94 Diagon Alley

    On the contrary, they seemed to want him to get angry and shout again so they could hear for themselves what he had to say.

    "He said he saw Cedric Diggory attacked by Death Eaters?"

    "He thought he was dueling with You-Know-Who?"

    "Stop crap?"

    "Who does he think he is fooling?"

    "Excuse me?"

    "What I don't understand is," said Harry gritted his teeth, putting down the cutlery in his hand, his hands shaking so much that he could not hold the knife and fork firmly, "Deng two months ago How did they all believe when Bridore told them about it??"

    "The problem is, Harry, I'm not sure they believe it." Hermione said grimly, "Oh, let's get out of here."

    She put down her knife and fork heavily, and Ron reluctantly looked at the half-eaten apple pie.

    "What do you mean, you're not sure if they believe in Dumbledore?" Harry asked Hermione.

    "Well, you don't really understand what happened after that," Hermione said softly, "You came back from the middle of the grass with the unconscious Cedric in your arms, who are we? Didn't see what happened in the labyrinth. We just heard from Dumbledore that You-Know-Who was back and he attacked Cedric and fought you."

    "That's the truth!" Harry exclaimed. The Gryffindor table was taken aback.

    "I know it's true, Harry, can you stop yelling at me like that?" Hermione said impatiently, "Actually, before everyone fully understood the fact, they all Back home for the summer. For two months, all they read was you're a lunatic and Dumbledore a fool!"

    Ron added, "And Cedric has to say he has amnesia, he doesn't remember everything that happened that day—"

    "—for the greater good." Harry twitched the corners of his mouth, and then he seemed to be unable to bear the discussion of the people around him any longer, and hurried away by himself, throwing down his uneaten dinner.

    "Then," Gwen asked Hermione curiously, "why did Harry mess with our lovely professor today?"

    Hermione was also distraught, "In short, yelled at Umbridge and told her that the devil who can't even name is back."

    "Oh," Gwen shook his head painfully, "To be honest, guess who's pain point is this stepping on?"

    Fred and George joined their discussion, "Is there anyone who thinks Harry has a bad temper lately like we do?"

    Gwen raised his fork and concurred, "But it's understandable, if I've been through so much, I've been kept in the dark by the adults. It's hard to go back to school, and one more thing is not allowed to be used. A professor of magic, and a group of—" She looked disapprovingly at the students who were still talking about Harry, "—in an ivory tower who were ungrateful and chewing their tongues. I might be **** off from the tower. Jump down."

    Hermione and Ron looked at each other, Ron swallowed the remaining half of the apple pie in two bites, and the two stood up and quickly returned to the Gryffindor Tower.

    When the students returned to the common room after dinner, Harry had already written a thick stack of homework in the company of two friends. Crookshanks was curled up into a furry **** cushion on Hermione's lap. The snow-white dogs (which Gwen thought were more like a pregnant woman) huddled together at Hermione's feet.

    "How could Dumbledore let this happen?" Hermione exclaimed suddenly, startling Harry and Ron. Crookshanks jumped away from her, looking offended, the dog purring in a hurry, licking Crookshanks over and over again in an attempt to comfort him. Hermione angrily tapped the armrest of the chair, "How could he let that horrible woman teach us? And it's still the year we're taking the 0.w.Ls exam!"

    "Well, we never had a decent teacher in our Defence Against the Dark Arts class, did we?" said Harry, "You know how, Hagrid told us, no one Not willing to take the job, they said the job was cursed."

    "The woman still wants someone to be her spy." Ron said gloomily, "Remember, she said that if we heard someone say that You-Know-Who is back, she wants us to report to her. ."

    "Of course she's here to spy on us all, needless to say, otherwise what does Fudge want her to do?" Hermione said angrily.

    "Stop arguing," Ron was about to open his mouth to retort, and Harry said impatiently, "Can we?? Can we do our homework now, so that it can be done sooner rather than later.

