Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Cedric was the first.

He trusted Harry, with his instincts and judgment.

As the unyielding leader of Hufflepuff, Badger is convinced of his choice.

The Hufflepuff table soon became as empty as the Gryffindor table.

Zhang Qiu also stood up immediately and left with her boyfriend. She also led many little eagles.

In the blink of an eye, there was only one table of Slytherin and half a table of Ravenclaw left in the entire hall—even the Slytherin was not full, and some mixed-bloods and even pure-bloods left.

"Professor Dumbledore, it seems that Hogwarts is really terrible." Umbridge took a deep breath, with a sweet smile on his face, "The students are very disobedient, this is not good, a little student-like None, what do they think of the school?"

Snape resisted the urge to sneer.

He didn't speak, and the other professors were all reserved.

Dumbledore blinked innocently: "I spoil them too much, dear Ms. Umbridge."

"According to the education order, I will take over the management of Hogwarts." Umbridge raised his head.

Dumbledore nodded, but said nothing.

She glanced at all the professors arrogantly, stood up, and left the teacher's seat. Halfway there, she realized that she was not only here to give lectures, but also to eat, and walked back to her original position.

Dumbledore finished his meal slowly and waited for him to return to his office.

Pushing open the door, there is already a person in the room.

"Oh, Harry, how did you get in?" Dumbledore was surprised, closed the door, and asked as he walked to his place.

Harry said casually, "Let Fox open the door for me."

Dumbledore looked.

The phoenix lying on Harry's lap raised its head proudly.

"You have a good relationship with it." Dumbledore whistled, sat down on the chair, and took out a can of cockroach piles.

As he was about to open it, Harry reminded him, "Fawkes just put some cockroaches in."

Dumbledore paused and looked at Fawkes.

Phoenix nodded.

"Harry, you shouldn't." Dumbledore put the jar down helplessly.

Harry shook his head: "No, I didn't instigate it. When I first came in, I saw Fox doing it very skillfully. It's not the first time."

Dumbledore looked at Fawkes with some horror.

Phoenix still nodded proudly.

This made the old man with white beard, who had never changed much in his expression, turn ugly and faintly green.

oh.

Damn it.

He was trying to recall whether the piles of cockroaches he ate had any strange taste.

"Fox, you've failed your studies." Dumbledore said with a complex expression.

Harry said righteously: "It must be taught by the Sorting Hat."

Godric, hanging on the wall, agrees: "Yes, the Sorting Hat, I saw it with my own eyes."

Dumbledore still glanced at the circle of portraits and photos with complicated eyes, each of them was a murderer who helped the evil, and watching Fox do these things, no one told himself. =

"Okay, Professor Dumbledore, let's get down to business." Harry put "Turkey" down and stood up.

Dumbledore rubbed his face: "Harry, there is no way."

"The Ministry of Magic is now on the opposite side of the Death Eaters, or so it seems."

"The Aurors are patrolling too"

"They're on the side of order."

Harry didn't speak.

"But Harry, I'm lucky to have you." Dumbledore gave him a complicated look, and took a deep breath, "I don't know if it's right or wrong to let you do so."

"But I want you to realize that you're breaking the rules because someone is taking advantage of them maliciously."

"It doesn't mean you can formulate"

Harry interrupted him: "Let's not talk about it, Professor Dumbledore, what do you mean, the Ministry of Magic is actually turning to Voldemort now?"

"Sinknes is a Death Eater?"

"Even those high-level officials in the entire Ministry of Magic are Death Eaters?"

Dumbledore nodded: "Yes, your guess was correct."

"Thicknesses are Death Eaters."

"It's hard to imagine that someone like him could become a Death Eater."

Harry said coldly, "You shouldn't be so naive."

Dumbledore sighed, subconsciously picked up the jar piled with cockroaches, glanced at Fawkes, put it down again with a big snap of his fingers, and called himself a creme brulee: "Severus just came back to Hogwarts this morning, He just told me about it, you still have to go to class, and I didn't have time to call you here."

"As you saw, Severus' arm was replaced by Voldemort."

Harry nodded: "I see, Professor Snape probably hates Voldemort to death."

Dumbledore nodded: "You should be more lenient with Severus."

"At least."

Harry interrupted him, waved his wand, and picked up half of the pudding: "It's to make Severus be more lenient with Severus, my dear Albus, even if you don't eat the pile of cockroaches, the cockroaches will crawl." into your head?"

