if i am not me

For an entire class, the students did not see Umbridge.While most of the students were excited, they wondered why the newly appointed principal was absent for no reason, while the few Slytherins who knew the inside story tacitly passed a few winks to each other, and then followed the habit of the past half a year , quietly flipped through his book and took notes.

Of course, Harry and Draco understood the reason why Umbridge didn't come, and when they thought that the situation had reached the point where she had no time to care about Hogwarts, the corners of their lips curled up in unison.On the issue of dealing with Fudge and "that person", they and the Order of the Phoenix have a rare goal of the same goal, so now that the Order of the Phoenix has started to close the net, they are quite happy in their hearts.

After all, Umbridge's face and tone of voice were too much to test their endurance.

At this time, the classroom was a bit noisy because there was no professor's control, and Harry and Draco were chatting about academic matters one after another.Anyway, there is still half a year until the OWLs exam. Even if they have mastered most of the magic, if they want to get "O" in all of them, they still have to study hard.

Genius is something that actually depends mostly on hard work, and then the so-called talent.

Because Harry took the test once, although he doesn't remember it clearly, he still has a vague impression.Carefully annotating the few spells that came to mind, Harry flipped through his notes and whispered to Draco what to pay attention to.

But today both of them seem to be a little out of shape.

After Draco lost his mind again and was distracted by Harry's voice, he sighed, picked up his magic palm and secretly cast an ear-closing spell.

Harry watched Draco's actions, and stopped talking, and looked straight into Draco's blue eyes.

"I've been thinking..." Draco blinked, looked back at his lover's green eyes, and said softly, "Why... her situation will be different from what you said."

Harry knew that Drake would be thinking about it, but he didn't expect Drake to start discussing it with him so soon.However, he didn't show this emotion on his face, but lowered his head just right for further communication with him.

"According to what you said, she was caught in Azkaban after 'that person' lost power." Tapping his fingers on the table again and again, Draco said while thinking, "But from what I overheard In the words, she seemed to be on the night when 'that person' had an accident... although I don't know the specific reason."

Hearing this, Harry's heart skipped a beat, and a thought flashed through his mind.But that thought just passed away in a flash, so fast that he couldn't catch it.

"...Then, do you know where she is now?" Putting aside the doubt just now, Harry asked this question instinctively, thinking of those who escaped from prison.If Bella hadn't been imprisoned in Azkaban, even if she had gone crazy, she might be the same as those people, eager to return to "Master".

Hearing this, a strange look flashed across Draco's face, and Harry noticed it as a matter of course.

"Wait, go back and talk." Raising his eyes and scanning the surroundings, Harry suddenly stopped Drake from speaking, and Drake immediately shut his mouth knowingly.

They are still not cautious enough, and... they are out of control.

I almost discussed "that kind of thing" in this kind of situation. Even if I used earplugs to listen to the spell, the most indispensable thing in the magic world is capable people and strange things. Who knows if anyone in this group of people has "special ears" .

The feeling of having nothing to say was really bad, so that the two of them who had something on their minds frequently lost their minds in the next class, and copied their notes incompletely.After finally surviving until the end of the morning class, they rushed back to the dormitory without thinking about going to lunch.

Quickly shaking out a few spells, Harry took protective measures and sat next to Drake, waved his wand and poured them each a glass of orange juice, then quietly waited for Drake to speak.

Seeing this, Draco took a sip of the orange juice, and then said flatly, "Aunt Bella... is at Malfoy Manor."

Fudge was feeling terrible right now.

Damn it, why at this time...?

You must know that Azkaban has always been directly controlled by the Minister of Magic, and it would be extremely difficult for others to surpass him and do anything about this prison that was a nightmare for countless people.Therefore, when the prison break broke out, Fudge was immediately on the cusp.

If this had happened sooner, perhaps Umbridge could have figured out a way for him to put most of the blame for the whole thing on Potter.After all, the deputy minister is obliged to handle some matters on behalf of the minister when he is "busy at work", and as long as he says he has, it must include the occasional management of the prison, and acting on behalf of the minister to face the public media...

As for whether he really let Potter intervene in Azkaban, it doesn't really matter at all. Whether the public believes this rhetoric is the most important thing.

For such things as jailbreak, whoever speaks out will be doomed to be unlucky, so Fudge himself is extremely reluctant to explain himself personally, it would be a great blow to his reputation.As for Dolores, at this time he would not allow her to have any problems - she finally became the headmaster of Hogwarts, and she is now the key protection object in Fudge's plan.Therefore, that Dumbledore's henchman Potter is undoubtedly the best victim.

