Vol 2 Chapter 545: Open the door (modified, sincere thanks to the leader Ling Moyu)

"I'll go over and take a look at the exchange students. Dolores waits for me at the principal's office." Allen waved his hand gently, and explained a few words to Hermione. After a burst of fire, Allen became Phoenix's figure disappeared.
"Thank you so much, Professor Harris!" Umbridge was so excited that her voice was out of tune when she answered. She made a pug-like voice, even if Allen was gone, Um. Rich still bowed to the place where he disappeared, then turned and ran his short legs all the way towards the principal's office.
Alan’s feet fell quietly on the solid ground, "Hey, Alan Harris, how are you..." A cold voice fell silent as soon as it sounded, and Alan quickly waved his wand with a string Fainted and quickly hit all the pictures in the room. The portraits of the previous male and female principals all fell asleep in the photos, some fell directly to the ground, some collapsed on a chair with armrests, and some leaned on the frame of the portrait...
The exquisite silverware in the principal's room stood on the slender-legged table, quietly spraying smoke and spinning. Allen looked around the room and didn't move anything rashly. He walked to the door, opened the door with the bronze ring of the monster, stepped on the revolving staircase, and opened the stone monster at the door.
Umbridge stepped up the stairs with bright eyes, and when he entered the principal's room, he wanted to hit the principal's long table.
"Stop, Dolores, you don't think Dumbledore is just closing the door? All of these appliances have a protective charm on them. There is no way to tell anyone about these pictures, and some are time." Allen With a wave of his hand to Umbridge, the opponent was easily pinched by the invisible hand and lifted to the side just like being caught by Dumbledore before.
"Wait, Harris, Professor Umbridge, you can't enter the principal's room without Dumbledore's permission." Professor McGonagall broke in with excitement, and she looked at Umbridge, who was mad before. Standing next to Ellen like a servant, frowning, "They really colluded, and Dumbledore was kicked out of the school under their conspiracy."
"Professor McGonagall, I think you can’t enter the principal’s room without my permission. I am the current principal of Hogwarts. Dumbledore is just a fugitive. Besides, you should call Alan. Mr. Harris is a professor, and he is now your colleague." Umbridge, who had just arranged his hair tossed by Allen's curse, had a sinister and kind smile on his face.
McGonagall's lips were pressed together tightly, her fingers squeezed her wand, and then let go weakly, Umbridge smiled happily.
Professor McGonagall looked at the imprint of omniscience in the sky that had not dissipated until now, with a little bit of disgust and weakness in his eyes, turned his head to look at Allen, and couldn't help but recall the likable appearance of the other party in his own transformation class in the lower grades. , Another burst of heartache and self-blame. Although he is not the dean of the other party, McGonagall thinks that Allen is also his student. "Why are the more talented little wizards easier to follow the wrong path?"
Ron, who was watching from the outside of the principal’s office, hit Harry with his arm, a flash of happiness flashed across his face, and his heart turned madly, "Look, I know, Alan Harris is nothing. The idea of ​​"good stuff".
Harry stared at Ellen, his eyes full of sadness. Ellen never proved to them that Voldemort was back. He could still use Ellen not to see and Ellen had other plans to convince himself, but this scene made Harry’s fantasy And the excuse disappeared, obviously it was not Allen who had acted as Umbridge's accomplice, but Umbridge was doing things according to Allen's instructions.
There were more and more people watching outside the principal’s office, but both the teachers and the students could only watch Allen cautiously, but one after another, he used all the instruments in the principal’s office. Allen's cracking curse, the protective curses opened by the collection of books and magical wonders were cracked one by one by Allen, and the books on the bookshelves in the principal's room all automatically flew to the floor of the open space next to them and accumulated automatically.
