Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

A few months later, Tonks once again felt her boss's political wisdom and exclaimed that she had learned a lot.

Knowing the result in advance, Tonks didn't feel guilty about drafting the document. She asked for advice while writing, and the false accusation document progressed rapidly.

"Captain, do you think I can pass the stealth test?"

"Well... you'd better ask Mad-Eye."

Kingsley saw the frustrated look on his subordinate's face and paused. Considering that she had helped him complete the task assigned by the headmaster, he offered his own advice, "If you can prevent Headmaster Umbridge from taking her anger out on you because of this matter, Mad-Eye should let you pass."

Tonks frowned, lost in thought.

……

In the evening, dinner time.

Melvin came to the main guest seat in the auditorium and saw the principal discussing the case with the head Auror.

The Aurors launched a carpet search. The mysterious wizard was experienced and left no other clues after escaping the encirclement except for a few traces at the crime scene. After a whole day of searching without any results, the Chief Auror was a little annoyed.

"Rufus, who do you think the dark wizard will be?"

"There are too few clues and no useful information to confirm their identity," Scrimgeour replied with a frown, still slicing the steak. "We haven't heard of any foreign criminals entering the country recently, and the wizards in Knockturn Alley are very well behaved. I suspect they are Dark wizards who sneaked in before the Christmas holidays."

"Have you heard the centaurs' speculation?" Dumbledore asked calmly, "Only desperadoes would use unicorns to prolong their lives."

"You know, Headmaster Dumbledore, the Centaurs rejected the Ministry of Magic. They only told me what happened at the time," Scrimgeour said in a cold tone. "Those Dark wizards are evil in both mind and soul. Who knows what they are thinking? No matter what kind of desperado they are, sooner or later we will send them to Azkaban to accompany the Dementors."

Dumbledore whispered, "What if it was... Voldemort?"

Hearing the name, Scrimgeour's expression stiffened instantly. A complex mixture of fear, anger, and hatred flashed across his eyes. Then his face turned cold and he asked in a deep voice, "How can you be sure it's him? What information do you have?"

Dumbledore put a piece of beef into his mouth and chewed slowly. "This is the centaur's inference, perhaps the information obtained by astrology. Who can say for sure about such things? But it is not impossible. In recent years, there have been rumors that he is hiding in Albania. What do you think, Rufus?"

"..."

Scrimgeour remained silent.

Recently, Minister Fudge and Umbridge's faction began to show rejection of Dumbledore. He originally wanted to take advantage of the situation to eliminate Dumbledore's forces. If the Dark Lord really showed signs of making a comeback, it would be those idiots who should be eliminated.

But this may also be Dumbledore's way of gaining power.

Chapter 67 The show begins

Dear Professor Lewinter:

We have received intelligence that since the Christmas holidays, you have been producing and selling prohibited items, memory mirrors, without permission, and the amount involved is as high as hundreds of thousands of Galleons.

This behavior seriously violates the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, the Regulations on the Modification of Muggle Objects, and the Code of Conduct for the Management of Magical Products, and has caused adverse effects. The Office for the Prohibition of the Abuse of Magic has filed a lawsuit against the Wizengamot. We regret to inform you that you must appear at the Ministry of Magic at 10:00 am on February 2nd for trial.

If you refuse to appear in court without a valid reason, the case will be tried in absentia in accordance with the law.

Yours faithfully, Dolores Umbridge

Ministry of Magic's Improper Use of Magic Office

"February 2nd, that's today..."

Melvin looked carefully at the name at the end and found it a little funny. He finally understood why Scrimgeour wished him good luck when they met yesterday. The Auror Office and the Improper Use of Magic Office both belonged to the Department of Law Enforcement. The Head Auror knew at that time that he was being targeted by Umbridge.

Melvin was a little surprised, but not panicked.

When I was on Broadway, I often dealt with the Magical Congress of the United States of America and had experienced several similar trials.

While selling Shadow Mirrors during the Christmas holidays and discussing cooperation details with tavern owners across the country, Wright and Borgin had already warned Melvin that Shadow Mirrors were similar to wizard radio stations and might be targeted by Umbridge and brought under the control of the Ministry of Magic through unconventional means.

The situation could be even worse. Tens of thousands of witch listeners on Wizard Radio sent Howlers in protest and condemnation, while the Shadow Mirror was a new thing and did not yet have a solid mass base. It was very likely to be completely banned by Umbridge.

"I thought I would be sued after Christmas, and this letter even arrived later than expected..."

The preparations made by the Magic Mirror Club finally came in handy.

