69novels Chapter 286 Ministry of Magic... It's all over.
Chapter 286 Ministry of Magic... It's all over.
"By the way, how's your injury?"
Having recovered, Gella had no choice but to accept reality. But as soon as she picked up a document, the memory of Thea's injury resurfaced in her mind.
When Thea mentioned that elusive, divine blade, she recalled Voldemort's extremely eerie gaze that night. How to describe it?
Thea sensed that what he cared about wasn't her injury, but rather... the bleeding.
A dark glint flashed in Thea's eyes, but her face remained calm and composed. "It's all over now..."
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Gellar seemed to want to ask more questions, so Thea immediately added, "I've already reprimanded Professor Snape... While inventing spells is a good thing, there's no need to spread the word that the whole world knows about it, is there?"
Thea's words reminded Gella of this long-forgotten fact, and the famous scene of Snape listening to Thea's "reprimand" with a dark face also came to mind. Gella couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Meanwhile, Thea, seeing that she had successfully changed the subject, silently gave herself a thumbs up in her mind.
"Is the pink toad working for you now?"
Gella had only been quiet for a short while when she started talking again. Thea was used to keeping the surroundings quiet when she was working, but Gella's talking didn't bother her. So she simply multitasked, looking at the documents while answering Gella's endless questions.
“It’s not really like working for me,” Thea said carefully. “You know, half of the Ministry of Magic is with us now, and the other half is with Crouch. If Pink Toad wants to get ahead there, he has to listen to Crouch…”
"However, her thirst for power made her impatient to climb the ladder step by step, so... she set her sights on me."
Seeing that Gella was confused, Thea decided to explain it more clearly.
“Everyone knows that Death Eaters hate Muggles the most, and I am the undisputed heir to the Dark Lord, so she must also hate Muggles—”
As she spoke, Thea pointed to the brochure on the table, "This is her pledge of allegiance; she's showing me that her stance is aligned with the Death Eaters—"
Hearing this, how could Gella not understand?
"The Ministry of Magic is really... rotten to the core."
The Ministry of Magic was already down to half its original size; if it weren't for Crouch, it might have had to change its name!
Instead of focusing on rallying forces to defeat the evil forces, they wag their tails and beg for mercy from the enemy, turning their swords against their own compatriots...
The Ministry of Magic has people like this... they're doomed!
The Ministry of Magic... is doomed!
At the same time, Harry expressed the same sentiment at the Ministry of Magic.
Looking at the wanted posters scattered around his feet and the notices filled with various methods for testing wizard bloodlines, a fleeting look of confusion crossed Harry's eyes.
With a Ministry of Magic like this and a wizarding world like this, can he really deserve the title of "savior"?
"Harry—"
"Don't just stand there!!!"
Hermione was absolutely furious with Harry. Didn't he see what was going on? They were running for their lives!
How did he manage to lose focus in that situation?
Hermione didn't understand, but was greatly shocked, and even wanted to grab Harry's ear to see if he was under some kind of curse!
"Capture them! Don't let a single one escape!"
High up the stairs, Umbridge's eyes were wide open, revealing his greed and lust.
This is a great opportunity for her!
If she catches Potter, she will have done a great service in front of that person!
If she handles things properly, she will be the number one person in the Ministry of Magic in the future!
Thinking that he would soon attain a position second only to the emperor, Umbridge's breathing suddenly deepened, and the light in his eyes intensified!
Seeing Potter and his two companions in the hall, seemingly in grave danger but actually fighting and retreating with ease, Umbridge panicked. Forgetting her composure, she shouted in the rudeness of a street woman, the very kind of language she despised:
"Whoever catches Potter, I'll promote him to my personal secretary! The reward of 10,000 Galleons will be paid out immediately!"
Umbridge's shouts did have some effect; at least she slowed down Harry and the others' retreat.
And it was this push that brought Death Eater Alex to his arrival!
"Let's go!"
With a shout from Harry and a burst of light, the four of them vanished from their spot in an instant.
The Ministry of Magic fell into an eerie silence due to the disappearance of the four, looking at the surrounding area ravaged by Harry, his two companions, and watching helplessly as her position as the head of the Ministry of Magic slipped away once again…
Under the double blow, Umbridge didn't even have time to reprimand his incompetent subordinates before he went black and fainted.
This sudden dizziness caused another uproar at the Ministry of Magic.
Right across the street, in a well-lit room, Crouch watched all of this through the window with a blank expression.
Whether it was Harry sneaking into Umbridge's office or the later scene of the three of them causing a ruckus at the Ministry of Magic, the new Minister of Magic witnessed it all.
But he did nothing, just watching the farce unfold from beginning to end.
Crouch only said slowly after Umbridge fainted, "Send her to St. Mungo's. She's so stupid it hurts my eyes."
Percy, who stood respectfully to the side, immediately agreed, understanding Crouch's meaning. It seemed that this Ms. Umbridge was now completely cut off from the Ministry of Magic.
So what people should fear most is having ambitions that are higher than the sky!
Watching Percy leave to carry out his orders, Crouch, now alone in the room, finally dropped all pretense and rubbed his temples in exasperation.
Finally, we got that idiot out!
She always wore a fake smile, her greed practically overflowing from her eyes, yet she remained oblivious. Fortunately, she had precisely crossed that little tyrant's line, so Crouch couldn't kill her so easily!
The Ministry of Magic's "big rat" has finally been caught!
I wonder how much this headline will increase public confidence in him?
Thinking about this, Crouch's stern face finally softened, but the lust for power in his eyes grew even stronger.
Harry felt like he had been thrown into a washing machine. The only thing that could reassure him was his hand, but as time went on, that hand began to slowly slip away!
Harry was terrified and tried even harder to grab her, but... it had little effect.
Finally, Harry seemed to see the doors of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, but before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, the scene vanished like a bubble—he felt himself being thrown into a washing machine again.