HP meets at Hogwarts

Chapter 191 Capture the Locket

Chapter 190 Capture the Locket

Hermione raised her head, and the golden fence door of the elevator just opened. Dinah Roland, tall and with wheat blond hair, was standing at the elevator entrance wearing a purple-embroidered silver silk robe. On the robe was the Roland family shield that Hermione had seen many times Family crest.

Seeing the people in the elevator, Dinah frowned.

"Director, is it only fifteen, right? How about seventeen?" asked the witch who was holding a pile of documents beside Dinah, with a shorthand pen and parchment floating beside her.

"You don't need to change the seventeen rules." Dinah said, regaining her calm expression, "Go and do your work." After she finished speaking, she stepped into the elevator.

"Good morning, Dinah!" Umbridge looked away from the clipboard he was holding and smiled at Dinah.

"Well, good morning, Deputy Minister." Dinah said lightly, flipping through the stack of documents in her hand.

"I'm going downstairs now to deal with a big deal, we just caught 23 people last night, all of them some dastardly 'stealing' magic, jail-deserving garbage."

"Oh, congratulations." Dinah flipped through the documents in her hand without raising her head, and replied calmly.

"Would you like to know who they are?" said Umbridge.

"No need," Dana said.

A trace of disgust flashed across Umbridge's face, but her tone was even sweeter, with a hint of concern, "I heard that your family, Xiao An, applied for a suspension of school during the summer vacation?"

Dinah flicked through the files and glanced at Umbridge.Hermione subconsciously squeezed her handbag tightly, bit her lip and lowered her head, not looking at the two of them.

The smile on Umbridge's face got wider, "I didn't say that, Xiao An's parents died when she was young, and she grew up in an orphanage. She didn't have a happy childhood. After just a few years of school, you just went crazy. Hand over a lot of family affairs to her. Isn't this too unfair to her? Moreover, I also heard that India's trade volume has been declining in recent years, and many things have happened. Send her over at this time, That's too much pressure for a kid."

Dinah frowned, and Umbridge became even more enthusiastic when she saw it, "If you want me to say, it's great to let Xiao An go back to school. In the last year, the headmaster is the former Headmaster of Slytherin. Xiao An will definitely be able to Be the president of the school student union. I also taught Xiao An for a year, knowing that she is a smart and hardworking child, but no matter how smart she is, she is just a child—"

"Thank you for your concern." Dinah interrupted Umbridge aloud, "But this is our family matter, and, I think, even if Xiao An reads again next year, the possibility of becoming the president of the student union is not small."

"The eighth floor, the atrium, including the security check counter, the monument, the Floo network fireplace, and the elevator." A hollow female voice sounded.

The golden fence gate opened. "Goodbye, Deputy Minister." Dinah walked out with a cold face.

Umbridge held the clipboard and puffed out her chest triumphantly. Today she finally won a round.

Walking down the thickly carpeted hallway, Harry passed one after another of shiny wooden doors, each with a small sign bearing the name and title of the occupant.

The map of the Ministry of Magic that he had memorized several times came to Harry's mind, and after turning another corner, he should be almost at Umbridge's office.

A corner and a short walk later, the passage leads into a spacious area.A dozen wizards and wizards sat at rows of small desks, similar to school desks, only much smoother and free from graffiti.

Harry couldn't help but stop and watch, because the sight had a hypnotic effect.The wizards waved and twirled their wands in unison, and squares of confetti floated in the air like little pink kites.

After a few seconds, Harry realized that this was a rhythmic procedure, that the confetti came and went in a certain way.After a few more seconds, he realized that he was watching the process of making a pamphlet. Those square papers were page by page, folded together, fastened with magic, and neatly stacked next to each wizard.

Every wizard was so focused on the task in front of him that nobody noticed Harry.

Harry walked across the area, glancing at the pamphlet.

The pink cover is emblazoned with the headline in bold gold letters:

The Mudblood Threat to the Peaceful Pure-Blood Society

Below, a red rose is drawn tightly strangled by a green grass with fangs and a sinister look, with a smirking face in the center of the petals.

Suppressing the disgust and anger welling up in his chest, Harry walked towards a shiny mahogany door.

There are two signs on the wooden door. The first sign reads:

Dolores Umbridge

Senior Undersecretary for Magic

There is also a brighter new brand underneath:

Director of the Muggle-Born Registration Commission

Now a few wizards noticed Harry, but when they saw who it was, they immediately lowered their heads again, and the speed of printing the booklet was much faster.

