Chapter 143 Return of the Demon King

"Don't worry, Mr. Cornelius Fudge. Everything is under my control. You don't have to listen to the nonsense that old man is talking about."

"Although Tom is not sociable, he is still one of the best Aurors in the entire British community."

"If he was willing to follow your orders, he wouldn't be an ordinary Auror now. As for the dark wizard, there is no need to worry about him."

"He's just a guy who kills magical creatures and smuggles them. He's totally unpresentable. What's so scary about a rat in the gutter?"

In the guest quarters of Hogwarts Tower, Umbridge was holding a "Magic Passage" and having a private report with the Minister of Magic.

I have to say that compared to using owls to send letters, the gadget invented by the little guy named Carl is quite useful.

A palm-sized object can facilitate phone calls, so that your reports can be more vivid and you can also get in touch with your leaders at the same time.

"Boom!!"

Just as Umbridge was about to continue and say some disgusting words of loyalty to Cornelius Fudge.

A loud noise came from outside the window, and she was so scared that she almost dropped the "Magic Spirit" in her hand.

"What's that noise over there? Is there going to be an explosion in Hogwarts?"

Cornelius Fudge on the other end of the phone seemed to have heard the noise and immediately asked a question.

"It's alright, Minister. If Hogwarts is really so unbridled on a normal day, then we can just take advantage of this opportunity."

"Send the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic to station there, so that we can legitimately interfere with Hogwarts."

"It can monitor Dumbledore and put pressure on that little guy. Let me tell you, at today's banquet, that little guy..."

Umbridge habitually wanted to tell tales, but before she could finish her words, she turned around.

The scene before her left her speechless. It turned out that the loud noise outside the window was not an accident.

Instead, it was an emergency signal firework. The red firework exploded in the air and turned into the logo of the British Ministry of Magic.

Even if Umbridge was arrogant and domineering, he knew what the symbol meant.

That was a signal magic exclusive to Aurors, meaning that an Auror had been attacked and that casualties had occurred.

Umbridge felt her scalp tightening, because she had signed the paper certificate in person from Carl.

If anything happened to the two Aurors at Hogwarts, all the responsibility would be on her.

"What on earth is going on over there? Why haven't you spoken for so long? Answer me now!"

Just as Umbridge's brain, which was running low on memory, was working frantically, trying to figure out how to suppress this matter.

Cornelius Fudge on the other end of the line was already roaring impatiently, and Umbridge quickly put the phone to her ear.

He was just about to tell a little lie to cover up the matter. After all, he was the other party's confidant. Two ordinary Aurors died in Hogwarts.

This matter could be big or small. The most important thing was that his backers could not fail. As long as Cornelius Fudge was dragged into the water, this matter could be covered up.

But before she could say anything, a green light suddenly flashed in the sky.

The light was so bright that it directly cut through the night sky, and a "Death Eater" mark suddenly appeared in the sky.

Looking at the mark, Umbridge took several steps back, her fat body shaking as if it was in vibration mode.

He kept muttering to himself.

"Impossible, impossible, isn't he already dead? Isn't he already dead?"

"Who died? What happened over there? Answer me immediately. Hurry up and do it now!!"

Cornelius Fudge on the other end of the phone also noticed that something was wrong and roared anxiously.

After waiting for nearly five minutes, the minister, who was sitting in his home, only heard a stuttering voice from the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Fudge........The You-Know-Who is back!!!"

Another five minutes passed, and Cornelius Fudge sat in his chair in his bedroom in his pajamas, motionless.

It was as if someone had cast a spell to freeze him until the clock behind him pointed to 12 o'clock and the melodious bells from the Hogwarts tower came from the other end of the phone.

He finally reacted and yelled.

"I will bring people to Hogwarts tomorrow. You will go and find out the situation immediately if those two Aurors are really dead."

"Then go to the logistics department and clean the toilets."

After the last roar, the phone was hung up directly, and Umbridge stood in the guest dormitory like a sculpture.

It was not until the "Magic Spirit" in her hand slipped from her hand and hit her foot that the pain brought her back to her senses.

The toad screamed and rushed out of the dormitory, now she was more frightened than Cornelius Fudge's threat.

She was afraid that Voldemort would attack Hogwarts directly and kill her.

Her two fat thighs running madly, combined with her daily dressing style, made her look like a rolling pink tire.

She had intended to run straight to Dumbledore's office, the headmaster's office, to seek protection, but she hadn't expected to walk just two corridors.

Then I saw Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and some senior students rushing over here in a hurry.

As soon as the toad saw Professor McGonagall, he hurried over and asked anxiously.

"Where is Dumbledore, where is Dumbledore, you all saw the mark, he is back, he is back!!!"

The loud voice made Professor McGonagall feel a little dizzy. She quickly pushed the other person away, looked him up and down, and said seriously.

"Principal Dumbledore is not in Hogwarts now. He has disappeared for almost two weeks. I don't know his whereabouts."

As she spoke, Professor McGonagall pointed at the other person's clothes and spoke in a disdainful tone.

"Also, as a staff member of the Ministry of Magic, please pay attention to your dress. This kind of clothing is not suitable for display in front of children."

Hearing this, Umbridge quickly looked down at herself, only to find that she had run out wearing that "not suitable for children" pajamas.

He immediately yelled and turned around and ran towards his dormitory.

The students behind Professor McGonagall couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh when they saw this scene, and of course, there were also a few dry heaves.

After all, if a sexy beauty came out wearing that outfit, all the boys present would probably just whistle.

But when you see a toad with a twisted body, wearing sexy pajamas that are two sizes smaller than his body, running towards you.

Looking at those circles of fat, which were squeezed into strips by the ill-fitting clothes, it was probably impossible to have too many thoughts except feeling disgusted.

"Okay, stop worrying about those bad things and hurry up to catch up. No one is allowed to fall behind or act alone."

"Now is not the time to be naughty."

Professor McGonagall turned around and scolded the students, then immediately led them and Professor Flitwick towards the Forbidden Forest.