"The Blood Wizard of Hogwarts (

"Of course, strictly speaking, you did not violate the school rules, um... not yet!"

Speaking of this, Umbridge couldn't help accentuating his tone a little bit, "However, the premise is that you must disband the so-called learning interest group as required, and tell me...who instigated you to do this?"

"No one instructed me, professor, to say anything, this is my own decision." Ivan shrugged and said.

"A lie!" Umbridge yelled loudly, staring straight at Ivan's face, as if he wanted to see something from his face.

She didn't believe that a fifteen-year-old little wizard would hold a gathering of a hundred people on a whim and make some remarks against the Ministry of Magic.

"Is it Dumbledore? He must have instructed you to do all this in secret, right?" Umbridge asked eagerly again with a hint of expectation.

Ivan looked at Umbridge with a weird look, and then suddenly asked with interest. "Well, if I say yes, how would you deal with him?"

"So, are you willing to cooperate with us as a witness? Mr. Hals?" Umbridge was a little excited, his face full of surprise.

"You haven't answered my question yet, Professor..." Ivan responded nonchalantly.

Umbridge only calmed down his excitement a bit, and said.

"If everything you said is true, then our Principal Dumbledore, I am afraid, is trying to force Hogwarts students to conduct military training and form a Scout to fight the Minister of Magic..."

"According to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, this is a felony! If nothing else, he will be dismissed from the post of principal and will spend the rest of his life in Azkaban..."

Umbridge said while looking at Ivan, the threat was obvious.

Ivan didn't care about Umbridge's eyes, but continued to ask. "No accident? But what if there is an accident?"

"For example, Dumbledore is determined to take up magic against the Ministry of Magic... How can you deal with him?" Ivan added.

He has always been very curious, where in the original time and space Fudge had the courage to lead people to arrest Dumbledore, did his brain break?

"There are more than one hundred Aurors in the Ministry of Magic!" Umbridge stared at Ivan sternly, then continued arrogantly. "Dumbledore is impossible, and he does not dare to confront us. He must abide by the Ministry of Magic's regulations and accept punishment unless... he is ready to fight the entire magical world!

Ivan nodded, and he understood that it was bureaucratic thinking that was at work.

These people are accustomed to relying on order and regulations to suppress others, and subconsciously feel that the individual cannot resist the collective will.

Coupled with Dumbledore’s usual gentle and well-behaved behavior, even if he was slandered by the Daily Prophet as an old madman or a silly worm, he could endure it. That’s why Fudge and Umbridge could develop a kind of Handle, you can arrest Dumbledore's illusion.

"I hope you can think about Hals!" When asked by Ivan, Umbridge's face became gloomy, she said again.

"Your mother, Aisia, hasn't been very restful lately. The Ministry of Magic knows that she is making some small moves in Knockdown Alley.

But if you can cooperate with the Ministry of Magic and act as a witness to correct Dumbledore, then Minister Fudge may also consider letting your mother go, regardless of this..."

"Don't care about this?" Ivan almost couldn't help laughing, and then said with a sigh, not knowing whether it was happy or not. "I probably understand that the Ministry of Magic has no way to deal with an out-of-specification and unruly wizard..."

"It seems that you are determined to follow Dumbledore and fight the Ministry of Magic, right?" Umbridge brushed and stood up, his entire face was ugly and scary, and his right hand was already on the wand.

"No, no, you made a mistake at first!" Ivan shook his head, pointed at himself, looked at Umbridge, and said with certainty. "It's me who has the students to assemble and prepares to fight the Ministry of Magic!"

Umbridge's face was full of amazement. She seemed to understand something suddenly, but she still seemed to be a little puzzled, but in any case, Umbridge pulled out the wand for the first time.

However, Ivan was one step faster than her. He didn't need a magic wand, nor did he need to chant. He just stretched out a finger and the alchemy device on his wrist lit up slightly.

A red light flashed in mid-air. Umbridge didn't have time to chant the protective spell. He only felt that his body was hit vigorously, and the wand he was holding in his hand suddenly came out in mid-air. Spinning in the middle, and finally fell into Ivan's hands.

Between the lightning and flint, Umbridge had already lost the ability to resist.

Looking at the little wizard in front of him who was only fifteen years old, Umbridge only felt a great fear enveloped in her heart. Only then did she remember that the other party had a record of confronting a giant dragon head-on last year, which was far beyond her ability. Cope.

But even so ~com~ Umbridge didn't mean to subdue softly, but sternly scolded. "I am a senior investigator appointed by Minister Fudge himself. How dare you do something to me..."

Ivan didn't reply, but lazily waved the wand that he had just captured.

"~ (The soul comes out of the body

The moment the spell was pronounced, Umbridge screamed in horror.

But in the next second, the frightened and angry look on Umbridge’s face slowly subsided, his mind was empty, his body became light and fluttering, as if a voice in his heart kept telling her that the little wizard in front of her was The person I trust and respect the most.

"Sit!" Ivan put his wand on the table casually, pointed to the table and chairs in front, and said.

Umbridge moved quickly and sat back in position as Ivan ordered.

For a while, everything seemed to be back to the original appearance, but this time the primary and secondary were completely changed.

Ivan did not rush to ask, but turned his gaze to the table in front of him. There was a roll of parchment and a long, thin black feather pen with a particularly sharp tip.

"Is this thing used to deal with me?" Ivan asked curiously.

"Yes, Mr. Hals..." Umbridge nodded and explained in the most gentle tone. "This quill has been spelled and will engrave the written sentence on the writer's wrist. My original plan was for you to keep copying [Observe the school rules and regulations]...until you remember this sentence in your heart until……"

"Well, that's it..." Ivan suddenly realized that, reaching out his hand, turning the pen and paper over, and placing it in front of Umbridge. "Then what are you waiting for? Copy it now! By the way, from whom did you know the Defence Against the Dark Arts Society."