Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

There was a loud bang.

Faster than the wind and snow outside the castle.

"Scrimgeour?" Sirius turned his head to look, "What are you going to do?"

The director of the Auror Office took a deep breath: "Sirius, I'm sorry, but I still want to inform you that according to the relevant legal provisions of the Ministry of Magic, the Auror Office will arrest you now."

After his words fell, the whole classroom fell into a strange atmosphere.

arrest?

Sirius looked at him in disbelief: "Scremgeour, are you crazy? You want to catch me?"

My current identity is a professor at Hogwarts.

"An order from the Ministry of Magic, they feel that you may still be involved with the Death Eaters." Scrimgeour spread his hands and said something unbelievable.

Sirius' tone was even more terrifying: "Are you really crazy, me? A Death Eater?"

Scrimgeour shook his head: "Of course I don't believe it either, but this is an order from above, and there is nothing I can do about it."

As he said that, he paused: "Sirius, since we are acquaintances and for Harry's sake, I'm here. I hope you can cooperate. Of course. Of course, the Ministry of Magic will return your innocence soon."

"Are you making me believe in the Ministry of Magic?" Sirius sneered, "Scremgeour, are you more naive than me?"

Scrimgeour opened his mouth, and was about to speak.

Harry stood up with cold eyes and a calm tone: "Mr. Scrimgeour, we are in class now."

"It's Defense Against the Dark Arts for fifth year, and you know what that means."

"go out."

Several Aurors subconsciously exited the classroom, their feet were shaking.

Scrimgeour took a deep breath: "Harry, I know you've always disliked the Ministry of Magic, but this time it's different."

"It's not just me."

"Minister Thickness is also here. It's wartime, and all uneasy factors must be removed."

Harry nodded at the table: "Mr Scrimgeour, don't you understand what I'm saying?"

"go out."

Scrimgeour gritted his teeth: "But I want to bring Sirius."

"I don't think you can." Harry shook his head.

"Dumbledore will agree." Scrimgeour said softly, "Minister Thicknesse has rushed to persuade Professor Dumbledore."

"At the regular meeting this morning, the Ministry of Magic has already voted. During this special period, the Ministry of Magic will control Hogwarts. Sirius is just the beginning. In fact, every professor in Hogwarts must Those who are interrogated by the Ministry of Magic, but only related to the Death Eaters, will be first."

"Really?" Harry asked him back, "but now, get out."

He raised his hand and made a seal.

Alder poured out gently.

Pushing Scrimgeour and the Aurors behind him out of the room, flicked his wand again, and slammed it shut.

"Class." Harry looked at Sirius who hadn't reacted yet, and reminded him.

Sirius was stunned.

He nodded and went about his normal class.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was the last session on Monday. After the class was over, the little wizards walked out of the classroom, just in time for the hall on the next floor, in time for dinner.

"What does the Ministry of Magic think?" Ron frowned. "Or, is Sirius actually affected by something?"

It was the "curse in Defense Against the Dark Arts" he was referring to.

certainly

The students at Hogwarts don't know if this rumor is true, but they have always said so—after all, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts class has always been troubled by disasters, and it has been like this for a long time, especially in these years , and replace one every year. Obviously, among these subjects at Hogwarts, the most dangerous is the Protection of Fantastic Beasts class.

But in the past few decades, it has only changed one professor.

The replacement professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts can be pulled out to play a Quidditch World Cup.

"I don't know if Snape was approached by them." Harry looked up at the teacher's seat, but no professor came over yet.

Ron's face suddenly became bright: "Professor Snape is much more difficult to deal with than Sirius."

"I wish Scrimgeour had found him sooner."

"Professor Snape is very wrong today. I feel that if he encounters him, he will definitely be in big trouble."

Harry picked up the pumpkin juice and took a sip: "Hand, he took his hand back."

Ron was taken aback.

After thinking about it carefully, I realized, yes, hand! After more than a year, they were all used to Snape with only one arm, thinking that he would never connect that arm, but they didn't expect that after more than a year, he would still put it on, but if so, what would happen at that time? directly attach the arm

etc.

"Harry, could it be that he went to see him?" Ron thought of the above, his expression suddenly became terrified, he moved his head closer, and lowered his voice, "Although, although you have always believed in Professor Snape."

"But don't you think this is strange?"

