: 292 I Need Your Help

Umbridge’s breathing became quicker--
"If Connelly was injured... At the same time I caught Dumbledore and Black..." Umbridge murmured, greedy light in his eyes.
"Yes, I have to write to the Department of Magic and Transportation and the Auror Office!" Umbridge took a lot of effort to calm her face, and she pretended to be serious: "I dare not risk it. The risk of letting Dumbledore escape, the loss to the Ministry of Magic is too great...I think if Connelly is here, he will support me in doing so."
Looking at Umbridge, who had been crippled, Jon's mouth showed an imperceptible smile.
Principal Dolores-Umbridge was already sitting on her desk, picked up a quill pen and parchment, and began to work hard.
"Be sure to choose the person you trust most, and don't disclose any detailed information to them..." Jon whispered from the side: "Just tell them to do this!"
"Christopher, I understand..." Umbridge nodded seriously.
Then she mailed the two letters carefully to the owls' paws and let the two owls fly to the Ministry of Magic.
With the two letters sent away, Umbridge looked very happy...
"Christopher, if I become the Minister of Magic..." She said with a amiable expression: "When you graduate, are you interested in coming to the Ministry of Magic to work for me... I promise that within ten years, you Push to the senior vice minister, which is where I am now."
"It's my pleasure, Professor Umbridge." Jon said with a look of joy.
"It's almost impossible..." Umbridge said to himself enthusiastically there: "If Connelly is injured, my competitors are only Scrimgeour and Bones; but if I catch Living with Dumbledore and Black, then they are definitely not my opponents."
Excited, the corner of Umbridge's eyes saw Hermione Granger tied to one side.
"Then what to do with you Mudblood, Granger?" She turned around, showing her fierceness: "I think you should have heard all the conversation between Christoph and me. If you keep you, then you are A hidden danger."
"Woo...Woo...Woo..." The gagged Hermione whimpered a few times.
"If you kill you, then it will arouse suspicion..." Umbridge said to himself again: "But if you just use the drill spell to torture you crazy, it won't cause too bad influence. ..."
"...Yes, in order to capture Dumbledore, the future minister accidentally said that a Mudblood was driving crazy...I don't think this is a big deal!" Umbridge pulled out his wand excitedly: " Introspect, Granger...Who told you to have been against me for the past year...I will let the therapists of St. Mungo take care of you forever..."
"Drilling..." Umbridge screamed.
"Except your weapon (Expelliarmus)." A calm voice came from behind Umbridge.
...
As a senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic, Dolores Umbridge is not a smart witch, but his magic experience is very rich.
Under normal circumstances, she would not be disarmed by a fourth-grade student so easily.
It's purely because she trusts Mr. Christopher Patrick too much... This Slytherin student who has a strong roots, has been giving her a lot of help since she came to school and has become her powerful right-hand man... …
Umbridge never thought that he would betray himself at this time.
"What are you doing, Christophe!" Umbridge asked in astonishment.
"Stop calling me Christoph, Ms. Toad!" Jon said lazily, "I'm sorry, but I'm an undercover agent..."
"Reducto!"
"Incarcerous!"
"Fuchsia ()!"
One evil after another, hit Umbridge accurately; she flew around in the sky like a ball.
Jon vented the anger accumulated in his heart for the whole semester.
"You are... from Dumbledore..." Umbridge murmured, waking up from a dream.
"Guess right!" Jon smiled: "If there is only one person in this castle who is loyal to Dumbledore, it is me... Stupefy!"
As the last coma spell hit Umbridge's head, the pink toad completely lost consciousness.
...
Jon turned around and looked at Hermione who was shrinking in the corner.
Hermione's face was full of fear, looking at her as if she was afraid that Jon would kill her.
"Diffindo!" Jon held the wand and pointed slightly, and the rope that bound Hermione's body was broken.
"What are you going to do..." Hermione looked at Jon warily and asked tremblingly.
Jon first took his wand back into his pocket, then took out Hermione's wand and handed it to her~EbookFREE.me~ Hermione looked at everything in front of her in an incredible way.
"Who the hell... are you?" she stammered.
"Hermione, it's me!" Jon took off his iron ring and smiled at Hermione.
...
"Joan...Jon..." Hermione Granger only felt the membrane in her mind, which was broken at this moment.
A series of memories poured into her mind, and her head became so swollen at this moment...
"Jon... So you're not dead..." Hermione said tremblingly.
"Yes, I'm not dead." Jon nodded.
"It was you who modified my memory in the Forbidden Forest... No wonder I couldn't find Victor's letter... No wonder I appeared in front of Hagrid's cabin somehow..."
"Yes, I did it. I'm sorry, Hermione." Jon continued to explain, "But I can't risk any exposure of myself... and I didn't delete your memory, I just deleted it. The blockade is just to explain to you today!"
"Then what are you doing all this for... Why don't you knock me out like Harry?" Hermione Granger asked excitedly.
Jon stretched out a hand to signal her not to speak any more.
"Listen to me, Hermione." He said with a serious expression, "I need your help now."
"Help, I need your help..." Hermione woke up like a dream. She grabbed Jon's sleeve and begged: "Jon, Siri... The mysterious man caught a friend of ours. The Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic..."
"No!" Jon shook his head and said with a certain look: "This is a trap."
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