Holding the doorknob, Harry opened it.

The office is all pink, with lace drapes, decorative cloth cushions and dried flowers covering every surface that can be decorated, and some flower plates on the wall, the pattern is a big colorful cat wearing a bow, where Jumping and playing, whine is disgusting.

Harry frowned, drew his wand, and murmured, "Flying locket."

Nothing happened.But this is also within the plan. For something as important as a Horcrux, it's normal that the flying curse won't work.Harry retracted his wand, walked behind the desk, opened drawers and began to examine.

quills, notebooks, and correction tape; enchanted paper clips that snaked out of drawers and he had to type them back; and a fancy lace case full of bows and hairpins; no pendants box.

There was a filing cabinet behind the desk, and Harry rummaged through it.It was full of folders, like those filing cabinets owned by Hogwarts administrator Filch, each with a name on it.

Harry searched all the way to the bottom drawer before he came across one distraction: Mr. Weasley's file.

He pulled it out and opened it.

Arthur Weasley

Bloodline: Pureblood, but with intolerable pro-Muggle tendencies.

Known members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Family: Wife (pure-blood), seven children, the youngest two still at Hogwarts.

Note: Younger son is currently at home seriously ill, confirmed by Ministry of Magic inspectors.

Security Status: Tracking.All movements are monitored.Possibly contacted by Undesirable Number One (had lived at the Weasleys.)

"Number one bad element." Harry muttered softly, put Mr. Weasley's file back, and flipped through it for a while. Almost all the files of the members of the Order of the Phoenix exposed by Mundungus were in the drawer. Harry looked through Will close the drawer again.

Then he stood up and walked to the other side of the office.There was a newspaper cover hanging on the wall, it was Harry, and the number one unscrupulous person was printed on his chest in the newspaper.A small pink note with a kitten in one corner was pasted on the painting.Harry walked over to look, and saw that Umbridge had written "Punishment" on it.

Snorting coldly, Harry began to search the room for vases and baskets of dried flowers, but they couldn't find the locket.He was not surprised. He glanced at his watch, and there were nearly two hours left.It's time to find Hermione, and if nothing else, the locket should be on Umbridge.

Holding the doorknob, Harry took one last look around the office when his heart stopped: Dumbledore was looking at him from a small rectangular mirror on the bookshelf by the desk.

Harry rushed to grab it, but as soon as he found it he realized that it was not a mirror, and Dumbledore was smiling broodingly on the glossy cover of a book.Harry didn't notice for a moment the words in green cursive on his hat: The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore, or the smaller writing on his chest: Rita Skeeter, bestseller Armando Dieter: Master or idiot? "author.

Harry opened the book casually, and saw a page of photos of two teenage boys, putting their shoulders on each other, laughing wantonly.Dumbledore's hair had grown to his elbows, and he had added a thin mustache, reminiscent of the fine beard on Krum's chin that Ron hated so much.The boy laughing silently next to Dumbledore had an air of joy and wildness, his blond curls falling to his shoulders.

Harry wondered if he was the young Doge, but before he could read the instructions, the office door opened.

Thickness came in, saw Harry and asked, "Albert? What are you doing here?"

Harry had put the book back on the shelf, holding a pink pen and a stack of report paper from his desk.

"Good morning, Minister," Harry said. "The Deputy Minister just brought the paper airplane, and asked me to help her get something down."

"Oh, I asked you to get the report paper again? It seems that more than 20 people have talked about a lot of things today." Shinkenis said, "That's right, I have a note for her, and you can send it to her together. go down."

"Okay, Minister."

Thicknesse went to the table and pointed his wand at the quill in the inkwell, which jumped out immediately and began writing a note to Umbridge.

"Good job!" Thicknesses said before leaving.

Harry nodded with a smile.

Holding the report paper and the note, Harry quickly walked towards the elevator.The elevator came, but there was no one in it, and Harry walked in with a sigh of relief.

When the elevator creaked to a stop on the third floor, Ron, who was soaked and with straight eyes, stepped in.

"M--good morning," he stammered, and the elevator began to move again.

"Ron, it's me, Harry!"

"Harry! Whoa! I was so dazed by the rain! Luckily I fixed it with the spell on the card!" said Ron. "Where's Hermione? Why isn't she here?"

Harry put a curse on Ron's wet suit, but it didn't work as well as Hermione's, and it only dried a little without dripping. "I was going to see her, and she and Umbridge went downstairs, and there was no way to say no. There's no locket in the office."

