Hogwarts Asylum

"I understand, thank you, Professor."

In the consulting room, Cedric bowed to O'Loughlin and turned around to leave. He was such a polite boy.

In fact, O'Loughlin didn't give him any good advice. He just suggested that Cedric should write a letter to ask Mr. Digory if he needed help before doing anything, so as not to be a hindrance to his kindness.

After all, Olorin can't say that he did all this. As long as he stops, the Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures will be free, right?

In the innermost conference room on the fourth underground floor of the Ministry of Magic, this is where the Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures meets.

Amos Diggory was having a meeting with his colleagues, but the Director of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures was not here to chair the meeting, so the meeting seemed less solemn.

"This is a formal event, Cecil. Although I don't know where they found the contributors, they did not cause trouble."

In the conference room, Digory spoke righteously to Cecil Lee, who was sitting opposite.

In fact, Diggory was not as troubled as his son thought. The more incidents related to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, the more funds would be approved, which was something to be happy about.

He was accidentally photographed by reporters with messy hair, but it was actually because Cecil Lee, who hated werewolves so much, suddenly appeared on the scene.

Cecil is a man with chocolate brown hair, emerald green eyes, and a thick brown mustache. He has his hands clasped on his abdomen, his feet directly on the conference table, and an indifferent expression on his face.

"All werewolves deserve to die, Amos. You have to understand that their existence will only bring danger to wizards. Don't tell me that you really believe what they say and just want to be treated fairly."

"Cecil, please stop saying a few words. The werewolf capture plan has been suspended for so long. Don't miss your old days in the werewolf capture unit." A fat man said, his long and dense gray hair The beard is a little messy, as if it hasn't been groomed for a long time.

"Thank you, Bob." Digory smoothed his hair, "But I still hope you can talk to those martens and let them stay in St. Catchpole Village. There are many of their favorites there. Damn dwarfs and rats.”

"Tsk, Amos, isn't it just that your son was stolen some candy during the summer vacation? As for whether you remember it now, it's been two months." A witch with gray hair and green eyes joked, wearing a Wearing a bright red beaded necklace, there are many brightly colored bracelets and rings on her arms and hands.

"You can't say that, Gethsemane, that's..." Diggory stopped mid-sentence because he saw a dark green figure holding documents appearing at the door of the conference room. That was the new manager of magical creatures. Director of the Department of Control - Dolores Umbridge.

The atmosphere in the conference room visibly changed from casual but lively to lifeless. Only Cecil put his feet down from the table with an expectant expression on his face.

Umbridge was previously the director of the Office for the Prohibition of the Abuse of Magic, under the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but she was promoted to the director of the Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures just after drafting and passing the Anti-Werewolf Law.

This is also the reason why many staff members of the Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures have recently begun to believe in God. They have all privately prayed for this very utilitarian dark green toad, hoping that she could see God as soon as possible, but unfortunately God does not seem to be there. Granting the wishes of wizards is not considered.

This incident happened before the GMW organization became active, so many people suspected that it was the introduction of the "Anti-Werewolf Law" that led to the establishment of the GMW organization, because the timing was too coincidental.

So everyone hated this cruel, cold, savage, and arrogant woman who broke everyone's leisurely working life even more.

After all, among the three magical creatures: giants, martens, and werewolves, the werewolves in their daily form are the smartest. Only they would come up with the idea of ​​setting up an organization to call on the magical world to treat non-human creatures fairly.

Umbridge was wearing a dark green dress today with a large light-colored bow on the chest. There was also a pink plush shawl on the dress. She didn't know who taught her how to match it like this. Coupled with her sloppy face, short neck, and pudgy figure, she looked like a toad that had become sperm.

In the conference room, Umbridge seemed to not understand why the atmosphere here suddenly changed, or in other words, she didn't care what people with lower status than her were thinking. She walked slowly to the main seat with her short legs. .

"Oh!"

The document hit the table with a loud noise, but everyone here was a seasoned veteran, and no one would be frightened by this "little movement".

"From now on, put away all your little tricks!" Umbridge's voice was very high-pitched and artificial, and her pretended sweetness like a little girl made everyone feel chills, even Cecil who supported her. They all had goosebumps, "I know you all don't like me, but it doesn't matter-"

In the conference room, Umbridge looked forward expressionlessly, her eyes not falling on anyone: "My father, a former member of the Wizengamot, once taught me during his lifetime. He said that it is difficult for us to Let everyone like it, unless you turn yourself into a galleon. I agree with him, so I don't care what you do behind my back.

However, during my working life in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I have learned a truth, that is, it is a bounden duty to obey the orders of superiors absolutely, so as long as you can still act according to my instructions, then I will not transfer you to the Centaur Liaison Department. office. "

"Of course, Ms. Umbridge, I can't wait." Cecil said excitedly. He believed that Umbridge was very likely to resume the werewolf capture plan. By then, he would be able to resume the life he had many years ago. At that time, he led a group of young men to roam the magical world searching for werewolves. Not to mention how glorious those days were, even the Aurors had to show courtesy to the captured werewolf troops.

"Thank you, Cecil, I will let you get what you want." Umbridge knew very well what Cecil wanted, just as she longed for power, what Cecil longed for was violence, "Now , announced the latest order of the Ministry of Magic. After joint deliberations between the Office of the Minister of Magic and the Wizengamot Tribunal, from now on, the United Association for the Protection of Giants, Martens and Werewolves - the GMW organization is an illegal organization, so!

Congratulations, you no longer have to work hard for those dirty creatures. The werewolf hunting force that will be established will perform the remaining tasks for you.

Cecil, from now on, you are the leader of the werewolf hunting force. After the meeting, you can go to the Auror office and the Magical Law Enforcement Reconnaissance Team to select people.

Note that this is a werewolf hunting unit. It is different from the werewolf captive unit you have been with before. This time, killing is not prohibited! "