Chapter 155 Writing letters, writing letters, still writing letters! (Ch 155)

With Kaysen and Dumbledore out of the office, Fudge was finally able to lean back in his chair and yell.

Kingsley took out his wand and tapped the imprisoned Umbridge. He tried the Stop Spell, but it was useless. Fortunately, the imprisonment spell lost its effect by then.

Umbridge pushed Kingsley away and ran towards Fudge screaming. She slid down to her knees and came to Fudge’s side.

“Mr. Minister? Mr. Minister, are you okay?”

Fudge was so angry when he saw the culprit who had hurt him so much, but he was the Minister of Magic after all. If he took his anger out on his subordinates because of such an objective little thing, who would dare to work for him in the future?

But just swallow your anger? Fudge is not that magnanimous…

“I’m fine, help me sit up.” Fudge said with difficulty.

Umbridge quickly pulled Fudge into his seat.

“Go find a therapist!” After doing all this, she shouted to Kingsley.

Kingsley shrugged and slowly left the office.

Scrimgeour looked at it and walked out. After all, if he didn’t leave, would he be blamed or have to work overtime?

“Umbridge, you do this…you do this…” Fudge said hoarsely with a grin.

“Minister, I’m here, go ahead.” Umbridge agreed quickly.

“You will split your forces into two groups and go to Africa and South America to serve as diplomatic attachés,” said Fudge.

“Mr. Minister, should I split my troops into two groups?” Umbridge asked in confusion.

“Hmm? Didn’t you tell me to just tell you? Of course, if you don’t want this task, I have another job for you.” Fudge continued.

“Mr. Minister, another mission……”

“To be precise, there are two, the Death Veil Explorer of the Department of Mysteries, and the Avada Kedavra Negative Range Observer. Choose one.” Fudge said with a breath.

“Then… Minister, can I still be a diplomatic attaché?” Umbridge forced a smile that was even uglier than hers.

“Go now!”

“yes!”

Umbridge left the office in a flash.

On the other side…

“The Sorting Ceremony has officially begun!”

Professor McGonagall was sorting the houses downstairs, while Dumbledore and Kaysen were joining a large group of professors in deserting their seats.

After all, most of those who can be professors at Hogwarts have a position in the Wizengamot.

He had already begun preparing for the opening of the Wizengamot court.

“So, if Fudge and his team are really going to pursue this, how should you vote?”

“You don’t need to tell us. We all know how to vote, and others will probably make the same choice as us. They know how to distinguish between a stupid politician and a professor who truly cares about the little wizards.” Professor Flitwick said easily. It seemed that he already had a rough idea of ​​the Wizengamot’s decision.

“But will Fudge and the others really choose to escalate the matter? They are obviously not in the right in this matter. Keeping peace is the best option. Otherwise, he will be scolded by the entire wizarding world.” Lupin asked doubtfully.

“Mr. Remus Lupin, when will your beast brain ever truly wake up? Or is your human brain not as sharp as your wolf brain? Did Kaysen’s enchantment book remove your brain as well when it removed your werewolf nature?” Snape complained as he elegantly put a piece of sausage into his mouth.

“Oh… Respected Professor Snape, what do you think?” Lupin took a deep breath and kept telling himself not to be angry.

“With regard to the current Ministry of Magic headed by Fudge, if the directors of various executive departments had not been lip-service to him, the wizarding world would have been thrown into chaos by him long ago. So this kind of person cannot be judged by common sense.”

“A cowardly person, an arrogant person, a stubborn person, a stupid person. His stupidity is not only that he cannot see what he is doing, but also that he cannot see what is the best solution at the moment.”

“Besides, such a fool who is so-called superstitious about the authority of the Ministry of Magic and the rules and who likes to make decisions on impulse will definitely choose to appeal to the Wizengamot.”

“As I said, his stupidity prevented his brain from even remembering who the Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot was.”

As Snape spoke so long, Dumbledore couldn’t help but puff out his chest.

“I don’t know which clever guy supported such an idiot.”

Dumbledore dropped his chest again.

As Snape completed the double link and became famous in one battle, the entire professorial chair was filled with a happy atmosphere.

At this time, Professor McGonagall finally finished the sorting, and a large number of owls flew into the hall and delivered the expedited version of the Daily Prophet to everyone.

“Oh…it seems Fudge really did that stupid thing.” Professor McGonagall complained while staring at the newspaper.

“But to be honest, this newspaper is fairly reported. It started with Sirius’s escape from prison, then Fudge and Dumbledore’s decision to send Dementors to Hogwarts, and then to Kaysen’s warning letter to Fudge and Dumbledore’s reminder letter to Fudge.”

“Finally, the Dementors on the Hogwarts Express and Kesen Dumbledore went to Fudge’s office one after another to chop off his arm. Then they went to St. Mungo’s and found that the wound was contaminated with a special curse magic that could only heal but not recover… Then Fudge decided to go to the Wizengamot to sue Kesen.”

Professor McGonagall repeated everything that was written in the Daily Prophet in full, and what was written in it was not exactly the same as what happened in reality, but it was exactly the same word for word.

“This Daily Prophet is really good.”

“The reporter for the Daily Prophet this time is Joanne Katherine Rowling, one of the few impartial reporters for the Daily Prophet. She was asked to write the article because other reporters were afraid to take on such a hot potato,” Professor McGonagall explained.

“All in all, she wrote it very well. People in the wizarding world know the truth, and the upcoming Wizengamot trial will be very beneficial to Kaisen,” said Dumbledore.

“Yeah, I see.” Sprout had a smile on his face, because the little wizards below were already outraged after seeing this freshly printed newspaper. They knew that in order to protect them, Kaysen had personally gone to Fudge’s office and cut off one of his arms, and now Fudge was going to sue Kaysen in the Wizengamot, so they all started to follow Fudge’s morning routine.

“I’ll have to write to my old friends in the Wizengamot later,” Dumbledore said dimly.

“I will also write to the Potions Society… and the Slug Club,” Snape said succinctly.

“Don’t worry, Kaisen, the Transfiguration Association will also help.” Professor McGonagall patted Kaisen on the shoulder.

“There is also the Herbology Society and the Ravenclaw Mutual Aid Society.” Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick also comforted.

“Actually, there’s no need to be like that. I’m not afraid… Well, I have to write a letter to the European Alchemy Association later.”