    "Shall we write the Snape one first?" Ron said, dipping his quill in ink, "The properties of moonstone...and its use in...pharmaceutical... Use," he murmured, writing the words on the top of the parchment as he spoke. "Okay." He underlined the title, looking up at Hermione expectantly. "So, what are the properties of moonstone and its use in medicine?"

    But Hermione didn't listen at all. She was squinting at the corner of the room and saw Fred, George and Gwen sitting in a group of innocent looking first-year students In the middle, each freshman was chewing something that looked like it was coming out of the big paper pocket Fred was carrying.

    "I'm not sure I should be with you," Gwen said to George hesitantly, "but I'd be more worried if I wasn't watching."

    Those first-year students passed out in their seats as if they were hit on the head by an invisible sledgehammer. Some flopped to the ground, others just collapsed on the armrests of their chairs, their tongues sticking out. Most of the onlookers laughed, and Hermione puffed out her chest and strode straight at Fred and George, who were standing there with clipboards with spring clips, watching carefully. Those delirious first-year freshmen.

    Enough! ' Hermione said solemnly to Fred and George, who both looked up in slight surprise.

    "Yeah, you're right," said George, nodding. "That dose seems to be enough, doesn't it?"

    "I told you this morning, don't test your **** on your classmates!"

    "We paid them!" Fred said angrily.

    "I don't care, it could be dangerous!"

    "Bullshit." Fred said.

    "Calm down, Hermione, it'll be alright!" Gwen reassured her, walking among the first-years, stuffing purple candies into them in the mouth.

    "Yeah, look, they're all awake now," said George.

    A few freshmen did start to move. Shocked to see himself lying on the floor or slumped in a chair. Fred and George, after all, hadn't told them what the sugar was for.

    "Feeling okay?" George asked kindly to a small dark-haired girl lying at his feet.

    "I-I think so." The girl said tremblingly.

    "Fantastic," Fred said happily, but then Hermione snatched away his clipboard and the paper bag of stunned candy. "Not fantastic at all!"

    "Sure, they're all still alive, aren't they?" Fred said angrily.

    "You can't do this, in case any of them get seriously ill?"

    "We're not going to make them sick, we've tested these sugars on ourselves, just to see if everyone reacts the same—"

    "If you don't stop doing this, I'm going to—"

    "Punish us into confinement?" Fred said, with a "I'll see if you dare" in his voice.

    "Punish us for writing sentences?" George scoffed. Everyone in the room watching on the side laughed. Hermione kept her body as straight as she could, her eyes narrowed, her shaggy hair seemed to be crackling and flashing.

    "No," she said, her voice trembling slightly with anger, "but I am writing to your mother."

    "You won't," said George, taking a step back from her in shock.

    "Oh, yes. I'll write." Hermione said unequivocally, "I can't stop you from eating these boring things, but you can't give them to first grade. newborn.

    Fred and George looked completely terrified. Obviously, in their view, Hermione's threat was a very insidious move.

    Gwen was also horrified, "You can't threaten them like that, Hermione."

    Hermione was about to turn away when she heard Gwen's words, looking at her in disbelief, "Don't tell me it was your idea, Gwen! I thought you were the only calm one of you. "

    Gwen was a little sad, she really was supposed to be the condenser in the twins' dangerous career, but telling Mrs Weasley—that's a bit too much. She pulled Hermione to the corner of the lounge, "Listen, Hermione. Fred and George have openly recruited volunteers, and they're paying the freshmen, and on top of that, they could have had the elf try out— "

    Hermione looked like a cat about to fry: "They actually—"

    "But they didn't." Gwen hurriedly reassured Hermione, "because they realized there was no difference between an elf and a wizard."

    Hermione was not impressed at all, she asked a few questions: "Gwen, tell me, why are the volunteers Fred and George found all first-year students?"

    Gwen looked away.

    "If you don't want to say it, because the other students know that the Weasley brothers can't eat candy." Hermione said seriously. "Down