Mysterious Walker at Hogwarts

Dean now feels more and more in tune with the Mysterious Walker, and he is so good at impersonating him.

Dean even had the illusion that when he pretended to be the Mysterious Walker, his whole person seemed to be affected by the aura of the mysterious existence and became completely different from his original self.

"Are you really a Mystery Walker?" Umbridge shouted in a tone more excited than questioning.

"If you have really heard of the Mysterious Walker, you must know this cane." Dean waved the cane he just obtained from Burke at Umbridge.

"This shape - indeed looks like the legendary Mysterious Walker's wand." Umbridge's words showed that she knew much more than Dean imagined.

"Do you still question my identity now?" Dean asked.

"How could it be? I have never questioned your identity." Umbridge's voice suddenly turned sweet.

Dean suddenly got goosebumps, and for a moment he thought Umbridge wanted to rush up and hug his thigh.

"Umbridge, do you know why I came to your door suddenly?"

Umbridge looked confused: "I don't know."

"I know you are collecting items about me." Dean said this and found a look of horror on Umbridge's face.

"I am your fanatical admirer, that's why I do this..." Umbridge quickly defended

Under the influence of Veritaserum, it was impossible for Umbridge to lie. Now Dean began to become a little uneasy. Umbridge dared to say this, which meant that she knew a lot about the deeds of the Mysterious Walker. He would not reveal the truth, right?

"How many items have you collected?" Dean asked directly. He hoped to get what he needed as soon as possible and then quickly stay away from Umbridge.

"It's just a few recipes." Umbridge replied while carefully looking at Dean's face. Unfortunately, she was destined to get nothing.

"What formulas are there?" Dean didn't notice a tremor in his voice.

"The blood poison curse antidote formula, the improved wolfsbane potion formula and the potion formula that can make the Squib a real wizard." Umbridge's answer made Dean's heart beat. If every formula she mentioned was published, It's enough to change the status quo of the entire magical world.

"That's all?" Dean asked a little unwillingly. He didn't hear the formula he wanted most.

"That's all we have for now." Umbridge was actually a little embarrassed.

"What do you want to do by collecting my formula?" Dean asked.

As far as he knew, Umbridge didn't seem to be good at potions.

"I have a squib brother, and I want him to become a real wizard." Umbridge said with some embarrassment.

"Is this what you really think?" Dean asked softly.

It seems that Umbridge would not be so kind.

Umbridge's tone changed when she heard the words, and she said very eagerly: "Of course my purpose is not just that, I hope to use these formulas to make wizards and werewolves who are under the blood poison curse work for me, so that when Cornelius Fudge steps down, , I can run for Minister of Magic!"

After Umbridge finished speaking, she realized what she had said and covered her mouth in horror.

"I don't care about your ambitions. I just want to ask what will happen to your brother when he becomes a real wizard?" Dean didn't care about the dog-eat-dog relationship between her and Fudge.

"That way he won't become a shame to me and won't be a stumbling block for me to go further!" Umbridge replied viciously.

Sure enough, Umbridge is still a selfish person in essence.

"Since you have obtained the formula, why don't you give it to your brother?" Dean asked.

It can be heard from Umbridge's tone that she still regards her brother as a shame, so she must not have given her brother the potion yet.

"He and my Muggle mother disappeared, into the Muggle world, and I haven't found them yet!" Umbridge made no secret of her disgust.

"I think this is probably just one of the reasons." Dean said with a see-through tone, "I guess even if you get the formula, you don't have the ability to prepare that potion, and you didn't ask other potions masters for help, because you You don't trust them at all - I guess you wanted to drag Snape into trouble through the little wizard's case this morning, and you were probably also planning to coerce him into helping you prepare the potion, right?"

The more Dean talked, the more certain he was about his guess: "How can you let Snape prepare the potion for you without revealing the secret? Of course, you have to throw him into Azkaban and then give him freedom as a condition. Let him help you prepare the potion - even after your goal is achieved, Snape, who has lost his use value, will be sentenced to enjoy a kiss from a dementor... This can perfectly cover up all your conspiracies, right? Deputy Minister Mric.”

Umbridge looked at Dean in disbelief: "How do you know?"

"Don't forget, prophecy is also one of my best abilities." Dean chuckled.

The long-planned conspiracy was suddenly exposed by Dean without reservation. Umbridge seemed to have been drained of all her strength, leaning against the wall and seemed unable to stay standing.

"Mr. Mysterious Walker, I have a request. Can you help me prepare that potion?" After a long time, Umbridge, who had regained her composure, asked cautiously.

Dean's guess was correct. After Umbridge obtained the three formulas, she never dared to leak them out. She didn't trust anyone.

She finally caught an opportunity that seemed to allow Snape to serve her, but it failed by some strange combination of circumstances.

"Umbridge, why do you think I will help you prepare potions?" Dean sneered.

"For the sake of keeping your secret!" Umbridge screamed, "You know that with my status in the Ministry of Magic, if your secret is exposed, I can mobilize a large number of manpower and material resources to investigate. I’m afraid you won’t be as carefree as you are now.”

"Umbridge, are you threatening me?" Dean asked, raising his voice.

It must be admitted that Umbridge is a sophisticated politician, and her threat must not be ignored by Dean. Dean must get rid of this dangerous idea of ​​hers as soon as possible.

"No, I'm just stating a fact. I hope you will consider me keeping your secret..." Umbridge said seemingly weakly.

"Umbridge, I think you made a mistake." Dean said slowly, as if he didn't take Umbridge's threat to heart at all, "You are by no means the first person to want to investigate me. However, over the years, no one has succeeded, why?”

"Mr. Mysterious Walker, you misunderstood." Umbridge waved her hands repeatedly in fear, "I know that you are powerful and have never been afraid of investigation. I just hope that you will notice my insignificant contribution and give me an appropriate reward. I’ll give you a little reward.”

"As a reward for keeping my secret?" Dean sneered, "You are not keeping it secret for me at all, but for your own ambition!"