to register can get wolfsbane potion for free, and there is also a good wolf certificate provided by the Ministry of Magic. No company or employer can discriminate.

In order to encourage werewolves to sign up, Mr. Diggory also contacted major companies and asked them to provide a number of stable jobs.

No high salary is required, just enough to maintain the normal expenses of a family.

With these policies, werewolf wizards soon found the Ministry of Magic to register. The first three were directly recruited by the Ministry of Magic as hitters, and they were widely publicized in newspapers, which played a role as a model.

Soon, the number of registered people exceeded eighty, accounting for more than half of the werewolf wizards in England.

Seeing that things were on the right track, Wayne stopped paying attention.

After having dinner with the man from Buckingham Palace, No. 11 rushed to France to accompany Fleur.

Facing the nominal master of this country, Wayne did not take it too seriously.

Relying on the current Lawrence family's industry, it has long been not limited to this decadent empire and has expanded to the whole world.

Money is not the most important thing, the most important thing is influence.

He can make hundreds of thousands of workers homeless with just one word, and can make half of England without water and electricity, and paralyze traffic. This is influence.

So even this old lady was kind and friendly when facing Wayne, and she also awarded him a medal.

Fortunately, Humphrey was not there, otherwise he would definitely use a bunch of long and difficult sentences to explain how difficult it is to get this badge.

Time has come to August in a blink of an eye.

Privet Drive.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and today it has reached 30 degrees.

Early in the morning, Dudley turned on the air conditioner in the living room to the lowest temperature, but he still complained about the heat.

Harry didn't even raise his head. With Dudley's fat pig-like body, oil would come out of his body just sitting there.

Uncle Vernon would have to be stuffed into the cold storage to cool him down completely.

At eight o'clock, Uncle Vernon turned on the TV on time - this was newly bought this summer vacation, with clearer picture quality. Aunt Petunia likes to use this TV to catch up with the soap operas that she can never finish watching.

But there was obviously no TV in the morning, so the channel was locked on the news column.

Harry watched the TV without blinking, and the news was particularly attractive to him.

"There won't be any news about people like you." Seeing his strangeness, Aunt Petunia said sharply, "It's really strange, why do you like to read this kind of thing? Dudley never reads it. He doesn't even know who the Prime Minister is. This isNormal teenagers. "

"Mom! I know." Dudley said dissatisfiedly, pointing at the old man with a fake smile on the screen.

"Jim Huck, isn't he the Prime Minister?"

"Oh, dear." Petunia's eyes were moist: "You have really grown up and know how to care about national affairs."

"Mom!"

Dudley, who was already fifteen years old, was no longer buying into this. Petunia's exaggerated performance would only embarrass him.

"I just like listening to the news, just like reading a newspaper." Harry absent-mindedly found an excuse. The news of the general strike was on TV, and he was sick of it.

Strikes, marches, protests, and banners. Similar news can be seen every day.

Harry felt that the society of ordinary people was even more ridiculous than the wizarding world. Don't they have anything else to do every day?

"Freak watching the news? Do you understand what it means? "

Uncle Vernon was spraying venom, and Harry didn't even raise his head and said, "This is what Wayne taught me. He thinks I have great potential in business."

The necks of the three members of the family seemed to be strangled, and they couldn't make any sound.

After a long time, Uncle Vernon stammered, "Since it is Master Lawrence's order, then you can watch it. Do you want to change the channel?"

"No, I've finished watching and eating." Harry shook his head, finished the last bite of bread and walked towards the door: "Don't make my meal at noon, I won't be back until the evening. ”

After saying that, the person disappeared at the door.

Walking on the street, Harry's mood was as dull as the weather today.

The world was calm, and neither the Daily Prophet nor the Muggle news revealed any abnormalities, which was good news.

This showed that Voldemort had not started to act.

Perhaps he was afraid, or perhaps he was planning some conspiracy, but after all, no one was killed.

But what made Harry sad was that, apart from reading newspapers, he seemed to be out of touch with the wizarding world. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

He wrote many letters to Ron, Neville, and the twins, but in the end he only received a reply from Mr. Weasley, who asked Harry not to discuss those sensitive contents in order to avoid their letters being sent to the wrong place.