"That's right, I was just going to find—"

Before Ron finished speaking, the elevator stopped again.As soon as the door opened, Mr. Weasley walked in, talking to an old witch with a light-blond bun as high as an anthill.

"...I understand what you're saying, Wakanda, but I'm afraid I can't participate—"

Mr. Weasley stopped suddenly because he saw Harry.It was a very strange feeling for Mr. Weasley to stare at him in that disgust.The elevator doors closed, and the four of them descended again, snorting.

"Hello, Reggie," Mr. Weasley looked at Ron in the elevator, "what's the matter with you? Are you soaked?"

"It's raining in the Independent Investigator's office, and I've been called to fix it," Ron said with his head down.

"Oh, it's been raining in a lot of offices lately," said Mr. Weasley, "have you fixed it yet?"

"Well, it's fixed," said Ron, not looking into his dad's face.

"That's good," said Mr. Weasley.

The door opened, and the old witch with the anthill on her head stepped out of the elevator.Percy Weasley stepped into the elevator with his nose almost buried in the papers he was reading.

The door clanged shut, and Percy realized he had taken the same elevator as his father.He raised his eyes and saw Mr. Weasley, his face flushed into a carrot, and he went out as soon as the elevator doors opened.

Mr. Weasley stood, glanced at Ron, and finally couldn't help saying to Harry, "Runcorn? I heard you exposed Dirk Creswell."

"What?" said Harry.

"Stop pretending, Runcorn!" said Mr. Weasley suddenly angrily. "You hunted down the wizard who faked the family tree, didn't you?"

"So what if I - am?" said Harry.

"Well? Dirk Cresway is ten times better than you as a wizard!" whispered Mr. Weasley, the elevator still descending, "if he ever gets out of Azkaban, he'll get you , not to mention his wife and children and friends—”

Then the door opened again, and they were in the hall.Ron tugged at his dad's sleeve quickly.An inspector stood outside the door.

Mr. Weasley stopped talking, gave Harry a stern look, and walked away.

After seeing Harry, the inspector nodded to Harry, turned around and went to patrol the other side.

The door clanged shut and the elevator went up again.Harry was stunned for a while, and Ron quickly pressed the down button.The elevators of the Ministry of Magic generally only run back and forth between the first and eighth floors, and you must press another button to go to the ninth floor.

"Harry!" Ron yelled, and Harry snapped back.

"I--"

"I know. It doesn't feel good to be reprimanded by my dad rightly." Ron said with a shrug. "It's a good thing I've seen my dad scold people."

The elevator door opened again, and now they came to the ninth floor underground.Department of Mysteries.

Ron rubbed his arms, "It's really cold here. I came here in a hurry last time. I didn't expect it to be so gloomy here. It's still dark in broad daylight."

In front of the two of them was a stone corridor lit with torches, which was completely different from the carpeted aisle with wooden panels on the upper floor. The ground and walls here were made of cold stone that looked like glass.

Harry handed the Invisibility Cloak to Ron, "You put on the Invisibility Cloak and meet us here. As soon as we come out, you press the elevator, and then we leave."

Ron nodded and glanced at his watch, "There is still an hour, so hurry up."

"Okay!" Harry finished, walking to the left of the corridor, where a flight of stairs descended to the courtroom on the tenth basement level.

Holding his wand, Harry touched the two decoy bombs and the flashbang in his pocket again, and acted after giving the note to Umbridge.

However, I haven't had time to take a look at the note?

Harry fumbled for the note and glanced at it by the firelight.

More information about the Order of the Phoenix has been found, and a meeting will be held on the first floor at [-]:[-] p.m.

Frowning, Harry thought as he walked, what could be the news?When I go back, I must remind An to be careful.

Thinking about what was on his mind, Harry didn't immediately feel an unusual coldness creeping in, as if he had fallen into a fog, and every step he took was getting colder.The cold air poured into his throat, piercing his heart and lungs.He felt the despair and helplessness invade his heart and spread to his whole body...

Dementors, he thought.

At the bottom of the stairs, turn to the right, and there is a horrible scene in front of you.The dark corridor outside the court door was full of tall black figures wearing hoods, their faces completely covered, and the harsh breathing was the only sound there.Some wizards who were captured in ragged clothes and some Muggle-born wizards who were called to appear in court crowded together in fear, shivering on the hard wooden bench.Many covered their faces with their hands, perhaps instinctively trying to fend off the greedy jaws of the dementors.Some were accompanied by family members, others sat alone.The dementors floated back and forth in front of them, and the cold, helplessness and despair pressed Harry like a spell...

