Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Cedric is a nice guy.

But he obviously didn't think of or realize these things.

This kind of idea that was too philistine had never been born in his head.

Of course, he just didn't think about it, but he didn't think that this kind of behavior shouldn't exist. On the contrary, seeing Goldstein's reaction, Secreed, who has always been mature and stable, showed a look of shame on his face.

"Sorry, Harry, I might have to go back and get ready." The young badger spat out the words a little ashamedly.

Harry waved his hand to show that he knew.

Goldstein glanced at him, and reminded him, "Digory, you should care more than the reward."

Cedric understood what he meant and shook his head: "No, I think Harry can be trusted."

"Mr. Longbottom is in the fifth grade anyway, and there are special reasons." Goldstein emphasized, "But Miss Granger is also in the fifth grade. You can do it yourself without any convenience because of your girlfriend's status."

Badger hasn't figured it out yet.

He said bluntly to Harry: "Potter, as I said just now, it's just that I'm only in the fifth grade, and I don't have the ability to test the level of the seventh grade, so Mr. Diggory, I really need to trouble you."

"Harry." Cedric said helplessly, "I really should."

Hermione walked to the middle of the room and drew her wand.

Cedric walked over too.

As the best little wizard of Hufflepuff, at the stage of graduating from the seventh grade, the most elite of life, Cedric is very strong, at least at the level of an ordinary Auror, not much different from the current Hermione, but there is a gap between them in terms of combat experience very big.

Badger is the most non-competitive house, and Cedric's few fighting experiences were all three years ago when Slytherin didn't allow Badger to enter the kitchen. Others' duels are mostly toss the spell, and then wave their fists and show their teeth and claws.

In terms of psychological burden, he, a seventh-grade student, is also under greater pressure.

He was always on guard against Hermione getting close, pumping his fist like Neville.

But Hermione is just the most regular way of dueling wizards, spells, transfiguration spells, and even herbs and potions.

Cedric is confident that no matter what, he will not be worse than Hermione, even in terms of herbs, potions, and spells, he is better than Hermione.

final result.

Petrify everything with one blow to end the entire duel.

Harry lifted the spell for him.

Cedric took a deep breath: "Miss Granger is so strong."

Hermione didn't speak, she lowered her head and smiled, and put her hand into her pocket, playing with something like a pocket watch. No matter who spends at least twenty hours a day studying, no matter how big or far the goal is, the distance will shrink . She felt a little secretly happy, like a willow branch with buds sprouting from the lakeside, like a purple eustoma sprouting flower buds, the little vitality is about to flourish.

"It's your lack of experience." Harry shook his head, "Hermione has much more actual combat experience than you."

Secreed shook his numb hand: "I thought I was not bad, it seems that I have worked hard."

Goldstein was stunned.

Is this Gryffindor a bit

If Harry Potter is also in his own college, will he also bring in such a group of outstanding students?

Unfortunately, this is just a thought and cannot become a reality.

They discussed and finalized the specific time, and Cedric repeatedly emphasized that he would collect the money as soon as possible and hand it over to Harry or Hermione.

the next day.

Goldstein and Cedric came over with serious faces, holding a copy of the Daily Prophet in their hands: "Harry, the situation may be a bit bad."

Neville and Ron stepped aside.

The two of them spread the newspaper out in front of Harry.

The front page showed a triumphant Umbridge in pink robes and a must-showy wizard hat, also pink, with Thicknesse standing beside her, applauding her in congratulations.

On the photo is a line of huge text.

"New Chapter! Paving the way for the future of wizarding

According to the report, because the quality of Hogwarts students has continued to decline over the past ten years—and with the detailed comparison chart attached, it can be clearly seen that the proportion of students with good grades in the annual Owls and Newts exams is indeed steadily increasing Decline, in order to save the results of the little wizard gate, but also consider their future.

After detailed discussions, the Ministry of Magic finally issued the "Education Order No. 24", giving Hogwarts senior investigator Umbridge more powers, allowing her to observe other professors' courses, and review and investigate their teaching quality power.

This is the most critical content.

These are followed by several other education orders passed by the Ministry of Magic.

"Education Order No. 10: Prohibition of all objects of no educational value."

"Education Order Eleven: The use of literature written by non-wizards or half-humans at Hogwarts is prohibited."

"Educational Decree No. 12: Forbid boys and girls to be less than six inches apart."

