Chapter 155 Write letters, write letters, and write letters!

As Kaysen and Dumbledore left the office, Fudge was finally able to lean back in his chair and shout.

Kingsley took out his wand and tapped the imprisoned Umbridge. He tried the stop spell, but it didn't work. Fortunately, the imprisonment spell lost its effect.

Umbridge pushed Kingsley away and ran towards Fudge screaming. She slid down to Fudge's side.

"Mr. Minister? Mr. Minister, are you okay?"

Fudge was furious at the culprit who had hurt him like this, 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 was really not so generous...

"I'm fine, help me sit up." Fudge said with difficulty.

Umbridge quickly pulled Fudge to the chair.

"Go find a healer!" After doing all this, she shouted at Kingsley again.

Kingsley shrugged and left the office slowly.

Scrimgeour looked at him and walked out. After all, if he didn't leave, would he be blamed or work overtime?

"Umbridge, you...you..." Fudge said hoarsely.

"Minister, I'm here, you say." Umbridge agreed quickly.

"You split into two groups, go to Africa and South America, and serve as diplomatic attachés." Fudge said.

"Mr. Minister, I split into two groups?" Umbridge asked in confusion.

"Well? Didn't you say I can say it? Of course, if you don't want this mission, 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 Distance Observer, choose one." Fudge said with a breath of cold air.

"Then... Minister, can I still be a diplomatic attaché?" Umbridge smiled a smile that was much 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 deserting their professorial seats with a large number of professors.

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

He had already begun to prepare for the opening of the Wizengamot at this moment.

"So, if Fudge and the others are really going to pursue the matter, how should you vote?"

"We all know how to vote without you telling us, and others should make the same choice as us. They still know how to distinguish between a stupid politician and a professor who really cares about the little wizards." Professor Flitwick said very easily, and it seemed that he had a rough idea of ​​the Wizengamot's verdict.

"But will Fudge and the others really choose to magnify this matter? It is obvious that they are not right in this matter. Keeping things quiet is the best choice, otherwise he will be scolded by the entire wizarding world." Lupin asked doubtfully.

"Mr. Remus Lupin, when will your beastly brain really wake up? Or is your human brain not as smart as your wolf brain? Did Kaysen's enchanted book remove your werewolf nature and your brain as well?" Snape put a piece of sausage into his mouth and complained.

"Oh... Respected Professor Snape, what do you think?" Fudge took a deep breath and kept telling himself not to get angry.

"For the current Ministry of Magic headed by Fudge, if the directors of various executive departments had not been hypocritical, the magic world would have been messed up 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 stupid in that he can't see what he is doing, but also stupid in that he can't see what is the best solution at the moment."

"And such a stupid person is a so-called superstitious believer in the authority of the Ministry of Magic, superstitious about rules, and likes to make decisions on impulse. He will definitely choose to appeal to the Wizengamot."

"As I said, his stupidity can't even make his brain remember who the chief wizard of the Wizengamot is."

As Snape spoke so much, Dumbledore couldn't help but straighten his chest.

"I don't know which clever ghost supported such a fool at that time."

Dumbledore slumped his chest again.

As Snape completed his dual teaching and became famous, 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 that Fudge really did that stupid thing." Professor McGonagall complained while staring at the newspaper.

"But to be honest, this newspaper is still fair, starting from Sirius's escape from prison, to Fudge and Dumbledore's decision to send Dementors to Hogwarts, to Caysen's warning letter to Fudge and Dumbledore's reminder letter to Fudge."

"Finally, the Dementors on the Hogwarts Express and Dumbledore went to Fudge's office one after another to cut off his arm, and then went to St. Mungo's to find that the wound was contaminated with a special curse magic, which could only heal but not recover... Then Fudge decided to go to the Wizengamot to sue Kaysen."

Professor McGonagall told everything that was said 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 also word for word.

"This time the Daily Prophet is really true."

"The reporter who wrote the Daily Prophet this time was Joanne Catherine Rowling, one of the few fair reporters of the Daily Prophet. It should be that other reporters did not dare to take such a hot potato, so she was asked to write it." Professor McGonagall explained.

"In short, she wrote very well, and the people in the magic world knew the truth. The next Wizengamot trial will also be very beneficial to Kaysen." Dumbledore said.

"Well, I see." Sprout smiled, because the little wizards below were already furious after seeing this freshly-published newspaper. They knew that Kaysen had personally gone to Fudge's office to protect them and cut off one of his arms. Now Fudge was going to sue Kaysen in the Wizengamot, and they all started to follow Fudge's morning routine.

"I have to write to my old friends in the Wizengamot later." Dumbledore said faintly.

"I will also write to the Potions Society... and the Slug Club." Snape said concisely.

"The Transfiguration Society will also help, don't worry, Kaysen." Professor McGonagall patted Kaysen on the shoulder.

"And the Herb Society and the Ravenclaw Mutual Aid Society." Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick also comforted him.

"Actually, there is no need to do this. I'm not afraid... Well, I have to write to the European Alchemy later."