Chapter 941 Beastiality

"Name?"

"Mundungus, Mundungus Fletcher!"

"When did you become a werewolf?"

"I'm not a werewolf! Damn it, are you all deaf?!"

"Another stubborn guy who refuses to answer..."

Umbridge raised her eyebrows, glanced at the smelly and slovenly man in the inquiry room, and wrote two words in her notebook.

He was a short, fat man with an unshaven beard and a tattered coat. He had short bow legs, long and messy ginger hair, and a pair of swollen and bloodshot eyes that made Mundungus look like a dog in a garbage dump. Like a short-legged hound hunting for food.

Chains like snakes wrapped around Mundungus's arms, tightly binding him to the cold iron chair.

No matter how hard the man struggled, apart from the melodious clatter of the chains, he could not pose any threat to the officials in the interrogation room.

More importantly, there were two tall monsters with faces covered by hoods, exuding the aura of decay and death, guarding the door.

With these guards from Azkaban maintaining order, Umbridge, who was sitting above the inquiry room, felt extremely at ease.

"Okay, Mr. Mundungus, you will be temporarily detained for refusing to obey the Ministry of Magic's newly promulgated "Werewolf Restriction Act", obstructing public order, and pending registration of werewolf suspicion. From now until the next full moon, you will be temporarily detained. Isolated and detained in the dungeons of the Ministry of Magic... until your werewolf status update registration is completed, we will send you and your companions to the area specified by the Ministry of Magic to start a new life."

"I'm a wizard! Understand?! A wizard, not a werewolf!"

Mundungus struggled hard and looked at the two dementors floating by the door with fearful eyes.

"This does not comply with the procedures. You have no right to throw a wizard into Azkaban prison without trial! This is illegal. I want to see Dumbledore. Mr. Dumbledore will never allow such a thing to happen. ! Damn, this is so ridiculous..."

"Oh? A harmless wizard who happens to be in a werewolf community?"

"It's just business! I explained, it's easy to sell small things over there at high prices."

"It is indeed rare for wizards to be born among werewolves, but that does not mean that the Ministry of Magic can be coaxed. I have seen-"

Umbridge tapped her notebook playfully, and instead of continuing, she suddenly changed the topic and spoke softly with a fake smile on her face.

"Of course, Azkaban will free up a cell for you. After all, you were so heroic in the previous battles - if it weren't for the explosions and chaos you caused in the end, we should have been able to catch all those wolf cubs in one fell swoop. Instead of now...you must be very proud, right? With your own efforts, you destroyed the arrest operation that the Ministry of Magic had carefully planned for a long time. Of course there will be a trial, don't worry."

"I didn't, I didn't cast the spell - that's not me, I've explained it many times!"

Mundungus Fletcher roared in despair, the chains on his chair rattling as he struggled.

"So, is this your wand?"

Another voice came out, and Scrimgeour leaned forward, playing with a dirty and scratched wand in his hand.

As the head of the Auror Office, he never imagined that he and his Aurors would experience two defeats in just one week.

Although strictly speaking, there was no fiasco this time, the majesty and plans of the Ministry of Magic were still severely trampled on - just as they were conducting the last round of werewolf community capture operations, they almost caught Fenrir Grey. At the time of Burke, this slovenly, down-and-out wizard suddenly raised his wand and attacked the Aurors, creating a huge explosion in that town, helping the werewolves break through the Ministry of Magic's siege.

"This, this is, but..."

"There is a simple way to discover the last spell cast by the wand. Did you know? Then let's see, what did you do?"

Scrimgeour nodded indifferently, took out his wand and touched the tip of Mundungus's wand.

"Pre-Flashback Curse."

Thick gray smoke emerged from the place where the two wands met, and then exploded violently in mid-air in the room. The powerful shock wave tore apart the smoke in an instant, turning into a hurricane and sweeping across the entire interrogation room: Obviously, this is An extremely powerful and powerful explosion illusion reappears.

"Very satisfied, right? Huh?! Appreciate your masterpiece again——"

Rufus Scrimgeour snorted cruelly and looked at the stunned Mundungus like a furious lion.

"Despicable, shameless, and dirty sneak attack. Thanks to your magic spell, seven of our Aurors were injured to varying degrees, and three Ministry of Magic employees were scratched by the werewolves who took the opportunity to rush out. , leaving ugly scars that are difficult to heal! Of course you will be judged, and there will definitely be a place for you in Azkaban, even if you are not a werewolf, you are an accomplice who helped Fenrir Greyback escape!"

"This, this is really not me. A mysterious wizard stole my wand and cast this spell..."

"Then he dropped his wand and disappeared? In less than two seconds?"

"Yes, yes -"

"Enough! Do you think the Ministry of Magic is a fool?!"

Rufus Scrimgeour slammed his fist on the table and roared angrily.

Mundungus opened his mouth wide and opened and closed it twice feebly like a landed catfish.

In fact, what happened to him was so ridiculous.

He happened to get a batch of cheap white medicinal powder, and planned to secretly sell the stolen goods in the werewolf community. By the way, he would see if he could buy some magic props or magic materials at low prices and sell them. Compared with the highly competitive Knockturn Alley black market, The way to make money is faster in the werewolf community.

However, what Mundungus never expected was to be so unlucky to run into a secret operation of the Ministry of Magic.

Moreover, he was inexplicably involved in the attack between the "mysterious wizard" and the Ministry of Magic, and was even slandered as a werewolf. This is simply...

"Dumbledore, I want to see Dumbledore!"

"Hey, of course you'll meet Albus Dumbledore, on your trial day."

Rufus Scrimgeour said contemptuously, looking briefly at Mundungus' dirty coat.

