Chapter 222: A Spy In Pink (2/2)

The two shook hands, and the deal was set.

After Harry left, Quinn looked at the table, which was missing both the tiny video recorder and the potion vial; Harry had taken both of them.

There was no need to include Harry in the plan. Quinn could've installed the camera by himself, and even now, he would be breaking into Umbridge's office with Recon to change the film reels. But he wanted Harry's detention to go well in Umbridge's eyes. She would definitely whip out the Blood Quill on everyone if she thought she could get away with torturing the Boy-Who-Lived. And that's what he wanted, for Umbridge to become relaxed and use the Blood Quill on every student she gave detention to; this way, he would have the overwhelming evidence he was looking for.

'Dolores Umbridge.. . I would take her out of the Ministry all together. It's time for her to retire,' he thought with a smile.

”But to think he didn't think of collecting himself,” Quinn said, wondering about Harry's lack of action, ”but maybe that makes sense; his father is an Auror after all,”

Aurors were essentially a mix of police detectives and armed forces of a magical community. They faced deaths, murders, homicides of magical and non-magical people caused by magical means regularly, and it wasn't strange that many Aurors chose not to share their work with their family members, especially not with children.

And with the way the British schooling system was set up, the children from the tender age of eleven only got to stay at home for at most three months spread throughout the year because of the boarding school policy at Hogwarts. Any sensible parent who worked as an Auror or Hit Wizard wouldn't share some hard facts with their children when they were younger than eleven because, after that, they were barely home long enough except during the summer break.

So it wasn't strange that James Potter didn't get enough time with his children to get past spending quality time with his children during their summer breaks and teach him some tips and tricks.

”Let's get to work,” Quinn got up and headed into his workshop; there were many preparations to be made for this thing to go smoothly.

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At five o'clock that evening, Harry knocked on Umbridge's office door for what he sincerely hoped would be the final time, was told to enter, and did so. The blank parchment lay ready for him on the lace-covered table, the pointed black quill beside it.

”You know what to do, Mr. Potter,” said Umbridge, smiling sweetly over at him.

Harry picked up the quill and glanced around the office; it was as repulsive as yesterday. He couldn't wrap his head around how someone could like a decor like this. If he just shifted his chair an inch or so to the right. .. On the pretext of shifting himself closer to the table, he managed it. Now his left hand was just at the edge of the table, and if he let it dangle, it would be as far as Umbridge he could possibly be in his current seating position.

I must respect my betters, Harry wrote. The cut in the back of his right hand opened and began to bleed afresh.

I must respect my betters. The cut dug deeper, but unlike yesterday it didn't hurt at all.

I must respect my betters. Blood trickled down his wrist.

He chanced another glance at Umbridge. Harry looked up whenever he thought he could risk it when he could hear the scratching of Umbridge's quill or the opening of a desk drawer.

I must respect my betters.

I must respect my betters.

The parchment was now shining with drops of blood from the back of his hand, which seemed to be the right time to plant the bug, as Quinn had put it. He pretended to pull out a handkerchief to wipe some of the stray blood, and in doing, so pulled the spycam out of his pocket and let it fall onto the ground.

As the cube fell to the ground, it sprouted eight spider-leg-like protrusions, which it landed on. Harry watched with wide eyes as the cube spycam's lens suddenly turned towards Harry before redirecting its lens all around the room.

Harry suddenly heard Umbridge's voice and hurriedly turned his gaze towards the parchment.

”Mr. Potter, is there a reason why you stopped?” she asked.

”No, Professor,” he said and started to write again: I must respect my betters. He did give one quick glance towards the floor, but spycam had disappeared to be seen nowhere.

Inside the AID office, Quinn's sighed deeply as he sat beside his desk, looking into a rectangle screen set up in landscape mode sitting on the desk.

”What the hell is that idiot doing,” said Quinn, ”he almost ended the sting operation before it started.”

The cubical body of the spycam held things other than the film recorder. The lens of the spycam doubled as a transmitter that would send live footage to the screen sitting on Quinn's desk — it was based on the two-way mirror that Sirius Black and James Potter used to communicate with each other when they were in Hogwarts so they could talk each other while serving different detentions. The lens could send videos(not recordable) so that Quinn could control the spycam through the spider-legs.

Then there was an audio transmitter based on Quinn's own magical wireless eavesdropping earbuds. The difference was that Quinn was better at runes than last year and the space inside the spycam was a bit bigger than the transmitter he used in the original, so the transmission range was much wider than before.

”Now, let's plant it into a non-descriptive corner.”

Back in Umbridge's office, the spycam got to the edge of the floor, and the lens pointed upwards towards the target. It stared at the pink wall for a second before a change appeared on the spycam, and the black cube turned invisible and began its climb up the wall towards an edge of the wall before planting right on the said edge.

Quinn from the AID office turned the lens towards Umbridge's desk with Harry and Umbridge in the frame. The next second, the small film roll inside the spycam started to turn as the lens let the light in, which then got concentrated into the tiny space, landing on the individual reels of the film as it spun on the two rollers recording the video at a low twenty-four frames per second for an extended recording length.

”Alright, that's done,” smiled Quinn. ”Now, High Inquisitor Umbridge, I wonder what sort of things would you show me. I'm truly looking forward to the dirt I'm going to detect,” he chuckled, ”I wonder if this is how Rita Skeeter feels when she's going her work. So exciting!”

The bug had been planted.

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Quinn West - MC - My name starts with 'Q', so I'm perfect as the Quartermaster.

Harry Potter - Boy-Who-Bugs - Acting to feel pain is more challenging than he thought.

Dolores Umbridge - Umbitch - The amount of sugar she likes in her tea is being recorded.

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