"Education Order No. 22: Pets can only stay in the common room and dormitory, owls can only stay in the owl house, and are not allowed to appear anywhere else."

Hermione squinted her eyes, and said with a strange expression, "Professor Umbridge is so majestic, he even cares about the distance."

"six inches"

"If you really want to line up, you won't even be able to sit down at the table."

Ron poked his head and reminded cautiously: "Hermione, six inches is such a length." He put his thumb and index finger together, and opened the length of a circle.

Hermione turned her head slowly and gave him a slight glance.

Ron jerked his head back immediately.

"I read it this morning." Harry nodded, put down his spoon, and looked at the two of them puzzled, "And then?"

"Will Professor Umbridge know?" Goldstein was worried.

After all, as Hermione said, Umbridge is a troublesome guy who doesn't even care about the "distance between men and women".

She has only been in Hogwarts for a long time, and she issued 24 education orders one after another. What next? there is still half a semester

"What can she do if she knows?" Harry shook his head, "Can she restrain it?"

"Writing something that can't be done is a piece of nonsense."

Harry tapped lightly on the table and waved his wand: "Instead of reading the "Daily Prophet", let's take a look at this book. It is really difficult for Miss Skeeter to collect this news."

With a whoosh—

George flew quavering in his hand.

"Harry, I haven't finished watching." He pinched his waist and grinned.

"Borrow it and return it to you later." Harry waved at him.

The cover of this issue of The Quibbler is exactly the same as the Daily Prophet, with Umbridge's photo on it, of course. The Quibbler has some artistic processing. On the pink hat, there is a huge text "The Selwyn Family" , and a question mark next to her that was bigger than her head.

The content of the article is very simple.

It's really simple, without any exaggerated rhetoric, just an objective introduction to Dolores Umbridge.

For example, she claims to be 5.2 feet tall, but in reality she is only 4.88 feet.

She claims to be the "Selwyn Family", a descendant of a very famous pure-blood family in Great Britain, and has always regarded herself as a pure-blood, but she is only a half-blood wizard, and the most disgusting thing is that in order to shape her identity, she thus Running away from his own father, the poor single old cleaner Alford Umbridge who also worked in the Ministry of Magic.

And her relationship history.

After graduating in 1973 and entering the Ministry of Magic, she has pursued almost all officials in various departments and important positions of the Ministry of Magic, including Fudge. She doesn't care whether the person she pursues is married or not, whether the marriage is happy or not, of course the result is miserable. She has indeed traded some resources in this way, but she has never completed even a marriage, or even a love affair.

The two stood blankly and watched.

The application on the face is complicated, and the world view has been greatly impacted.

"Harry, this." Cedric held the magazine, at a loss, "Although Skeeter did seem to be fair during this time, she"

There was suspicion in his eyes that this was fabricated by Skeeter.

How can people be so shameless!

That's her father!

For the sake of the so-called "face", even his father didn't care. He knew how bad Alford Umbridge was in the Ministry of Magic. No one would treat the ordinary, incompetent, and old cleaner Have a great attitude.

And the concept of love.

How can an innocent student read this kind of text! As long as it is a high-ranking person, she will pursue it. Will there still be love in this?

Goldstein's face was stiff, and the quiver was like a magazine that took away the curse, petrifying his whole body.

"Cedric, I assure you." Harry nodded, his tone serious, "It's all true, and Skeeter isn't lying."

"Actually, although Skeeter is a bit exaggerated, she always writes things lightly before, but she never tells a lie, doesn't she?"

"This article does not contain any emotional color."

Cedric took another look.

There really isn't any personal subjective opinion.

Simplified, each line begins with the year and month, followed by Umbridge's external statement, and the actual truth of Umbridge. Other than that, no judgments, just facts.

"A liar who is full of lies doesn't deserve any respect." Harry stood up, snapped his fingers, and flew back into George's hands with a quaver, "nor should he get any respect."

"I just let people, at least the little wizards of Hogwarts, understand what this Umbridge is."

"At least one cannot be deceived by a pink toad."

Goldstein looked up, rubbing his face.

Cedric nodded thoughtfully.

George and Fred murmured under their breath, sneaking to the teacher's table, trying to persuade Professor McGonagall, who was having breakfast, to leave. They had a grand plan and wanted to put it into practice—they had just asked, Ugh In order to avoid seeing Harry, Mlitch usually came to the auditorium for dinner after nine o'clock.