"As the chief wizard of the Wizengamot Wizarding Court, Dumbledore will of course attend the trial. After the full moon, you will be tried in the Wizengamot together with the werewolves who intend to attack the Ministry of Magic - if you are lucky , Greyback will be by your side when the time comes."

Scrimgeour had seen at least a hundred of these low-level, garbage-like wizarding gutter rats.

If people think they can get away with naming big names in front of Ministry of Magic officials, they are underestimating the intelligence of the Ministry.

How could the top wizard who lived in seclusion in Hogwarts Castle and ignored even the invitation of the Minister of Magic have any connection with these dirty, philistine smugglers and werewolf suspects? As long as he is not blind, Everyone can see the huge gulf between the two.

"Okay, I think the evidence is already obvious... As for the tough talk, we still have time."

Umbridge said sweetly, an uncomfortable and disgusting smile appeared on her pale and plump cheeks.

She lightly drew a circle on Mundungus's name, and waved to the "guard" at the door under Mundungus' desperate gaze.

"Guards, you can take Mr. Fletcher to his cell. If he has any violent resistance to the law during this process and intends to cause murder and attack in the Ministry of Magic, you can give him a small lesson. ——But it can't be a 'kiss', do you understand? At least not before the end of Judgment Day, otherwise Dumbledore and the Wizengamot will have a hard time explaining it, so that's it."

The two dementors by the door nodded slowly and floated to the unchained armchair in the middle of the room. Their rotting dead hands tightly grasped Mundungus's arm and stood up. Mundungus stood up. Si looked like he was about to faint, and seemed to lose all energy as the dementors approached.

As the culprit who nearly sabotaged the secret arrest operation, he was arguably one of the most closely guarded suspects.

"Is this the last one? All we have gained from this operation."

Watching Mundungus indifferently as the dementors escorted him away, Umbridge turned to look at Scrimgeour and asked softly.

"Well, a total of fifty-one suspected werewolves were captured in this raid. Based on my understanding of dark creatures like werewolves, at least most of them are 100% werewolves - this should be the largest number in recent decades. One arrest.”

"Very good, very good, but this is not the end yet. We still have a lot of work to do."

Dolores Umbridge said excitedly, the ugly rings on her stubby fingers making a clicking sound.

This is a big victory worthy of publicity. The expulsion and accommodation of werewolves is a matter that the Ministry of Magic has been unresolved for decades. If it is solved perfectly under her leadership, then her current position in the magical society and public opinion will be An unfavorable evaluation will immediately undergo a 180-degree reversal.

"Yes, this matter is not over yet. Fenrir Greyback and several high-risk werewolves are still missing."

Rufus Scrimgeour said with a stern expression, his eyes looking particularly terrifying.

"Most of the werewolves we take in and arrest today are harmless guys. We have missed a lot of the truly dangerous werewolf legions. This operation will undoubtedly completely anger those dark creatures. The top priority right now is that we must counterattack as soon as possible. otherwise……"

"Oh, no, no, no, you don't understand me. Director Scrimgeour."

Dolores Umbridge shook her fingers and glanced at the old lion next to her in a cheerful mood.

The head of the Auror Office is indeed extremely reliable and tough in terms of work ability, but in terms of politics, she is obviously much stupider and duller. In normal times, she would not be kind enough to give you these tips, but now she has to rely on him. For the sake of the other party's achievements...

"The top priority? The top priority is of course to inventory our results this time so that we can report them to the public."

Umbridge said proudly, her big round eyes full of cruelty and indifference, "If I remember correctly, when the mysterious man was wreaking havoc in the magical world, those dark creatures were quite active under his hands... That year During the trial of the Death Eaters, due to the debate over werewolves, those crazy and dangerous beasts were missed, but this time it is different, we can make a good conviction."

"But, that was more than ten years ago, and we can't tell who it is..."

Rufus Scrimgeour frowned, shook his head and said solemnly.

Unlike giants and Death Eaters, when Voldemort's werewolf legions attacked humans, they usually transformed and went out on full moon nights, so that they were more often used as a deterrent weapon rather than exposed to people. The spokesperson of the dark devil in sight.

"Can you tell the difference between a werewolf and a werewolf, I mean after they turn into beasts, who is who?"

"Maybe Fenrir Greyback can, but other werewolves—"

"That's right, neither can I. It's obvious that even the wizards who read the newspapers can't tell."

The smile on Umbridge's face grew brighter, and her mouth opened wide, like a toad swallowing a fly.

"When they turned into wolves and started to go crazy, looking at those photos of wild beasts - whether dead or alive... what determines how many of them have devoted themselves to the forces of black devils to harm others is not their false testimony, but It depends on the impartial judgment of the Aurors——"

"This is……"

Rufus Scrimgeour looked at the witch in front of him in shock, and a chill suddenly rose in his heart.

Compared to the werewolf suspects imprisoned in the dungeon, this senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic is more like a man-eating hungry wolf.

Umbridge raised her fat hand, patted Scrimgeour's shoulder casually, smiled and said softly.

"As far as I know, Amelia Bones, the current director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, is approaching retirement age. Director Scrimgeour, if you can make some achievements in the past few years, maybe... you can do well. Think about it, see you at the press conference tomorrow afternoon—"

Then, she pursed her lips, put away the files and inquiry records on the table, turned and left the room.

The werewolf concentration plan took Umbridge two full days. Now she has to deal with and arrange some other things. After all, she will return to Hogwarts starting next week to start a new round of more... Worked on the lengthy Ministry of Magic Teaching Review.

Before that, she had to find ways to gain more privileges for her future work.

For example, the suggestion put forward by the dull and honest Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt not long ago is worth considering.

The Ministry of Magic can influence Hogwarts by issuing an "Education Order". If any omissions are found during the process, it can just continue to issue a new "Education Order" as a supplement. The latest one currently requires the issuance and The finalized education order is...

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