"Damn it, I'm about to give up this candy." Dumbledore shook the spoon dissatisfiedly, "I just hope you can influence him."

Harry sneered: "The words are getting more and more outrageous."

Dumbledore put the spoon down: "Perhaps, I mean maybe, the Ministry of Magic will deepen its influence on Hogwarts."

"Harry, there's nothing I can do."

"But I hope you can realize that what you have to do is to break the rules that are being used maliciously, not to."

Harry stared at him, and said softly, "Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore paused and nodded again and again: "Okay, I'm rambling again, Harry, you have always been very measured."

Harry stood up and stretched his waist: "Professor Dumbledore, I finally don't have to give you face anymore, this will make me very relaxed."

Dumbledore shook his head.

Harry waved him goodbye.

After walking out of the principal's office, he rubbed his face.

Grudges against the Ministry of Magic finally had a chance to air.

That's great.

Sirius inevitably left.

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff trusted him, but Dumbledore compromised the rules too easily.

It's just that the Ministry of Magic failed to stop him. As the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, Dumbledore finally used his power to ask the Ministry of Magic to go through a procedure-produce evidence that Sirius might be a Death Eater .

Now Sirius has to be forced to stay in Black's old house and can't go anywhere.

The arrival of Umbridge did not bring much bloodshed to Hogwarts. Ms. Pink Toad was very quiet, just pasting a few innocuous education orders on the blackboard of Hogwarts.

"Education Order No. 1: It is forbidden for students to hold typo pens, otherwise they will be punished."

"Education Order No. 2: It is forbidden for students to hold a mace, otherwise they will be punished."

"Educational Order No. 9: Pupils are prohibited from possessing any item from the Weasley Brothers Joke Store, or they will be punished."

There are nine education orders in one piece, all in the name of the laws of the Ministry of Magic.

But the actual content is doing what Mr. Filch should do.

certainly

This thing is much stricter than the school rules of Hogwarts. Umbridge pickets, so detailed that everyone except Harry Potter and a group of friends around him will be punished if they are caught - not deduction of house points That kind of painless thing, but comes from physical punishment.

Sweeping the corridors, clearing the trophy room, let's not talk about these routine corporal punishment items.

Umbridge also sanctioned some of the more brutal forms of corporal punishment.

Such as whips and hangs.

Filch often threatened little wizards with these things, but he hadn't tried it on any of them in the past week.

Umbridge has been busy with her "big plans" and hasn't been able to see Harry for a week.

but

As the new self-appointed Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, she had to meet every student anyway.

new week.

In Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Monday afternoon.

When the little wizards of Gryffindor walked into the classroom, they almost thought they were in the wrong room—the training dummies arranged by Sirius were gone, the looking glass was gone, and the cages that housed some little dark magic creatures were gone.

The huge classroom is full of tables, and there are only tables.

Harry and the others found a place to sit down.

When the class bell rang, Umbridge walked downstairs in an exaggerated red robe.

"Hello, classmates." Umbridge greeted them with a long, sweet accent.

Sparsely responded.

"No, that's not acceptable." Umbridge shook his head and waved his wand. "I'm a professor, and you are students. You must respect the professor."

"Now I greet you again."

"You are to be tidy and to respond to my 'good afternoon, Professor Umbridge' energetically."

"do you understand?"

She took a deep breath: "Student."

"This is the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, not where you give lectures at the Ministry of Magic." Harry caught the timing and interrupted her, "Lesson, okay?"

Umbridge took a deep breath: "Mr. Potter, you should speak to the professor."

Harry waved his wand: "Wadi Vasi."

A piece of chalk bounced from the lecture to Umbridge's forehead: "Respect is strength, not bullshit, class."

Umbridge gritted his teeth: "One hundred points from Gryffindor!"

"Because of disrespecting the professor, and teasing the professor!"

Gryffindor was unmoved.

It doesn't matter, the score doesn't matter at all.

"Now put away your wands, everyone." Umbridge slapped his hands. "Let's begin class."

All the little wizards looked at him incredulously.

Is something wrong with your ears?

Put away the wand?

"Defense Against the Dark Arts class is going to put away the wand?" Ron exclaimed.

Umbridge glared over: "You must raise your hand when you speak in my class, Mr. Weasley. Ten points will be deducted from Gryffindor for your rudeness."

"In my Defense Against the Dark Arts, I don't need a wand, please put it away."

Harry knocked on the table: "Sorry, it's not your Defense Against the Dark Arts class now."