Resist, he said to himself, but he knew that if he summoned a Patronus here, he would be exposed immediately.So he walked forward as quietly as possible, and the numbness in his mind increased by every step he took.

It was terrifying to walk among those tall shadows: eyeless faces turned under the hoods as he passed, and he was sure they could sense him, and perhaps sense what was still in a man's body. Some hope, some vitality...

Suddenly, in freezing silence, the door of a courtroom to the left of the corridor opened, and an echoed shout was heard.

"No, no, I'm telling you I'm a half-breed, I'm a half-breed. My father is a wizard, he is, you go find it, Archie Alderton, he's the famous designer of broomsticks, you go find it. I Tell you—don't touch me, don't touch—"

"This is the last warning," Umbridge said softly, his voice magically amplified to clearly drown out the man's desperate cries, "if you resist any longer, you will be kissed by the dementors. "

The man's cry trailed off, but the sob still echoed in the hallway.

"Take him away," said Umbridge.

Two dementors appeared at the door of the court, clutching the upper arm of a warlock who seemed to have passed out in huge, rotting, scabbed hands.The dementors dragged him down the hallway, the darkness behind them engulfing him.

"Next, Tata Mithn, who was caught last night," Umbridge called, her tone of smugness and pride undeniable.

A scrawny wizard with dull eyes and ragged clothes stood up, staggered and walked towards the court.Harry saw the wizard shudder violently as he passed the dementor.

Harry couldn't bear it a little, he followed the wizard into it.

This was not the courtroom where he was tried for the abuse of magic last time. Although the ceiling was the same height, it was much smaller than that room, and it felt like being in a deep well.

There were more dementors here, and a chill settled over the room.Like faceless sentries, they stood in the farthest corner from the high interrogation table.Sitting behind the railing on the stage was Umbridge, Yaxley (currently Head of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic) on one side, and Hermione, who was as pale as paper, on the other.

A large, silvery long-haired cat paced up and down at the bottom of the dais, and Harry realized it was there to protect the prosecutors from the desperation emanating from the dementors.Hopelessness is felt by the accused, not by the interrogator.

Seeing Harry, Hermione's face turned red, and she pointed at Umbridge's neck with the quill in her hand.Harry saw it, the shiny pendant in the folds of Umbridge's jacket.

"Tata Misson?" Umbridge said, looking at the documents in his hand. "The Muggle wizard caught in the suburbs of London last night?"

"No, I'm not—" the wizard mumbled, looking down at his hands.The thickly knuckled hands were dirty with tiny cuts and cuts.

"Hmph, is that a Mudblood—oh? Albert, why are you here?" Umbridge looked up just in time to see Harry, and Yaxley looked up from behind the papers.

Harry shook the note in his hand, "The minister asked me to send it to you, it is urgent and important."

"Oh!" Umbridge and Yaxley both stood up.The two walked off the trial platform, and Harry took the opportunity to give Hermione a look, and Hermione nodded while holding her wand.

"Dizzy!" Harry's movements were quick and sloppy.There was a flash of red light, and Umbridge fell, hitting his head on the edge of the railing.Yaxley was also knocked out by Hermione.

But as soon as Umbridge fell, the silver cat walking back and forth disappeared, and the icy air came like a wind.

Hermione hurriedly ran down the interrogation table, pulled the locket around Umbridge's neck, and hung back the fake one she had prepared in advance.

"Harry!" Hermione yelled over her shoulder.

Harry was helping the wizard in the dock, but his Sundering spell couldn't break the chains that held it.

"Hermione, I need your help!" Harry tried a few more times.

"But we're surrounded by dementors!"

"I know! But I can't just sit and watch him being kissed by a dementor, and there are so many poor wizards out there! Shoutout!"

A silver stag emerged from the tip of Harry's wand!

Hermione had already run to Harry's side. She glanced at the chain and pointed with her wand, "Let it loose!"

The chain jingled into the arm of the chair.

"Okay!" Harry grabbed the wizard and pulled him off the dock, "Go!"

The wizard stared blankly at Harry's wand with his head down, and stumbled after Harry's footsteps.

"Hermione, call out your Patronus, there's a group of dementors at the door!" Harry shouted as he ran.

"Call God—Call God Guard," said Hermione, and a silver otter jumped out of the tip of Hermione's wand and swam gracefully through the air towards the silver stag.

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