"Oh, Great Master, Mafalda, what on earth happened? Who made her angry?" Rufus placed his half-finished drink on his desk, looked up at the office from which the sound came, and asked the Head of Department's assistant.
"Someone sent a letter." Mafalda glanced at the office door and whispered, "Then, it became like this."
Unlike Rufus, Mafalda was somewhat afraid of her superior. Every time she talked about her, she would be extra careful, so as not to lose her current job.
"A letter?" Rufus was very confused, but he didn't ask any more questions. He also knew his superior's personality.
Yes, a letter, a letter that had been torn to shreds.
The Head of the Improper Use of Magic Office had never been so angry. She felt threatened, and the person threatening her was Hertok Dagworth.
She was not unfamiliar with this name at all.
A few days ago, Hertok Dagworth had visited once, but she had flatly refused him.
This time, Hertok didn't come, but he sent her a letter. The general meaning of the letter was: If you don't apologize to him, then I will have to apologize, through The Daily Prophet.
Hertok even had the apology draft written out and included it in the envelope.
Even without reading the draft, she knew what consequences it would cause to have a Potions Masterlike Hertok Dagworth apologize in The Daily Prophetfor the trouble she had caused.
No one would think Hertok Dagworth was making a mountain out of a molehill. They would wonder why the Ministry of Magic's mistake required this Potions Masterto apologize.
Then, it would be her turn to be unlucky.
The worst-case scenario was that she would lose her current position. Many people were eyeing her spot, and those colleagues she had bad relations with would surely kick her while she was down.
Apologizing, this was the only thing that could be done at the moment.
Let Hertok Dagworth successfully get his golden membership card back, otherwise... who knew what else he would do.
It was truly incomprehensible why things had turned out this way.
The problem still needed to be solved.
Who was the guy Hertok wanted her to apologize to?
"Mafalda."
The Head of the Improper Use of Magic Office had long forgotten who had caused her all this trouble, but she knew her assistant knew. Mafalda was also one of the few informed people.
Finally, after Mafalda searched the archive files, she personally wrote an apology letter. Actually, letting her assistant write it would have been fine, but... in the end, she didn't do that, so as not to cause any more trouble.
How could someone who could become the Head of the Improper Use of Magic Office be a brainless person?
This small matter, just endure it and it will pass, endure it... the quill in her hand bent... On a Saturday afternoon, Albert left Rowena's office. Professor Smith was good at many things, and the two had a lot of common topics.
The academic exchange and communication between them made Albert's skill experience soar.
As soon as he returned to the common room, an older male student called out to Albert and handed him a letter. The envelope only had the recipient's name, but no sender's name, which was very strange, but when Albert saw the 'w' on the beeswax, he knew the letter was from the Ministry of Magic.
Albert had already guessed the content of the letter, so he opened it on the spot.
Mr. Anderson:
We received a letter from Mr. Hertok... Albert quickly scanned it. It was all hypocritical excuses, and the so-called apology was completely insincere, but Albertdidn't expect the other party to truly apologize.
What Albert cared more about was the sender's name: Dolores Umbridge, Head of the Ministry of Magic's Improper Use of Magic Office.
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"Dolores Umbridge?" Albert looked at the sender's name and repeated it softly.
Then, Albert couldn't help but frown slightly, muttering: "Umbridge? I seem to have some impression, Ministry of Magic? Umbridge... Hogwarts Professor... Defense Against the Dark Arts... pink... Toad... Hogwarts senior undersecretary!"
"Oh, so it's that guy!" Albert suddenly realized, finally remembering who this person was.
That Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor who appeared in the fifth book? Unexpectedly, that person was also the Head of the Improper Use of Magic Office.
At this moment, Albert understood why Hertok disliked this woman so much.
The term 'ugly woman' was not an exaggeration at all!
In Albert's fragmented memories, Umbridge was a self-righteous, unreasonable woman with an off-the-charts desire for control.
Expecting her to apologize?
It was really quite difficult. It was truly hard for Hertok; to get that golden membership card back, he also went through a lot.
Albert checked the envelope and compared it with the notes from the warning letter in his memory. It shouldn't have been written by that person named Mafalda Hopkirk.
Actually, there was another clue.
The handwriting on the parchment was very deep; the person writing the letter seemed to want to poke a hole in it.
This was enough to show that the letter writer was very agitated at the time.
If Albert knew that Umbridge had broken five quills to write this letter, he wouldn't have just used the word 'agitated' to describe it.
In Albert's opinion, if the other party could calculate all these details, he could only say that's how it was.
However, such a possibility was small.
However, after knowing that Dolores Umbridge was the Head of the Ministry of Magic's Improper Use of Magic Office, it was not difficult for Albert to understand why she would let Dementors attack Harry.
After all, as the Head of the Improper Use of Magic Office, she was naturally very clear about the relevant laws.
"What's wrong? Whose letter is it?" Lee Jordan asked curiously.
"Ministry of Magic, that matter from last time, it's resolved." Albert folded the letter and put it back into his robe pocket, "Where are you going?"
"Library, together?"
"Okay, wait for me. I was just about to go to the Libraryto look something up." Albert returned to the dormitory to get his things.
"Looking something up?" Lee Jordan suddenly realized, "Riddles?"
"What riddles?"
"You don't know?" Lee Jordan looked at Sanna in surprise.
"Know what?" Sanna asked with a bewildered expression.
"Albert and Katrina's bet!" Lee Jordan explained with a smile, "I heard them say this morning that the time is estimated to be in the middle of the month, to see who can answer a hundred riddles correctly."
"A hundred riddles?" Sanna's eyes widened. Riddles weren't too difficult for her, but answering a hundred riddles correctly was not an easy task.
Undoubtedly, this was a contest between two Geniuses.
"Who do you think will win?" Lee Jordan asked Sanna.
"Needless to say, of course, Albert." Sanna said as a matter of course, "That guy is a true Genius; how could he lose to anyone else?"