After a long time, Allen retracted his wand, and under the gaze of the teachers and students at Hogwarts, he stretched out his hand and made a gesture to Umbridge. The expression on Umbridge's face was like a Toad was about to swallow a delicious and juicy fly. He quickly twisted his fat body and sat on the chair belonging to the principal. He sighed and closed his eyes and felt the huge backrest of the principal's sofa chair. A sense of power.
Seeing Umbridge finally sitting in the position that had long belonged to Dumbledore, McGonagall looked fragile. Fortunately, Hufflepuff Dean Pomona Sprout's support and comfort was not enough. As for being fainted with anger as before and seeing things impossible to do, the two female professors began to turn around and prepare to leave the principal's office that had belonged to Umbridge.
"Huh? Wait a minute, Professor McGonagall, where are you going?" Allen asked the dean of Gryffindor with an exaggerated expression of surprise with his hands behind his back.
Professor McGonagall, who needed someone else's support, was stunned, suddenly straightened up, and pushed Professor Sprout aside with a slight but determined force, "Any instructions, Professor Harris?" Scarlet And courage returned to her already pale cheeks, she turned around and looked at Ellen squarely.
"Professor McGonagall, don't you plan to keep these personal belongings of Dumbledore for him?" After speaking, the smiling Allen winked at McGonagall and Sprout like a prank. .
"What?! Are you asking me to keep Albus's belongings? You didn't intend to..." McGonagall stared so wide that her glasses slipped onto her nose.
Umbridge, who had closed her eyes in the principal’s chair, couldn’t sit still. She stood up and said, "Wait, Professor Harris, what are you?!" She tried to grab Ellen with her hand but finally didn’t. Dare to really touch the opponent, but can only stop his hands in the air awkwardly.
Allen glanced at the crowd with a puzzled face, "What are you strange about? Dumbledore was relieved of the Hogwarts headmaster's post after he left. He also illegally occupied the headmaster's office. I just came to correct him, but No matter which company has the right to embezzle the employee’s personal belongings after the employee is fired?"
Umbridge stomped anxiously beside him, "Wait! Mr. Alan Harris, our Ministry of Magic needs to find Dumbledore's evidence and whereabouts from these items! You can't...please don't give them to Mike Grid asked her to take it away." She just wanted to order in her usual bureaucratic tone, but she had to change her tone to a more tactful tone.
"Our Ministry of Magic?" Alan's expression is still full of exaggeration as before~EbookFREE.me~Dolores, I don’t remember that I confessed...I have never heard of my second...Lun The Magic Law Enforcement Department under the management of Harris has issued a permit order for the temporary seizure of Dumbledore's goods and property. It is illegal to temporarily seize the property of a wizard without permission. "
"I don't have one, but...but...I'll go now! Minister Fudge can also issue relevant permits!" Umbridge looked a little incoherent, and was surprised to find that the other party even brazenly pretended to be mistaken in saying his enforcement of the magic law. With the influence of the Secretary, Umbridge had to seize Fudge as the final card in an attempt to get Allen to change his attention.
"Of course you can do this, Dolores." Allen stopped his smile and continued to walk a few steps towards Umbridge with his hands on his back. The new headmaster of Hogwarts approached the subconsciously while Allen slowly walked. Back and forth again and again.
Upon seeing this, Allen stopped and let his smile return to his face, "You can still tell Fudge to the matter and ask him to come and talk to me if he has any dissatisfaction, but this time before you get it. There's no way to stop this action, isn't it? Maybe you can compare speed with Professor McGonagall?"
Then Allen shook his head and smacked his lips, "Oh, naive Dolores, are you really going to move the personal belongings of one of the most powerful white wizards in the world? When I watched the news on TV, I thought you had already learned your lesson."
This almost compassionate gaze made Umbridge instantly realize that she was stunned by victory again. She recalled her feelings that day, and then she was shocked by her ignorance just now.
Umbridge now looked like a middle-aged and old girl who was frightened. She helped her chest beating at high speed because of fear and sat down on the principal's chair speechless.