"What... do you mean? Mr. Paracelsus."

Umbridge's face darkened and she moved her right hand, but ultimately did not choose to pull out the wand.

"This is Hogwarts, the British wizarding world. You should know the 'Covenant of the Immortals', right?"

As a senior official of the Ministry of Magic, she certainly knew the true identity of "Otto Apocalypse".

Compared to Dumbledore, this ancient alchemist from Austria obviously didn't care much about obeying and respecting the laws of the magical government, but the British Ministry of Magic was not worried about him messing around. The International Federation of Wizards

Will have the power to control the immortals.

If these "elderly wizards" disrupt the order of magic, the Ministry of Magic of various countries will unite to have jurisdiction and review.

"Oh, I just wanted to ask a question-"

Grindelwald's smile continued, but there was no smile in his tone.

Unknowingly, the magic in the air began to stir, slowly accumulating the air in the room.

"Feel free to interrupt conversations between seniors..."

"Break into the room without knocking..."

"Being smart..."

Grindelwald walked towards Umbridge step by step with his hands behind his back.

Different from the previous confrontation in the foyer, this time she felt as if she was being targeted by some extremely cruel monster.

Even if Grindelwald didn't have any more threatening words and no more advanced magic, Umbridge still had difficulty breathing and was trembling unconsciously with cold sweat. Every time Grindelwald took a small step forward, she would

Subconsciously take a step back.

The invisible "aura" pushed Umbridge back, and finally pushed her outside the door of the principal's office.

puff.

The aura suddenly disappeared.

Umbridge fell to the ground outside the principal's office involuntarily.

Grindelwald looked down at the fat witch and asked gently at the end.

"Are you polite?"

boom!

The door to the principal's office was closed again.

Grindelwald turned around and said with a humorous look on his face.

"How's it going? I just..."

"So, why did you lock her out again?"

Before the old devil could say anything, Elena said angrily.

"Can't you just block her in a corner of the office and leave it to Professor Dumbledore to deal with, and let me go back to sleep first?"

"Well--"

"Forget it, let's leave it at that for now. I just have something else to say - add a layer of soundproof barriers."

Elena sighed helplessly, and after Dumbledore put down his wand, she continued unhurriedly.

"I plan to hand over the handle of 'The Hanged Man' to the Ministry of Magic, of course those who have been purged, and then find a way to have the Ministry of Magic detonate and complete the final redemption briefing, and by the way prepare for the subsequent werewolf reversal.

Conducting final personnel review.”

Elena paused, a meaningful look flashing in her eyes.

"Therefore, I hope that when you deal with Umbridge later, you can..."

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Chapter completed!