HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

Ministry of Magic.

The huge painting of Minister of Magic Fudge still hangs in the most conspicuous place in the lobby on the first floor. He smiles kindly at the Ministry of Magic staff coming and going. He looks like a gentle and easy-to-get-together person.

A slightly plump man with red hair walked out of the green firelight with a serious expression. Along with many staff members, he got into the elevator and headed to his office on the second floor where Muggle items were prohibited.

No Muggle items allowed in the second floor office.

"Have you seen the news?" Arthur Weasley handed the newspaper in his hand to his old partner Perkins as soon as he arrived at the office, and said, "Today's Daily Prophet is very worthwhile. one look."

As a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Arthur Weasley decided to publicize the resurrection of the Dark Lord in the Ministry of Magic since he saw the content in today's "Daily Prophet".

He wanted to expand the influence of this incident and draw people's attention to the dangers of the Dark Lord's resurrection.

Particularly for half-blood wizards and Muggle wizards, the Dark Lord could endanger the lives of both.

Perkins was very old. He tremblingly took the newspaper from the boy in front of him and picked up the magnifying glass hanging next to his desk.

Arthur Weasley watched Perkins hunched over as he leaned closer to the newspaper and read slowly word by word.

After 10 or 20 minutes, he looked up from the newspaper.

Perkins stared at Arthur Weasley with a pair of cloudy eyes, and slowly sat down on the table.

"Is everything mentioned here true?" He said with a voice filled with vicissitudes of experience, "You know, this reporter Rita Skeeter is always very exaggerated and likes to make up random things. news."

Perkins' wrinkled bark-like fingers poked hard at the last signature of the Daily Prophet. Arthur Weasley also knew the author Rita Skeeter.

Not only did he know Rita Skeeter, he had met her at the Ministry of Magic.

The most unforgettable thing is her weird curly hair and jewel-encrusted glasses - even a wizard like Lucius Malfoy who shows off his wealth is not so flashy.

Rita Skeeter's writing style is as memorable as the person she is.

She loved making up false information, but this time Rita Skeeter was telling the truth.

"It's true. My wife went to Hogwarts that day to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. She saw with her own eyes that our British representative, the Hogwarts warrior Harry Potter, came back with injuries all over to inform Dumbledore. This news from the principal." Arthur Weasley explained all this patiently and was not annoyed by his doubts. "We all know what kind of person Dumbledore is."

Arthur Weasley knew how brave and fearless the old man in front of him had been, and he had always admired him.

"That means you didn't see the Dark Lord resurrected with your own eyes. In fact, your wife didn't see it either." Perkins' words extinguished Arthur Weasley's emotions, and he shook his head. "Except for the kid named Harry Potter, no one saw the Dark Lord resurrected. Then, he was not resurrected."

"But he's back!" Arthur Weasley said anxiously, his voice a little loud, "Shouldn't we unite and cooperate to deal with it together now?"

Office of the Minister for Magic.

"This woman who stinks and rots like a rotten apple dares to write such an article to pollute the air of our magical world!" Fudge yelled angrily, holding a copy of the "Daily Prophet" in his hand.

The man picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip. Because the temperature of the coffee burned his lips, he was so angry that he smashed the coffee on the ground.

Coffee-colored liquid spread on the ground, and the entire office was filled with a strong aroma of coffee.

"Boom boom boom——"

Outside the door, a woman with curly hair and a pink professional attire put on a fake smile on her face, and even when she heard the sound of things being smashed inside, she knocked on the door without changing her expression.

"Come in!" Fudge sat behind his desk, watching Dolores Umbridge step on her pink high heels and walk around the coffee stains on the floor to stand directly in front of him.

"Minister, this is my application." Dolores Umbridge handed the thing in her hand to Fudge and raised her hand confidently for him to take a look.

As Dolores was his confidant, Fudge was still willing to take a look at the things she presented.

"You mean you want to teach at Hogwarts?" Fudge finished reading the application and leaned on his chair, "Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?"

"Yes, Minister." Umbridge nodded, shaking her curly hair, "I made this application for a reason."

"Everyone knows that the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts can only be one for one term, otherwise something bad will happen. As far as I know, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has not been determined.

"I feel that Hogwarts under Dumbledore's leadership is too loose and free. I will control Hogwarts according to your will.

"This will never happen again." Umbridge glanced at the "Daily Prophet" on the minister's desk and continued, "This kind of thing that skipped your opinions and published rumors in the newspaper must be Dumbledore's fault. Lido did it. It was a terrible way for Dumbledore to compile such a lie and draw attention to it.”

Fudge was moved, but didn't show it.

He raised his hand to tell Dolores to go back and wait for the news, and Umbridge turned around without saying anything.

When Umbridge passed by the puddle of coffee stains, she waved her wand to restore the coffee cup and remove the coffee stains on the ground.

"Minister, your cup." Dolores said in a sticky voice as she respectfully picked up the cup and placed it on Fudge's table.

Fudge watched her close the door and thought it would be a good idea to let her become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

The students at Hogwarts only know Dumbledore and don't know that the Minister of Magic is me, Fudge. How is this allowed?

If Dolores Umbridge succeeds in becoming Professor of Dark Arts, she will be able to convey the Ministry of Magic's attitude - my attitude directly to every student.

Is it possible that Hogwarts is really Dumbledore's Hogwarts?

Fudge looked at the coffee cup with a gloomy expression, then flicked it to the ground and broke it again.

"I don't believe, Dumbledore, you can control everything!"

The man was muttering sinisterly to himself in the minister's office. Weasley, who was in the Muggle-Prohibited Items Office on the second floor, finally understood what Perkins meant.

Arthur Weasley couldn't believe that people could be so bad. He asked in shock, "Are you saying that in the eyes of Minister Fudge, all lives are no better than his position as Minister of Magic? In order to maintain the superficial Peace, even the truth must be covered up?”