As she spoke, her eyes, full of ill intent, looked towards Howl.
"Ah, the price of Dark Arts, right?" she said, her bulky body approaching step by step, her poor high heels clicking crisply on the stairs.
"I think the Minister has been too lenient with Hogwarts, allowing just anyone to enter the school freely, constantly threatening our future."
"May I ask, who are you?!" Howl looked down at her slightly.
"Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for magic, Dolores Jane Umbridge!" Her eyes gleamed slightly, and her self-introduction was meticulous, clearly proud of her position.
Howl nodded: "Since it's you, I'd like to know who is fanning the flames behind the scenes, leading to this investigation."
"Silence!" she shrieked, "This has nothing to do with you. All you need to do is think about how to carry out your useless sophistry!"
Howl frowned slightly, shook his head, and looked at Scrimgeour: "I have to leave. If you are willing to cooperate, I will—"
Umbridge interrupted him again, her shrill voice continuously assaulting everyone's eardrums: "Scrimgeour, is this how you treat detained personnel? Letting him spout nonsense here—"
However, before she finished speaking, she flew backward, crashing heavily against the wall.
At the same time, the shackles fell, clanging loudly on the stairs, then rolling down two more steps.
The sound was so startling, echoing continuously throughout the empty corridor.
Immediately, some Aurors who had long been battle-hardened drew their wands, and Scrimgeour's wand was even pointed at Howl.
Fast, but not fast enough!
The huge wand instantly twisted space, appearing in Howl's hand. He sharply tapped the wand on the ground, erupting in silver sparks.
"ξωαπτoσμα"
Instantly, everyone froze in place, their expressions dazed, and wisps of silver mist drifted from their minds.
Except for Scrimgeour; Howl's action of removing his shackles at that moment allowed him to escape.
"I think Dumbledore is still too lenient with you, making you lack a bit of reverence for magic," he said slowly.
Scrimgeour was frozen in place, his heart seemingly about to burst from his chest. During You-Know-Who's era, he had once faced You-Know-Who directly in an operation.
That feeling of even breathing, even fleeing, and a series of biological instincts being suppressed.
Eleven years later, it descended again—from another person!
"What do you want to do?" he gritted out, "If you want to control us, control the Ministry of Magic, why not kill me—"
Howl looked at him in surprise, shaking his head: "I just hope..."
"Cruci—"
Howl waved his hand, and Umbridge's Curse was not even finished before she was slammed against the wall.
Since the Knockturn Alley incident, he had become much more cautious. However, he was very curious: how could Umbridge break free from soul extraction? What did she rely on?
Howl looked over in confusion, but did not expect Umbridge to get up again, bleeding from her head, her eyes full of hatred.
Alright, he knew.
The power of hatred is indeed very strong!
"The Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for magic uses the three Unforgivable Curses, and so skillfully," Howl said mockingly, looking at Scrimgeour, raising his wand at Umbridge, drawing a slight arc.
"I'm not doing anything. I just need to go back," Howl replied to Scrimgeour's earlier words.
"Back to Hogwarts?" He looked ferocious, taking two more steps closer to him: "What exactly are you doing? In the school, those are all children!!"
"First: It has nothing to do with children. It's just a friend, and I have some old scores to settle with him. Second: Besides believing, you don't seem to have any other choice!" Howl said indifferently.
He had waited too long for this day.
With that, he raised his hand and patted Scrimgeour's shoulder, instantly immobilizing him.
Then, he raised his wand.
As he had said before, he had no intention of controlling the Ministry of Magic; he just hoped these guys wouldn't be so obstructive.
So at this moment, he was modifying everyone's memories, concocting a grand drama in the interrogation room.
And Scrimgeour's body was as if under the Petrificus Totalus, only able to watch Howl's actions with wide eyes.
He suddenly remembered the name of the fountain statue standing in the Ministry of Magic's atrium.
[magic is Might]
Minutes later, the memory modification was complete.
Howl patted Scrimgeour's shoulder. He felt this person might be somewhat useful.
At this point, Scrimgeour had calmed down considerably. He took a deep breath, trying his best to maintain his composure: "You didn't cast a spell on me, why?!"
"This investigation must have been instigated by someone behind the scenes—those former Death Eaters who once belonged to Lord Voldemort.
The person who truly deserves to be sent to Azkaban, I think you should know who it is." Howl looked at him.
"I have no reason to investigate them!" Scrimgeour said.
"Of course you do. I've already given it to you," Howl said calmly, and the space churned as he departed again.
"The way to break the Curse is—True Love's Kiss."
A cryptic sentence entered his mind at the same moment.
Watching the person before him disappear, he could only roar in frustration, slamming his fist against the iron bars.
He certainly knew who truly belonged in Azkaban, setting aside the legalities. Howl Jenkins, whom they had detained, had never harmed innocent people in any of his cases.
In the London flying case, he merely stunned and disarmed Ministry of Magic members.
In the Knockturn Alley case, the casualties were only some Dark Wizards who had always evaded accountability through various means—no, not even Dark Wizards, just some foul rats dwelling in the gutters!
The Hogwarts Troll incident caused no casualties whatsoever and couldn't even be attributed to him!
By now, Scrimgeour had realized that he, the Auror Office, and even the entire Ministry of Magic had been used as pawns.
After his impotent rage, he calmed down again. If he truly followed what the other party said and investigated those fanning the flames behind the scenes...
"Croak—"
Suddenly, a strange croaking sound echoed in his ear. He followed the sound and saw a pink toad leap out of the shadows at the bottom of the stairs.
Instantly, Scrimgeour's mind exploded.
Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for magic... The reason to investigate former Death Eaters... The way to break the Curse is True Love's Kiss...
"Croak—croak—"
He stared blankly at the pink toad, feeling a chill. True Love's Kiss... it was quite a tall order.
But moments later, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
He felt no sympathy for Umbridge's plight. Apart from Fudge, no one liked this pompous, malicious Undersecretary.
And from another perspective, this... seemed to be a beneficial event.
Whether it was Umbridge's downfall or the political achievements to be gained from purging former Death Eaters.
Looking at his subordinates gradually regaining consciousness around him, and then at Umbridge, who had turned into a toad, he felt a bit dazed...
At this point, he had no choice. Although he still felt uneasy about that person being in Hogwarts, he could only choose to believe now.
Choose to believe Dumbledore, choose to believe that Howl Jenkins who appeared out of nowhere!
Today's PY, an old author's new book, a succubus specialist, those who know, know. Young seedling! Young seedling! Young seedling! Future is promising! Future is promising! Future is promising!
After working overtime and dying unexpectedly, Louis, a worker, accidentally transmigrated to the Continent of Stars, where deities ran rampant and a hundred races stood tall, becoming the first Prince in the history of the Enther Empire to ascend to the throne as a succubus hybrid.
At this time, the Imperial Capital was a sea of laughter, and I made an indelible contribution to it.
Because the revolutionary army was escorting me to the guillotine.
As the trapezoidal blade fell, I ended my muddled life... It should have been like this, but when I woke up again, I was back to just before I was enfeoffed as a Prince, and with me was the diary I carried before my death, which recorded my future.
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I, Olivia, the Second Princess of the Enther Empire, having just been reborn on the day the Prince of Enchantment was enfeoffed, and having personally witnessed my royal sister's demise and the collapse of the Empire, decided to give the culprit, Louis Charles Julius, a taste of his own medicine.
To restore the glory of the Empire, the Princess is duty-bound!
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