"He hasn't had his arm in over a year, Harry, he must be seeing his master again, you have to."

He in the words pointed to two people.

Hermione understood Ron and looked at Harry with the same concern.

"I know." Harry nodded, his expression unchanged, "Don't worry."

Ron tilted his head, struggling to understand.

Hermione had a tacit understanding and understood something.

The sound of hasty footsteps outside the hall came, rattling, very scattered, some familiar and relatively less familiar.

Harry looked up.

In a field of professors, surrounded by a pink toad.

Dumbledore walked beside her, talking to her.

The three meals at Hogwarts, excluding the banquet, are usually served within a certain period of time. Some people are willing to eat earlier and others are willing to eat later. If you miss this time period, you have to learn how to find the kitchen. If you can't find it, the only option is to be hungry.

Today is an exception.

The four deans made additional notices, so that every student rushed over.

After six o'clock, all the students arrived.

Dumbledore stood up and pushed his glasses: "I'm sorry, it will be the hardest time for everyone on Monday"

He hadn't even finished his opening remarks.

Cough cough cough!

A sweet cough interrupted him.

"Principal Dumbledore, let me tell the story." The pink toad woman stood up, a little shorter than when she sat down, she quickly realized this, and sat down again, "After all, you are Hogg The principal of Watts, and the next series of orders are all from the Ministry of Magic."

Dumbledore didn't speak, just waved his hand: "Okay, then, Ms. Umbridge, please."

Umbridge took out his wand and pointed it at his throat: "Hi everyone, we meet again."

"I think many people have an impression of me. We met just last year, when I was also a referee for the Triwizard Tournament."

"Now I want to introduce myself to the new students. I am Dorelos Umbridge, the Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic, and I also serve as-" She said this, with a pleasant smile, with an unclear tone, "High Hogwarts Inquisitor."

"You can call me Ms. Umbridge, but of course I prefer you to call me Professor Umbridge."

She paused, as if expecting the students' reactions, but the little wizards all looked at him expressionlessly, and many Gryffindors frowned.

This guy.

Why is it more verbose than Professor Dumbledore.

And the voice is so ugly-at least Professor Dumbledore's voice is not bad.

"It seems that you are very surprised." Umbridge found the look of expectation on the faces of several first-year young wizards, and smiled softly, "Isn't Hogwarts full of professors? Why is there still a new student?" Professor?"

"I regret to inform you."

"Your Professor Black, because he is suspected of collaborating with Death Eaters, he will be temporarily detained for interrogation, and I will take over the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, so..."

Harry stood up: "Dumbledore, do you agree?"

"Mr. Potter, I understand," Umbridge said sweetly.

"Shut up, I didn't talk to you." Harry waved his hand and interrupted him forcefully, his eyes resting on Dumbledore.

"Harry, come to my office later." Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, "We'll talk about it then."

Harry sneered and looked at Umbridge: "I didn't agree to change the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"Mr. Potter, fifty points will be deducted." Umbridge grinned happily, "Because you contradicted the professor and disregarded the orders of the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Potter, you are just a little wizard."

"Is it?"

Harry looked at her calmly.

"Maybe, you remember my name."

"Perhaps, you remember what title the Ministry of Magic once gave me?"

"Ms Umbridge, do you think I am qualified?"

Umbridge didn't speak. He gritted his teeth with a stern face, not daring to meet Harry's eyes. hat of.

"What Albus thinks, I don't care, and I don't care." Harry waved his hand, and patted Hermione on the shoulder lightly, "But Hogwarts not only has him, but also me, I will give you time to confess."

"Don't challenge me again and again."

"Albus is losing face."

Hermione stood up.

Ron stood up too.

They walked up the grand staircase.

"Potter, are you going against the Ministry of Magic, against the unanimous opinion of the wizarding world?" Umbridge shouted loudly.

Harry didn't look back: "It was you first."

He waved his hands and left.

The Gryffindors sat quietly. They didn't know why Harry and Umbridge were suddenly so tense, but soon the balance in their hearts began to shift. They don't like this pink toad-like woman. Although Professor Black is a bit reckless, he is indeed a good professor.

Besides, it's Harry.

The little lions were silent, got up one by one, and left the auditorium without a word.

This is Gryffindor, vote against, and of course the lions will follow the lion king.

The Hufflepuffs were commotioning.

Someone tries to get up and leave.