94 Diagon Alley

     Lie and say no! said Harry. "And, I won't let you hurt yourself!" ' he added, and after finally crossing the threshold, he put down the elf and slammed the door behind him.

    Gwen and the twins ran out of breath to the jumping machine parked in the corner of the eighth floor, and sat directly on it to descend to the first floor of the castle.

    Gwen swallowed the blood in his throat and said in a hoarse voice, "It was almost...they caught us...it was like running for life..."

    "We should throw a few big shit-"

    “—or decoy bombs,” said Fred and George.

    Dobby's big head popped into the air with a thud, pinching its fingers in desperation until the twins caught the punishing elf from left to right. Only then did it start to speak, sniffling: "Harry Potter was taken away by her."

    The three exchanged glances with tears in their eyes, and Umbridge got the result she wanted most.

    Gwen and the twins escaped all the way, and finally met Ron and Hermione in the common room. They stayed up late into the night, waiting for Harry, who had come back in a daze.

    The boy kept covering the scar on his forehead and only told everyone that Marietta was the whistleblower. Umbridge found the parchment they signed, with Dumbledore's Army in capital letters. The Minister of Magic seemed to prefer to believe that this student society was Dumbledore's private army to fight the Ministry of Magic.

      Luckily, Harry told her that Dumbledore didn't get caught.

    "He said, 'I think I have a lot of things I'd rather do.'"

    Everyone is still digesting this unexpected news. They never thought that the mutual aid organization of the students to learn Defence Against the Dark Arts, under the control of Umbridge, turned into a target for Fudge conspiracy - which caused their headmaster to run away overnight.

    "Sorry, I need to be alone for a while." Harry rubbed the scar with his fingers.

    Gwen and the twins immediately stood up and said good night to their friends. Ron and Hermione seemed to be worried that Harry was alone, but at his insistence, they also went up the stairs and went back to the dormitory.

    When Harry was alone in the common room, he took out a fragment of a mirror from his arms and softly called "Sirius".

    After a while, the unkempt, bloodshot-eyed Sirius appeared in the mirror.

    "Good evening, Harry." He coughed a few times, "I was just… looking for something."

    Harry felt that the godfather was lying, but at the moment his head was also messed up, and he hurriedly told Sirius what had happened just now.

    At first, Sirius was outraged. He has always supported Harry and D.A.'s activities. If it weren't for the mission of the Order of the Phoenix, he would probably be the first to move into Hogwarts to be the remedial teacher for the students— Against the Ministry of Magic and the **** Umbridge. But then his face became a little serious.

    "Are you sure Dumbledore ended up saying 'I think I have a lot of things to do that I'd rather do'?"

      Then he smiled bitterly and said, "Dumbledore's last sentence was to let me practice Occlumency, but he did mention what he was going to do."

    Sirius rolled his eyes and first reassured Harry, "Don't be too stressful, Harry. I said snot - Snape won't teach you well. As for what Dumbledore has to do It's..." He sniffled, "I have to hurry to find him."

    Then he greeted Harry sloppily and buckled the mirror.

    In the early morning of the next day, the news that most students did not want to see appeared on the notice board.

    The Ministry of Magic has ordered Dolores Jane Umbridge (Senior Inquisitor) to replace Albus Dumbledore as Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

    The above regulations comply with the Education Order No. 28.

    Signature: Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge.

    "Dumbledore will be back soon." Ernie McMillan, listening to Harry's description attentively, said confidently on the way back from herbal medicine class, "We are in second grade. They couldn't get him out of here, and they couldn't do it this time. The fat friar told me—" He lowered his voice so mysteriously that Harry, Ron, and Hermione had to lean over to hear him. His words, "—they searched for him in the castle and grounds last night. Then that Umbridge tried to get into his office. But there was no way to get past the monster. The headmaster's office was automatically closed, and she couldn't get in." Ernie smugly Smiling, "Obviously, she lost her temper."

