Chapter 388

It was about before the bell rang for the first class, when Harry and they were still searching for Umbridge in the history of magic classroom, Maka had left his office.

To be exact, he happened to be walking in the corridor in front of the office of the defense against the dark arts professor on the third floor of the main castle.

The wind outside the window kept whistling, and the sky was getting darker and darker. It seemed that there might be a violent shower pouring down sometime.

Looking out from the window opening, the sky with thick clouds seemed within reach.

"In this weather, I feel sorry for the atmosphere created by nature..." Maka muttered as she walked forward, looking at the gray outdoor.

Suddenly, a door in front opened with a "creak", and a figure quickly stepped out of the room, turned and came this way.

It seems that there is something urgent. I'm in a hurry!

"Oh - Professor McLean?"

The man paused. Although he was obviously in a hurry, he didn't forget to nod politely to Maka. But when he first met Maka, his eyes looked strange.

"Good morning... Well, I'm sorry, Professor... I have to hurry to class, or I'll be late."

Maka nodded at him, responded with a homeopathic response, looked back at each other and left quickly.

After the other party's back disappeared around the corner, Maka looked back at the door where he came out - the office of the professor of defense against the dark arts.

"... sokaladis." he thought, then shook his head, "it doesn't matter. Anyway, it's just one more question and one less question..."

While thinking secretly, Maka had walked to the door and knocked twice without hesitation.

"Dudu"

"... please come in."

There was no immediate response from the room, but it took a few seconds to sound.

Before the word settled, Marca twisted the door handle and went straight in. The next moment, with a bang, the door closed tightly again.

"Good morning, senior investigator Umbridge."

"What do you want to do -"

Umbridge was startled by Maka who suddenly appeared in front of her, but the next moment, she pressed down her heart, which almost jumped out by herself, and a stiff smile appeared on her face.

"Well... Well, I mean... Good morning, Professor McLean," she said dryly. "Come here so early. What can I do for you?"

"Of course," Marca nodded with a smile, "there's something small..."

As he spoke, he turned and looked at the side wall. Then he took a step, like walking in the garden, and came to the wall.

"You -- cough, hum --" Umbridge sat behind his desk and moved his ass uncontrollably. "Do you also like the decorative plates of the playful cat series? They look lovely, don't they?"

"Cats?" Marca turned her head and smiled. "Yes, that's right... I like these little animals very much, but I prefer real cats to these decorative plates."

He seemed to casually reach out and knock on the plate of the black Bombay cat, and the black cat at the bottom of the plate moved lazily to the side. Coincidentally, Umbridge also moved his seat again, looking a little restless.

She found that it was a foolish decision to use this as an excuse.

"Er... I said..." Umbridge hurriedly said, "Professor McLean, what are you doing here? Why don't you say it first?"

"Oh - of course, if you want," Marca shrugged, "but before that --"

"Click -"

Before he finished, he saw a crack suddenly appeared on the edge of the decorative plate and quickly spread to the whole plate. The next moment, with a crash, the plate completely turned into pieces.

"You --"

While Umbridge was terrified, Maka frowned at the porcelain at her feet.

"But first, I'm not going to break it..." he shook his head and said, "but... Forget it, it's just one of the two..."

"What on earth do you want to do?" Umbridge clenched his wand under his desk and said in a sharp voice, "I'm a senior investigator, representing the Ministry of magic! You can't do anything to me!"

"Well, then?" Marca looked at her.

"Then? Don't you understand? If you don't want to be invited to tea by the Ministry of magic, if you don't want Hogwarts to be closed and checked, you --"

"OK," Maka interrupted Umbridge, who was a little hysterical, and said calmly, "I understand what you said. In fact, I don't want to make any more noise at this time..."

"And you --"

"Shut up," Maka walked towards Umbridge without expression. "If there weren't so many things recently, I wouldn't mind playing the game of power and profit with you, but now the situation is different."

"You, you don't come here -"

The smirk on Umbridge's face had ceased to exist. As Mcard approached, her forehead was covered with sweat beads. The thick foundation began to become sticky.

Her hand holding the wand trembled slightly under the table, and her mind was full of the way she raised her right hand and waved the wand.

Then

No, no, then! She couldn't imagine what it would be like after that!

"Don't go any further, don't come any closer -"

Maka's pace did not lag. When he was almost a few steps away from Umbridge, the string in Umbridge's mind broke.

"Drill center -"

Before the spell was finished, Umbridge felt his palm slip and the wand fell into Maka's hand.

"The last person who dared to cast a spell on me at such a close distance was not as lucky as you," Marka said softly after weighing the wand in her hand. "Birch, dragon heartstrings... Well, just eight inches?"

He put Umbridge's wand on the table in front of him and looked at each other with cold eyes.

"Let me ask you a question -" Marca smiled. "If I tell you now that your brother has been living in a prison in the Muggle world for several years... What do you think?"

"What are you trying to say? Where's my brother?" Umbridge leaned his back tightly against the back of the chair and tried to stay away from Maka. "Don't come any closer! You can't move me. You have to figure out what you're doing --"

Her face was distorted by fear, which made her makeup face look more disgusting.

"Is this your answer?" Maka nodded clearly. "If so, forget it..."

The woman in front of him was very "famous" in the Ministry of magic, although she was always thinking of endless sinister means to eliminate dissidents without mercy.

She is clearly a mixed race, her father is a wizard and her mother is a Muggle. After the couple gave birth to her, they gave birth to a son.

However, her brother is a squib insulated from magic.

For this reason, Umbridge and her father blamed the Muggle mother, and even forced her Muggle mother out of her family with her brother when she was 15.

After that, Umbridge, the eldest daughter, lived in the magic world with her father, while her brother returned to the Muggle world with her mother.

As far as Maka knows, when Umbridge worked in the Ministry of magic, she always tried to avoid the disclosure of her family situation. Therefore, she did not hesitate to persuade her father to retire early, and then tampered with her origin with outright lies.

But there is no airtight wall in the world. Most of her colleagues know it. After all, her father used to work in the Ministry of magic!

When Maka saw that her first reaction was to deny his existence when she heard the recent situation of her own brother, she couldn't help laughing at her behavior.

"When did I begin to take these into account..." he raised his eyebrows and thought to himself, "is it because of Luna?"

Put aside her thoughts for the time being, Maka took out a bottle of magic medicine and put it in front of Umbridge.

"Choose one for yourself, spit the truth and take the mind!" he pointed to the magic potion bottle and wand on the table and handed over the multiple-choice question that was not much worse than which one to choose.

Umbridge's hands could not help clutching tightly. His eyes wandered back and forth between the desktop and Maka's face. The invisible pressure made it difficult for her to breathe.

In the face of real power, her small hands looked ridiculous. The blue and white light column in the magic text class and the deep chill at that time seemed to cross time and space and freeze her whole body.

Obviously, the fire in the fireplace was still beating, but she felt like she was in an ice cellar.

"Well, since you don't know how to choose, let me help you choose..." Maka said faintly, "personally, I suggest you choose to take the God and chant the mantra - vomit is not cheap!"

He gently picked up his wand, and Umbridge subconsciously wanted to escape, but his tense and stiff joints seemed to rust and couldn't move.

She didn't even hear the mantra, and a huge spiritual impact directly pierced her mind; The next moment, her consciousness was blank.

After a while, Maka threw her wand on the table, picked up the spitting agent and went to the door.

"Bang!"

The door of the black magic defense professor's office closed again. In the pink office, only a squat figure paralyzed in the armchair was left.

There was still panic and confusion on the old face with wide eyes.