"Ah, Mafalda!"

Umbridge looked at Hermione and said, "Travers asked you to come, right?"

"Yes - yes." Hermione whispered.

"Okay, you will do well."

Umbridge turned to a wizard wearing a black robe embellished with gold and said: "That solves the problem, Minister, if Mafalda can take notes, we can start now."

She looked at the clipboard: "There are ten people today, and one of them is the wife of a Ministry of Magic employee!

Tsk, tut... right here, inside the Ministry of Magic!"

She walked into the elevator and stood next to Hermione, followed by two other wizards who were listening to the conversation between Umbridge and the Minister.

"Let's go straight down, Mafalda, everything you need is available in the courtroom.

Good morning, Albert, aren’t you going out?”

"Out, of course."

Harry said in Lencowan's deep voice.

Harry stepped out of the elevator.

The golden gate clanged shut behind them.

He turned around and saw Hermione's anxious face lowered again. On one side was a tall wizard with Umbridge's velvet bow reaching to Hermione's shoulders.

"What's your business here, Runcorn?"

The new Minister of Magic asked. There were strands of silver in his long black hair and beard, and the shadow of his forehead covered his twinkling eyes, making Harry think of a crab looking out from under the rock.

"I'm looking for," Harry hesitated for a few tenths of a second: "I'm looking for a word with Arthur Weasley.

Some say he is on the first floor."

"ah,"

Piers Thicknesse said: "Has he been caught talking to bad people?"

"No," Harry said with a dry throat, "No, it's not."

"Ah...hum, it's just a matter of time,"

Thicknesse said in a low voice: "If you ask me, a pure-blood traitor is as bad as a mudblood.

Goodbye, Runcorn."

"Goodbye, Minister."

Harry watched Thicknesse walk away down the thickly carpeted passage.

As soon as the minister disappeared, Harry took out the Invisibility Cloak from under his heavy black robe, put it on his body, and walked in the opposite direction.

Runcorn was so tall that Harry had to bend down to make sure his big feet weren't exposed.

Fear struck him in waves as he passed by bright wooden doors one after another. On each door there was a small sign with the name and position of the person in the room.

The majesty, complexity and inscrutability of the Ministry of Magic seemed to overwhelm him, making the plan of action carefully planned by him and Ron and Hermione for four weeks seem like ridiculous child's play.

They focused all their attention on how to sneak in, but they never thought about what they would do if they were forced to separate.

Now Hermione was stuck in court, which would undoubtedly drag on for hours;

Ron was struggling with magic that Harry knew was beyond his capabilities, and a woman's freedom might depend on his performance;

As for Harry, he was still wandering on the top floor, knowing that the person he was looking for had just taken the elevator down.

He stopped and leaned against the wall, trying to decide what to do.

Silence oppressed him: there was no sound of busyness, voices, or hurried footsteps. The corridors covered with purple-red carpets were silent, as if a listening spell had been cast to close the ears.

Her office must be here, Harry thought.

It seemed unlikely that Umbridge hid the jewelry in her office, but it seemed foolish not to search for it to make sure.

So he walked along the corridor again, and all he saw on the way was a frowning wizard who was mumbling something to a quill, and the pen was writing rapidly on a roll of parchment in front of him.

Harry began to pay attention to the name on the door. After turning a corner and walking for a while, the passage opened into a spacious area.

A dozen witches and wizards sat in front of rows of small tables. The tables were similar to school desks, only much smoother and without traces of graffiti.

Harry couldn't help but stop and watch, because the sight had a hypnotic effect.

The wizards waved and turned their wands in unison, and many square colored papers floated in the air like small pink kites.

After a few seconds, Harry realized that this was a rhythmic procedure, and that the confetti gathered and dispersed in a certain pattern.

After a few more seconds, he realized that he was watching the production process of the booklet. Those square papers were pages of content, gathered and folded, fastened with magic, and then neatly stacked next to each wizard.

