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ontrol　of　Magical　Creatures；　incorporating　Beast；　Being；　and　Spirit　Divisions；　Goblin　Liaison　Office；　and　Pest　Advisory　Bureau；〃
and　the　grilles　slid　open　again；　admitting　a　couple　of　wizards　and　several　pale　violet　paper　airplanes　that　fluttered　around　the　lamp　in　the　ceiling　of　the　lift。
〃Morning；　Albert；〃　said　a　bushily　whiskered　man；　smiling　at　Harry。　He　glanced　over　at　Ron　and　Hermione　as　the　lift　creaked　upward　once　more；　Hermione　was　now　whispering　frantic　instructions　to　Ron。　The　wizard　leaned　toward　Harry；　leering；　and　muttering　〃Dirk　Cresswell；　eh？　From　Goblin　Liaison？　Nice　one；　Albert。　I'm　pretty　confident　I'll　get　his　job　now！〃
He　winked。　Harry　smiled　back；　hoping　that　this　would　suffice。　The　lift　stopped；　the　grilles　opened　once　more。
〃Level　two；　Department　of　Magical　Law　Enforcement；　including　the　Improper　Use　of　Magic　Office；　Auror　Headquarters；　and　Wizengamot　Administration　Services；〃　said　the　disembodied　witch's　voice。
Harry　saw　Hermione　give　Ron　a　little　push　and　he　hurried　out　of　the　lift；　followed　by　the　other　wizards；　leaving　Harry　and　Hermione　alone。　The　moment　the　golden　door　had　closed　Hermione　said；　very　fast；　〃Actually；　Harry；　I　think　I'd　better　go　after　him；　I　don't　think　he　knows　what　he's　doing　and　if　he　gets　caught　the　whole　thing　…　〃
〃Level　one；　Minister　of　Magic　and　Support　Staff。〃
The　golden　grilles　slid　apart　again　and　Hermione　gasped。　Four　people　stood　before　them；　two　of　them　deep　in　conversation：　a　long…haired　wizard　wearing　magnificent　robes　of　black　and　gold；　and　a　squat；　toadlike　witch　wearing　a　velvet　bow　in　her　short　hair　and　clutching　a　clipboard　to　her　chest。

pC0=〃Chapter　Thirteen：　The　Muggle…Born　Registration　Commission〃
bChapter　Thirteen
iThe　Muggle…Born　Registration　Commissionib
〃Ah；　Mafalda！〃　said　Umbridge；　looking　at　Hermione。　〃Travers　sent　you；　did　he？〃
〃Y…yes；〃　squeaked　Hermione。
〃God；　you'll　do　perfectly　well。〃　Umbridge　spoke　to　the　wizard　in　black　and　gold。　〃That's　that　problem　solved。　Minister；　if　Mafalda　can　be　spared　for　record…keeping　we　shall　be　able　to　start　straightaway。〃　She　consulted　her　clipboard。　〃Ten　people　today　and　one　of　them　the　wife　of　a　Ministry　employee！　Tut；　tuta133　even　here；　in　the　heart　of　the　Ministry！〃　She　stepped　into　the　lift　besides　Hermione；　as　did　the　two　wizards　who　had　been　listening　to　Umbridge's　conversation　with　the　Minister。　〃We'll　go　straight　down；　Mafalda；　you'll　find　everything　you　need　in　the　courtroom。　Good　morning；　Albert；　aren't　you　getting　out？〃
〃Yes；　of　course；〃　said　Harry　in　Runcorn's　deep　voice。
Harry　stepped　out　of　the　life。　The　golden　grilles　clanged　shut　behind　him。　Glancing　over　his　shoulder；　Harry　saw　Hermione's　anxious　face　sinking　back　out　of　sight；　a　tall　wizard　on　either　side　of　her；　Umbridge's　velvet　hair…bow　level　with　her　shoulder。
〃What　brings　you　here；　Runcorn？〃　asked　the　new　Minister　of　Magic。　His　long　black　hair　and　beard　were　streaked　with　silver　and　a　great　overhanging　forehead　shadowed　his　glinting　eyes；　putting　Harry　in　the　mind　of　a　crab　looking　out　from　beneath　a　rock。
〃Needed　a　quick　word　with；〃　Harry　hesitated　for　a　fraction　of　a　second；　〃Arthur　Weasley。　Someone　said　he　was　up　on　level　one。〃
〃Ah；〃　said　Plum　Thicknesse。　〃Has　he　been　caught　having　contact　with　an　Undesirable？〃
〃No；〃　said　Harry；　his　throat　dry。　〃No；　nothing　like　that。〃
〃Ah；　well。　It's　only　a　matter　of　time；〃　said　Thicknesse。　〃If　you　ask　me；　the　blood　traitors　are　as　bad　as　the　Mudbloods。　Good　day；　Runcorn。〃
