Muggle-Born Registration Commission

Ah,Mafalda!”saidUmbridge,lookingatHermione.“Traverssentyou,didhe?”

“Y-yes,”squeakedHermione.

“Good,you’lldoperfectlywell.”Umbridgespoketothewizardinblackandgold.“That’sthatproblemsolved,Minister,ifMafaldacanbesparedforrecord-keepingweshallbeabletostartstraightaway.”Sheconsultedherclipboard.“TenpeopletodayandoneofthemthewifeofaMinistryemployee!Tut,tut...evenhere,intheheartoftheMinistry!”ShesteppedintotheliftbesideHermione,asdidthetwowizardswhohadbeenlisteningtoUmbridge’sconversationwiththeMinister.“We’llgostraightdown,Mafalda,you’llfindeverythingyouneedinthecourtroom.Goodmorning,Albert,aren’tyougettingout?”

“Yes,ofcourse,”saidHarryinRuncorn’sdeepvoice.

Harrysteppedoutofthelift.Thegoldengrillesclangedshutbehindhim.Glancingoverhisshoulder,HarrysawHermione’sanxiousfacesinkingbackoutofsight,atallwizardoneithersideofher,Umbridge’svelvethair-bowlevelwithhershoulder.

“Whatbringsyouuphere,Runcorn?”askedthenewMinisterofMagic.Hislongblackhairandbeardwerestreakedwithsilver,andagreatoverhangingforeheadshadowedhisglintingeyes,puttingHarryinmindofacrablookingoutfrombeneatharock.

“Neededaquickwordwith,”Harryhesitatedforafractionofasecond,“ArthurWeasley.Someonesaidhewasuponlevelone.”

“Ah,”saidPiusThicknesse.

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