Melvin turned his head to look at the other seats in the main guest table. Quirrell and Snape were absent as usual. The other head teachers had gotten up early and had already finished their breakfast and left. Dumbledore had also left the table a few minutes ago. Only Professor Kettleburn, who was eating with one hand, was still dawdling.

After handing the blueberry jam to Professor Kettleburn, who had difficulty moving, Melvin wiped his hands with a napkin and left the auditorium to ask the principal for leave.

His professor is going to file a lawsuit.

……

The door of the auditorium.

Melvin thought the principal was in the office. Just as he was about to go upstairs, he saw the principal standing in the courtyard enjoying the cool breeze. It seemed that he was taking a walk to digest his food after dinner. It was understandable that the old man had a bad stomach.

Walking along the corridor, I saw a cluster of branches hanging just above Dumbledore's head. In winter, the trees only had branches but no leaves, with white snow clinging to them. The larch branches were snow-white, and the old headmaster's beard and hair were also white.

Dumbledore turned around when he heard footsteps and seemed in a good mood: "Good morning, Melvin."

Melvin glanced at the branches above his head and looked away: "I received a letter of complaint from the Ministry of Magic."

"It's related to the Shadow Mirror, right? I received it too," Dumbledore said with a smile. "I was just discussing this with Minerva. The school professors and the team are all related to the Shadow Mirror. Dean Umbridge believes the headmaster is also responsible and has sent me a summons."

"..."

Melvin narrowed his eyes and stared at the headmaster who was also summoned. He gradually reacted and quickly grasped the key point: "Where did you talk to Professor McGonagall?"

"She happened to be checking the school clinic's accounts this morning, so we had a brief chat in the corridor outside the ward."

"Let me guess, could it be that Professor Quirrell is in the infirmary and happened to overhear your conversation?"

"Well..." Dumbledore looked thoughtful.

"So this is the reason you used to trick Quirrell into leaving school?" Melvin asked calmly, watching his clumsy performance. "Did you plan this in advance?"

"I was just looking for an excuse to leave the castle, and I happened to catch up with Umbridge who was about to investigate the Shadow Mirror, so she included me in the investigation." Dumbledore looked down at the snow and asked in a low voice, "Will there be any trouble with the Shadow Mirror?"

Melvin shook his head. "I've been in constant contact with Ms. Marchbank. Many of the people in the Wizarding Examinations Authority are members of the Wizengamot. They know about the Shadow Mirror incident, and I also have connections with tavern owners around the country. That infamous Director Umbridge shouldn't be able to pin the accusation on me."

"The situation may be more complicated than you think." Dumbledore explained patiently, "My friend, Minister Cornelius Fudge, values ​​this subordinate very much and hopes to use her to deal with other difficult officials in the Ministry. He wants her to be promoted as soon as possible. The Shadow Mirror happens to be a medal of honor for Umbridge."

In the years following Voldemort's downfall, the wizarding world remained relatively peaceful. The previous Minister, Millicent Bagnold, had retired peacefully, and the most senior candidate, Crouch, had withdrawn from the race due to his son's involvement with Death Eaters. Dumbledore recommended Cornelius Fudge as the new Minister, believing that despite his mediocre abilities, Fudge was diligent and down-to-earth, capable of maintaining peace.

Many staff members at the Ministry looked down on Fudge, believing him to be merely Dumbledore's mouthpiece. Middle and senior officials also ignored Fudge's opinions, inevitably adopting a somewhat rigid attitude. For example, yesterday's Head Auror Scrimgeour, Ms. Bones, Director of the Department of Law Enforcement, and Mr. Crouch of the Department of International Cooperation...

At the beginning, Fudge could still face these rumors with a smile, and he would always take the initiative to ask Dumbledore for advice when he encountered problems.

Now that he has been in office for two years and has barely secured his position as minister, his ambitions nurtured by power. Fudge feels that the voices of those officials are too harsh and begins to promote wizards from his own faction. Umbridge is his favorite senior deputy minister.

"There are so many people in the Ministry of Magic who don't get along with Umbridge, so I feel more confident." Melvin chuckled. "Even if they are unwilling to help the new professor, they will oppose Umbridge for the sake of the headmaster."

"I may disappoint you. Although many senior officials in the Ministry of Magic dislike Connelly, they are happy to see the influence of an old man like me weakened."

"Is this why you met Scrimgeour yesterday?"