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Sirius was also busy. Harry wanted to move in with him, but Dumbledore refused.

Dumbledore told him that he had to stay in Privet Drive for a period of time every year to ensure that the protective magic on his body would not fail.

Dumbledore also told him not to leave Privet Drive, so he couldn't even go to Diagon Alley.

Harry couldn't wait for school to start. At least school wouldn't be as boring as Privet Drive.

Wandering around outside for a whole morning, he had a meal at a fast food restaurant on the corner at noon.

Harry originally wanted to go home to sleep, but was pulled home by his neighbor Mrs. Figg for afternoon tea and helped her take care of the cats.

Harry didn't return to the Dursleys until dinner time.

Evening newsStill calm, without any explosive points, after watching, Harry went out again and unknowingly came to the small park.

Dudley was hanging out with a few friends. Relying on his size, Dudley has become a bully in the school, known as "Big Brother D".

"Dad!" Harry shouted: "Auntie is calling you home for dinner!"

"Damn it, Pierre, it's still that time tomorrow, I have to go."

".See you then."

Dudley walked to Harry angrily and shouted fiercely: "Can you stop calling me by that nickname!"

"Then what should I call you, Brother D?" []

"Shut up!" Dudley roared in a low voice, his ham-like hands clenched into fists.

Harry was not afraid of him either. Since Wayne came, Dudley didn't dare to beat him. He knew how his family's better and better life came about.

So now, he and Harry are only bickering, and their relationship has actually eased a lot.

Sometimes Dudley would drag Harry to play games together, relying on his rich experience to beat him up.

"What are you eating tonight?"

"Boiled peas, stewed fish head, and baked potatoes."

"Kill me, why doesn't mom make pork chops!"

"Maybe she's afraid that you won't be able to eat your own kind."

"Damn, do you really think I don't dare to beat you?" Dudley panted, waving his fleshy fists.

Harry took out his wand, and Dudley turned pale instantly, and ran into the alley next to him: "You can't cast spells outside the school, I know!"

Harry deliberately teased Dudley, because this was one of his few entertainment activities, and pretended to curl his lips in disdain:

"Have you forgotten how I inflated your aunt?"

Dudley forced a smile: "Let's talk, Potter, we are all cultured people, don't fight."

Just based on your six barely passing grades, you are qualified to call yourself a cultured person?

Harry almost laughed out loud, and just as he was about to put away his wand, Dudley suddenly shuddered and took a breath of cold air, as if he was drenched in a bucket of cold water, and the heat that had just made him sweat instantly dissipated.

Harry also felt something was wrong. The deep blue night sky suddenly became dark, the street lights went out, and the world became extremely quiet.

"Harry, did you use magic?" Dudley felt uncomfortable all over, his internal organs were churning, and he cried, "I (dede Zhao) will tell Mom!"

"You should learn from Malfoy and tell Dad to help." Harry looked around vigilantly, "This is not my magic, shit, why is the Dementor here! Don't move, just stand behind me!"

Two huge hooded figures floated from the air, and Harry was sure that their target was him.

"Don't come over! I warn you!"

Harry shouted, but it was useless. The Dementor slid faster and faster. Finally, Harry couldn't help but take action.

"Expecto Patronus"

"Dad!"

A huge silver stag burst out from the head of Harry's wand and crashed into the Dementors. With just a sprint, the two Dementors were knocked over and left in a hurry.

The world returned to normal.

Dudley still held him tightly.

"You can let go, Brother D." Harry let out a long sigh and teased.

Dudley was still in shock and didn't care about Harry's address to him: "What happened just now?"

"The monster you can't see comes from the wizarding world."

"Did you release that stag?" Dudley said with some envy, looking at the silver deer galloping across the sky and gradually turning into a stream of light and disappearing.

"Don't discuss it. Don't you hate these freak things the most? Go back and eat quickly. "

Harry ignored it. He was confused. Why did the Dementors appear here? He felt that the two Dementors were targeting him.

Back home, Petunia noticed something was wrong with Dudley and asked anxiously what happened.

Dudley looked at Harry and decided to keep it a secret for him.

Harry went into the house and prepared to write a letter to Ron to tell him what had just happened. Then an owl flew in.