〃Good　day；　Minister。〃
Harry　watched　Thicknesse　march　away　along　the　thickly　carpeted　corridor。　The　moment　the　Minister　had　passed　out　of　sight；　Harry　tugged　the　Invisibility　Cloak　out　from　under　his　heavy　black　cloak；　threw　it　over　himself；　and　set　off　along　the　corridor　in　the　opposite　direction。　Runcorn　was　so　tall　that　Harry　was　forced　to　stoop　to　make　sure　his　big　feet　were　hidden。
Panic　pulsed　in　the　pit　of　his　stomach。　As　he　passed　gleaming　wooden　door　after　gleaming　wooden　door；　each　bearing　a　small　plaque　with　the　owner's　name　and　occupation　upon　it；　the　might　of　the　Ministry；　its　complexity；　its　impenetrability；　seemed　to　force　itself　upon　him　so　that　the　plan　he　had　been　carefully　concocting　with　Ron　and　Hermione　over　the　past　four　weeks　seemed　laughably　childish。　They　had　concentrated　all　their　efforts　on　getting　inside　without　being　detected：　They　had　not　given　a　moment's　thought　to　what　they　would　do　if　they　were　forced　to　separate。　Now　Hermione　was　stuck　in　court　proceedings；　which　would　undoubtedly　last　hours；　Ron　was　struggling　to　do　magic　that　Harry　was　sure　was　beyond　him；　a　woman's　liberty　possibly　depending　on　the　outcome；　and　he；　Harry；　was　wandering　around　on　the　top　floor　when　he　knew　perfectly　well　that　his　quarry　had　just　gone　down　in　the　lift。
He　stopped　walking；　leaned　against　a　wall；　and　tried　to　decide　what　to　do。　The　silence　pressed　upon　him：　There　was　no　bustling　or　talk　or　swift　footsteps　here　the　purple…carpeted　corridors　were　as　hushed　as　though　the　iMuffliatoi　charm　had　been　cast　over　the　place。
iHer　office　must　be　up　herei；　Harry　thought。
It　seemed　most　unlikely　that　Umbridge　would　keep　her　jewelry　in　her　office；　but　on　the　other　hand　it　seemed　foolish　not　to　search　it　to　make　sure。　He　therefore　set　off　along　the　corridor　again；　passing　nobody　but　a　frowning　wizard　who　was　murmuring　instructions　to　a　quill　that　floated　in　front　of　him；　scribbling　on　a　trail　of　parchment。
Now　paying　attention　to　the　names　on　the　doors；　Harry　turned　a　corner。　Halfway　along　the　next　corridor　he　emerged　into　a　wide；　open　space　where　a　dozen　witches　and　wizards　sat　in　rows　at　small　desks　not　unlike　school　desks；　though　much　more　highly　polished　and　free　from　graffiti。　Harry　paused　to　watch　them；　for　the　effect　was　quite　mesmerizing。　They　were　all　waving　and　twiddling　their　wands　in　unison；　and　squares　of　colored　paper　were　flying　in　every　direction　like　little　pink　kites。　After　a　few　seconds；　Harry　realized　that　there　was　a　rhythm　to　the　proceedings；　that　the　papers　all　formed　the　same　pattern　and　after　a　few　more　seconds　he　realized　what　he　was　watching　was　the　creation　of　pamphlets　…　that　the　paper　squares　were　pages；　which；　when　assembled；　folded　and　magicked　into　place；　fell　into　neat　stacks　beside　each　witch　or　wizard。
Harry　crept　closer；　although　the　workers　were　so　intent　on　what　they　were　doing　that　he　doubted　they　would　notice　a　carpet…muffled　footstep；　and　he　slid　a　completed
pamphlet　from　the　pile　beside　a　young　witch。　He　examined　it　beneath　the　Invisibility　Cloak。　Its　pink　cover　was　emblazoned　with　a　golden　title：
cbMudbloodsb
iand　the　Dangers　They　Pose　to
a　Peaceful　Pure…Blood　Societyi