Harry approached quietly. In fact, the wizards were so focused on their work that he doubted they would notice the sound of his footsteps, which was weakened by the carpet.

He secretly took a bound pamphlet from a young witch and took it into the invisibility cloak to read.

The pink cover is printed with an eye-catching title in gold letters:

Mudblood

Threat to peaceful pureblood society

Below is a painting of a red rose being tightly strangled by a green grass with fangs and a fierce look, and in the center of the petals is a silly face.

There was no signature on the pamphlet, but the scar on the back of Harry's right hand stung faintly.

At this time, the witch beside him confirmed his inner suspicion. She waved and turned her wand and said, "Is the old witch going to be there interrogating mudbloods all day? Does anyone know?"

"Be careful."

The wizard next to her looked around uneasily and said that a piece of his paper fell to the ground.

"Why, not only does she have a magic eye, but now she also has magic ears?"

The witch glanced at the polished mahogany door opposite the pamphleteers.

Harry also looked over there, and an anger surged up in his chest like a poisonous snake.

On the Muggle door where the door mirror was, there was a large round eyeball with a bright blue iris embedded in the mahogany, which would be shockingly familiar to anyone who knew Alastor Moody.

In that moment, Harry forgot where he was, what he was doing, and even that he was invisible.

He strode to the door and looked at the eye. It no longer moved, but stared blankly upward. The sign below read:

Dolores Umbridge

Senior Undersecretary of Magic

There is also a new, brighter sign at the bottom:

Director, Muggle-Born Registration Board

Harry looked back at the dozen wizards who were making pamphlets. Although they were all busy working, it was hard to imagine that no one would notice if the door of an empty office opened in front of them.

So, he took out a strange-shaped object from his inner pocket.

It has swinging legs and its body is a spherical rubber horn.

Harry knelt down under the invisibility cloak and placed the decoy bomb on the floor.

The decoy bomb immediately moved and quickly passed between the calves of the wizards.

Harry put his hand on the doorknob and waited. After a while, he heard a loud noise and a large amount of choking black smoke poured out from a corner.

The young witch in the front row screamed, and pink pages flew everywhere. She and her companions jumped to their feet, looking around for the source of the chaos.

Harry took the opportunity to turn the doorknob, stepped into Umbridge's office, and closed the door behind him.

He felt as if he had stepped back in time. The room looked exactly like Umbridge's office at Hogwarts: lace curtains, decorative rugs and dried flowers covered every possible surface, and the same flower plates were on the walls.

, the pattern is a brightly colored big cat wearing a bow, jumping and playing there, making it disgusting.

The table was covered with a ruffled and floral tablecloth.

There was a telescope-like device attached to the back of Mad-Eye's eyeballs, allowing Umbridge to spy on employees outside the door.

Harry took a closer look and saw that they were still gathered around the decoy bomb. He pulled the binoculars off the door, leaving a hole in the door.

He took off the magic eye and put it in his pocket, then turned to face the room, raised his wand and whispered: "Here comes the locket."

There was no movement, but he didn't expect any. Umbridge was undoubtedly very proficient in protective spells.

He hurriedly walked behind the desk, opened the drawers, and saw quills, notebooks and correction tapes;

Enchanted paper clips snaked out of the drawer and he had to fight them back;

There is also an elegant little lace box filled with bows and hairpins; the locket is missing.

There was a filing cabinet behind the desk, and Harry went to look through it.

It was like one of those filing cabinets owned by Filch, the Hogwarts warden, filled with folders, each with a name on it.

Harry searched all the way to the bottom drawer when he saw something that distracted him: Mr. Weasley's file.

He pulled it out and opened it.

Arthur Weasley

Bloodline: Pure blood, but with intolerable pro-Muggle tendencies.

Known members of the Order of the Phoenix.

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

Note: The youngest son is currently seriously ill at home, which has been confirmed by the Ministry of Magic inspector.

Security status: Tracking.

All actions are monitored.
To be continued...