    "Hmph, I think she's intent on sitting in the principal's office," Hermione said in disgust, as they climbed the stone steps into the foyer. , this stupid megalomaniac, powerful old--"

    "Hey, are you really going to finish this, Granger?" Draco Malfoy slipped out from behind the door, followed by Crabbe and Goyle. There was a wicked look on his pale pointed face. "I'm afraid I'll have to deduct points for Gryffindor and Hufflepuff," he said long.

    "We were prefects too, remember?" Ron snapped.

    "And we're on the investigative team, King Weasley," Malfoy said wryly. Crabbe and Goyle chuckled.

    "What?" Hermione asked sharply.

    "Investigative Action Team, Granger," Malfoy said, pointing to a small silver symbol under his robe's prefect badge, "is a select group of students who support magic Department, hand-picked by Professor Umbridge. So, Granger, I'm going to deduct five points from you for your disrespect for our new headmaster. McMillan talked back to me, deducted five points. Deducted Potter Five because I don't like you. Weasley, your shirt isn't tucked, so I'm taking another five." He laughed, and stroked away with Crabbe and Goyle.

    Harry, Ron and Hermione involuntarily turned towards the huge hourglass behind them, which were embedded in niches side by side, recording the scores of the various colleges. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were neck and neck for the lead this morning. Just as they watched, the gems flew upward, and the number of gems in the lower half of the hourglass became less and less. In fact, it seems that only the Slytherin hourglass with the emeralds has not changed.

    "You noticed, didn't you?" Fred's voice asked.

    He and George and Gwen had just come down the marble staircase and stood before the hourglass with Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ernie.

    "Malfoy almost deducted fifty points from us just now," Harry said angrily, when they saw a few more gems flying up in Gryffindor's hourglass.

    "Miss Poodle Parkinson also deducted five points for me because she failed to use her wand for beauty magic today." Gwen squeezed a few words from between her teeth, "I Telling her Ollivander's wand won't save her ugly soul."

    "What did you do to her?" Ron looked forward.

    "I like Marietta's look." Gwen pouted, "She will be so pretty tomorrow morning."

    “And Monta is going to deduct our points during recess,” George said.

    "What do you mean, 'intend'?" Ron asked immediately.

    "He didn't finish," Fred said, "because we actually shoved him upside down in the vanishing cabinet on the second floor."

    Hermione looked taken aback.

    "You're going to be in big trouble!"

    "Not until Monty reappears, it could take a few weeks, I don't know where we sent him." Fred said coldly , "Anyway... we decided not to worry about getting into trouble anymore."

    "Are you worried?" Hermione asked.

    "Certainly," said George. "Haven't we never been fired? We've always known where to draw a line. Occasionally maybe a toe."

    “But we always stop before we make a big mess,” Fred said.

    "And now?" Ron asked uncertainly.

    “Well, now—” George said.

    "—Now that Dumbledore is gone—" said Fred.

    "—We think there's something big going on—" George said.

    “—just what our dear new principal deserves,” Fred said.

    "You can't do that!" Hermione whispered, "You absolutely can't! She'd love to have a reason to fire you!" She then turned her attention to Gwen.

    To her disappointment, Gwen may have been a little surprised, but she didn't mean to stop the twins in the slightest.

    "You still don't get it, Hermione?" Fred told her with a smile, "We don't want to stay here anymore. If we hadn't decided to do something for Dumbledore, We're dropping out right now. So, anyway," he looked at his watch, "Phase 1 is about to begin. If I were you, I'd go to the auditorium for lunch, so the teachers would see you and that piece. It doesn't matter at all."

    "It has nothing to do with anything?" Hermione asked uneasily.

    "You'll see," said George, "now let's go."

    "In the Great Hall, stay as long as you can," Gwen finally said.

    More and more people came downstairs to lunch, and Fred, George and Gwen turned away and disappeared into the crowd.

    The three who were preparing for the first attack did not expect him