The interrogation case plus the responsibilities of jailbreak, if it can be achieved, then Fudge is confident that he will never be able to hang around in the Ministry of Magic for the rest of his life, and at the same time, he can continue to grind Dumbledore's reputation.

However, things were very badly deviated in time.

It was also this time difference that made Potter temporarily step down from the position of Deputy Minister of Magic. At the same time, he also avoided the opportunity to explain the prison escape case to the public, making Fudge's plan only a fantasy.

The first plan became a fantasy, but he couldn't rush to blatantly evade the matter, because they had poured too much dirty water on him before, and no matter what he said at this time, others would not be emotionally and rationally would trust him too much.Moreover, Porter is very likely to take advantage of the situation to become a "framed person"... Fudge will not do such a thing that will lead to the failure of the previous efforts, so after thinking about it again and again, Fudge can only hold his head Hard on.

In Fudge's view, if he had known that this kind of thing would happen in Azkaban, then it wouldn't matter if he postponed the suppression of Dumbledore and Potter for a few days.It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world, so even though Fudge's intestines are green with regret, he has to sit obediently in the office and wait for the development of the situation.

Umbridge left Hogwarts and rushed to the Ministry of Magic as soon as he received the news. It was already midnight, but the Ministry of Magic was still brightly lit.Countless figures of male and female wizards shuttled between the rooms, and it was even more lively than usual. Unfortunately, this excitement was based on a very bad news, so they all remained expressionless. The entire Ministry of Magic It seems that only the brushing of paper and hurried footsteps can be heard here.

As soon as Umbridge arrived at the Ministry of Magic, he made a beeline for the Minister's office, where he found Fudge, who was about to pin the blame on Potter.

After hearing Fudge's plan, Umbridge dismissed the idea after pondering for a long time.Now even if they don't put the blame on James Potter, he won't be jumping for long. On the contrary, be careful that the cunning Potter will bite back. If he catches the opportunity to turn around, it will be bad.

Besides, it is not impossible for Porter to take the blame, but this matter cannot be rushed for a while. The key is to guide the direction of good news.

When Fudge heard this, he fell into a rare deep thought.After weighing the pros and cons for a while, he followed Umbridge's suggestion, summoned the long-awaited reporter, and said what he wanted to report in the early morning.

As soon as the reporter from the "Daily Prophet" left, Umbridge and Fudge, who were slightly relieved, got busy.Fudge was naturally busy playing down the impact of this incident on his reputation, while Umbridge, in order to draw Potter into this incident, began to write letters to all the great nobles who supported them behind them Notifying this unfortunate incident, by the way, Potter's name was mentioned intentionally or unintentionally.

We are all old partners in cooperation, and we can understand what Umbridge wants to express at a glance.Lucius was sitting by the fireplace in his pajamas, looking at the profuse handwriting on the parchment, his heart was slightly cold, and at the same time he let out a cold snort.

This Fudge is indeed an idiot, he only thinks of how to shirk at this time.

Just as he was pondering the meaning of Umbridge's words, suddenly a pair of white hands rested on his shoulders. Lucius turned his head and saw his wife, Narcissa, standing quietly behind him, with hands in her hands. Also holding a thick blanket.

"It's still winter." Without a word, she spread the blanket on Lucius' feet, and Narcissa's cheeks were slightly flushed under the reflection of the fire, and she looked much healthier than during the day.

Lucius took a look, took her hand distressedly, and held it in his palm.She was really exhausted these days, and taking care of someone like that, even with the help of a house-elf, was an extremely exhausting task of strength and energy.

"What happened?" The urgent message came in the middle of the night, and Narcissa certainly didn't think it was a small news, especially after seeing the frown between her husband's brows.

After pondering for a while, Lucius still handed the parchment to Narcissa, and as expected, he heard a slight exclamation.

"They...they escaped from prison." Narcissa covered her mouth with her left hand that had been let go because she was holding the letter, her face full of disbelief.

How did those people do it?

Sighing deeply, Lucius took his wife's hand again, "Don't worry, at least Lestrange..."

"He should have died a long time ago!" Narcissa, who was quite different from her usual gentleness, suddenly interrupted Lucius roughly after hearing that surname, and then groaned in pain.

"Merlin... why did he come back?"

The author has something to say: I can't stand it anymore, go to bed... Tomorrow morning I will continue to update...