"I believe Scrimgeour is an honest and reliable Auror. He firmly stands against Voldemort and the Death Eaters. If he can prepare in advance, it will be of great help to us..." Dumbledore paused, then changed the subject and said, "Professor Quirrell is in place. An assistant is needed to remind Harry that they have tutoring classes over the weekend."

"whispering sound……"

He is clearly the professor of an elective course, but he always has to work overtime for no apparent reason.

Melvin was a little indignant. As he turned and walked towards the auditorium, he reached out and pulled down a branch. The snow immediately fell and soaked the old principal.

Dumbledore looked at the snow on his shoulders and was speechless.

……

The weather warmed up slightly in February, and the frozen Black Lake began to melt. If you walk around the shore, you can occasionally hear the sound of ice breaking. There is still snow on the grounds and courtyards, but it has stopped snowing, and spring is coming.

Hermione was walking alone to the library, carrying a heavy bag.

There was another Gryffindor Quidditch match this month. Harry and Ron discussed Quidditch tactics all day long. They didn't care about the Philosopher's Stone or Hagrid hatching a dragon. Only she was worried that Hagrid might be fired, so she took advantage of the weekend to come to the library to look up information about dragons.

Those books are quite interesting.

Hermione shook her head, shaking off the inappropriate thoughts, and sighed distressedly: "Oh my God! Hagrid will be expelled..."

"Who will be fired?" a gentle voice sounded.

Hermione looked up. "Professor Lewynter?"

"You just said Hagrid would be expelled. Why?"

"No...nothing!"

"I thought Hagrid was drunk and in trouble again." Melvin rubbed her head and said casually, "Last time he dragged me out for a drink, and when he was drunk he insisted on telling me about the three-headed dog, how he liked to chew on beef knee bones, hated lice, and would fall asleep when he heard music... all sorts of nonsense."

Hermione was stunned for a moment, and her head buzzed with a lot of things!

Fluffy will pass out when he hears music, and Hagrid will point out Fluffy's weaknesses when he gets drunk!

She clearly remembered that Hagrid won the dragon egg in the tavern, and the one who gave him the dragon egg was a mysterious wizard, a mysterious wizard whose identity was unknown.

"Professor...I have something to tell you." She hurriedly pulled the professor's sleeve.

"Let's talk when I get back. I need to deal with some things at the Ministry of Magic with Headmaster Dumbledore." Melvin said as he stuffed a handful of candy into her hand, quickened his pace, and hurried away.

Hermione stared blankly at the professor disappearing around the corner of the corridor. The sound of his footsteps gradually faded away, and her ears were still ringing with the professor's words. Her face was pale. "Hagrid revealed Fluffy's weakness, and the headmaster is going out today... How could this be such a coincidence?"

Chapter 68: Ms. Marchbank: Too lazy to listen

"Ninth floor, Department of Mysteries."

When Melvin and the principal walked out of the elevator, the cold female voice was still echoing in the elevator.

Outside the elevator was a straight corridor without any curves. The walls were dark and rough. There were no doors or windows on either side. There was only a slightly gloomy black wooden door at the end of the corridor.

Melvin looked across the corridor at the unremarkable black door. Wright had told him that the Ministry of Magic's top-secret scientific research project was hidden inside.

"The work of the Unspeakables is top secret, and we believe their research will change the world." Dumbledore introduced softly.

"Hmm..." Melvin remained noncommittal.

From the Egyptian and Mayan civilizations of the classical magic era to the modern MACUSA and Ministry of Magic, every era and every country's wizarding governing body has similar departments, all claiming to explore the true meaning of magic, the boundaries between life and death, the nature of time and space...

It may take a few hundred years at the shortest, or nearly a thousand years at the longest. Anyway, I haven't heard of any progress so far.

Some research has side effects. The hieroglyphic magic symbols have been cut off, leaving only runes to be passed down with difficulty, and the more ancient magic has almost been completely lost.

After leaving the elevator, turn left and enter a gap. Below is a dark and cold stone staircase. Under the stairs is another corridor, which is very similar to the basement of Hogwarts, with rough stone walls, torches stuck on the brackets, and thick and heavy wooden doors on both sides, inlaid with iron bolts and keyholes.

The doors on both sides of the wall lead to the courtrooms, numbered from one to ten, and the later the number, the more serious the case.

Melvin and the principal's trial today is in Courtroom 4.

Because it was still early, the jury had not yet arrived. After arriving, Melvin and Dumbledore did not enter the courtroom, but waited in the adjacent waiting room for their summons. The staff they met were very measured, and their words and actions were not disrespectful, and they even treated them with respect, not as if they were defendants or suspects.