cBeneath　the　title　was　a　picture　of　a　red　rose　with　a　simpering　face　in　the　middle　of　its　petals；　being　strangled　by　a　green　weed　with　fangs　and　a　scowl。　There　was　no　author's　name　upon　the　pamphlet；　but　again；　the　scars　on　the　back　of　his　right　hand　seemed　to　tingle　as　he　examined　it。　Then　the　young　witch　beside　him　confirmed　his　suspicion　as　she　said；　still　waving　and　twirling　her　wand；　〃Will　the　old　hag　be　interrogating　Mudbloods　all　day；　does　anyone　know？〃
〃Careful；〃　said　the　wizard　beside　her；　glancing　around　nervously；　one　of　his　pages　slipped　and　fell　to　the　floor。
〃What；　has　she　got　magic　ears　as　well　as　an　eye；　now？〃
The　witch　glanced　toward　the　shining　mahogany　door　facing　the　space　full　of　pamphlet…makers；　Harry　looked　too；　and　the　rage　reared　in　him　like　a　snake。　Where　there　might　have　been　a　peephole　on　a　Muggle　front　door；　a　large；　round　eye　with　a　bright　blue　iris　had　been　set　into　the　wood　…　an　eye　that　was　shockingly　familiar　to　anybody　who　had　known　Alastor　Moody。
For　a　split　second　Harry　forgot　where　he　was　and　what　he　was　doing　there：　He　even　forgot　that　he　was　invisible。　He　strode　straight　over　to　the　door　to　examine　the　eye。　It　was　not　moving。　It　gazed　blindly　upward；　frozen。　The　plaque　beneath　it　read：
cbDolores　Umbridgeb
Senior　Undersecretary　to　the　Minister
cBelow　that　a　slightly　shinier　new　plaque　read：
cHead　of　the　Muggle…Born
Registration　Commission
cHarry　looked　back　at　the　dozen　pamphlet…makers：　Though　they　were　intent　upon　their　work；　he　could　hardly　suppose　that　they　would　not　notice　if　the　door　of　an　empty　office　opened　in　front　of　them。　He　therefore　withdrew　from　an　inner　pocket　an　odd　object　with　little　waving　legs　and　a　rubber…bulbed　horn　for　a　body。　Crouching　down　beneath　the　Cloak；　he　placed　the　Decoy　Detonator　on　the　ground。
It　scuttled　away　at　once　through　the　legs　of　the　witches　and　wizards　in　front　of　him。　A　few　moments　later；　during　which　Harry　waited　with　his　hand　upon　the　doorknob；　there　came　a　loud　bang　and　a　great　deal　of　acrid　smoke　billowed　from　a　corner。　The　young　witch　in　the　front　row　shrieked：　Pink　pages　flew　everywhere　as　she　and　her　fellows　jumped　up；　looking　around　for　the　source　of　the　commotion。　Harry　turned　the　doorknob；　stepped　into　Umbridge's　office；　and　closed　the　door　behind　him。
He　felt　he　had　stepped　back　in　time。　The　room　was　exactly　like　Umbridge's　office　at　Hogwarts：　Lace　draperies；　doilies　and　dried　flowers　covered　every　surface。　The　walls　bore　the　same　ornamental　plates；　each　featuring　a　highly　colored；　beribboned　kitten；　gamboling　and　frisking　with　sickening　cuteness。　The　desk　was　covered　with　a　flouncy；　flowered　cloth。　Behind　Mad…eye's　eye；　a　telescopic　attachment　enabled　Umbridge　to　spy　on　the　workers　on　the　other　side　of　the　door。　Harry　took　a　look　through　it　and　saw　that　they　were　all　still　gathered　around　the　Decoy　Detonator。　He　wrenched　the　telescope　out　of　the　door；　leaving　a　hole　behind；　pulled　the　magical　eyeball　out　of　it；　and　placed　it　in　his　pocket。　The　he　turned　to　face　the　room　again；　raised　his　wand；　and　murmured；　i〃Accio　Locker。〃i
Nothing　happened；　but　he　had　not　expected　it　to；　no　doubt　Umbridge　knew　all　about　protective　charms　and　spells。　He　therefore　hurried　behind　her　desk　and　began　pulling　open　all　the　drawers。　He　saw　quills　and　notebooks　and　Spellotape；　enchanted　paper　clips　that　coiled　snakelike　from　their　drawer　and　had　be　beaten　back；　a　fussy　little　lace　box　full　of　spare　hair　bows　and　clips；　but　no　sign　of　a　locket。
There　was　a　filing　cabinet　behind　the　desk：　Harry　set　to　searching　it。　Like　Filch's　filing　cabinet　at　Hogwarts；　it　was　full　of　folders；　each　labeled　with　a　name。　It