Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Wait for Umbridge to arrive.

In the auditorium, there were only some young wizards who had no class in the morning, and they were still eating slowly. The young ones were all under the age of fifteen, looking at the teacher's seat curiously, and discussing in whispers.

George and Fred left long ago, but they put a crystal ball on the Gryffindor long table and told the elves not to take it away.

They also have transfiguration classes.

Professor McGonagall's class can't be escaped no matter what.

Umbridge walked proudly.

Every student who met her on the road had a dementor-like expression on her face, reluctantly but politely greeted her.

Anyone who did not say hello.

She would cough several times with her throat closed, call the man back, and ask him why he didn't say hello to the professor?

But as soon as she entered the auditorium, her footsteps stopped.

The banner hanging behind the teacher's seat is too eye-catching.

The exquisite red silk runs across the entire auditorium. From left to right, there are exquisite cartoon pictures on it. It is a pink toad chasing a strange creature with a pig's head and a human body. Worry and fear, and a very conspicuous name in bronzing.

"Congratulations on the twenty-first anniversary of Ms. Dolores Umbridge going after Mr. Cornelius Fudge!"

This made her triumphant expression collapse immediately.

Looking at it in disbelief, he subconsciously held his breath.

"Who is it!" Her body was trembling, and her voice trembled, "Who is playing a prank on the professor?"

"Professor, it's George and Fred from Gryffindor." A Slytherin immediately responded to her.

Umbridge glared at him and reprimanded sharply, "Why don't you stop them."

The Slytherin blinked innocently.

He was only a little taller than Umbridge, only 5.2 inches. He was a kid from a lower grade. Even the senior Slytherin students were no match for the Weasley brothers, let alone a kid like him?

Umbridge was obviously aware of this problem after cursing, took a deep breath, and clapped his hands lightly: "Then help quickly, and break up this prank on the professor!"

"All of you, come."

She stretched out her hand skillfully, counting the names of several people, all of them were students of Slytherin - as an old school sister, the only ones who could listen to her a little bit were the students of Slytherin.

Not very old, about the same size as her.

The banner was hung so high by George and Fred that Umbridge couldn't reach it with a stool.

It's useless even if you touch it.

Glued on with special glue by George and Fred is a new prank prop that can only be undone by their special antidote.

Umbridge tried many spells, no matter the disappearing spell, the levitation spell, or even the smashing spell and the fire spell, it didn't work.

When she was in school, she was pretty good, but she was still not as good as George and Fredby, not to mention that after she joined the Ministry of Magic, she was only thinking about how to climb up, and the connection with the spell gradually became less and less. The curse makes it easy.

She worked hard for several hours, and she couldn't take down the banner until the students who had lunch at noon rushed over.

We had to hastily remove the tablecloth from the teacher's bench to cover up the banner.

Umbridge gritted his teeth and looked at the Gryffindor table.

There were already many little wizards coming and going, but the people she most wanted to see, George and Fred, were not there.

"Very well, Gryffindor is going too far." Umbridge took a deep breath, stepped bluntly, walked to the lion's table, stared, and said viciously, "Gryffindor One hundred points deducted for playing a prank on the professor!"

"Then, say to the two Mr. Weasleys, from this evening, to confinement in my office! It will last for a whole month."

The little lions responded slowly.

"And, why is this news edited like this!" Umbridge gritted his teeth even more.

The Slytherin who was following her poked her head: "It's because the gibberish said so."

"A quiver? Did you say that?" Umbridge tilted his head back, turned his head hastily, and before his body could catch up, there was an extremely crisp click, "What's going on?"

Slytherin replied softly, "There's a gossip about you in the Quibbler."

"Gossip?" She glared.

The little wizard was startled, with those eyes and the big mouth, he thought he was going to be swallowed: "Yes."

"Where are the magazines?" Umbridge held out his stubby palm.

The little wizard shook his head: "I haven't."

Umbridge immediately turned his head to look at the little wizard of Gryffindor, and also extended his hand: "Where are the magazines?"

"Neither have we." The little wizards of Gryffindor shook their heads immediately, their attitudes were very firm.

Umbridge took out his wand and waved it lightly: "Fly around!"

There was no movement in the schoolbags of the little wizards.

Really not!

Before George and Fred left, they carefully warned the group of young wizards, took away their magazines, and asked them to inform their friends that they must not come here with a quibbler.

Umbridge looked at the other Gryffindors.

Wave your wand.

Fly around!

The other little lions didn't slack off this magazine either, they were like really good babies.

It took several rounds before she found the Quibbler with a huge picture of her on a Hufflepuff.

Open it and have a look.

Her heart suddenly turned cold.

It's over!

She thought it was just her pursuit of Fudge, at worst, the news of her pursuit of officials from the Ministry of Magic was leaked, but she didn't really care about it, it was something that everyone in the Ministry of Magic knew, and she didn't feel shy, a woman like her How could it be possible to feel shy?

But this is not just the "peachy" lace news that I thought.

And her past.

The identity of a half-blood wizard, his extremely contemptuous father

All exposed!

The deepest, most extreme secrets I have hidden are all exposed!

"How could there be such a disgraceful report! Slander! Rumors!" Umbridge threw the Quibbler to the ground, kicked a few times, and stared at the Hufflepuff while kicking. "If you don't study hard, you know how to watch such crooked things all day long, what's the use of it!"

"Can you improve your academic performance?"

"These are untrue, meaningless things!"

She became more and more angry.

He waved his wand and pointed at the magazine.

To pieces!

Hufflepuff looked at the magazine aggrieved - his own eight nuts!

The magazine shattered and turned into confetti, blown away and drifted away.

This is not enough to relieve one's anger.

Umbridge waved his wand.

The flames are blazing!

Whirlwind sweep!

He didn't even want to leave the whole body in that magazine.

"As for you, come to my confinement tonight for a month!" Umbridge gritted his teeth, "You little wizard who has no manners and listens to the wind and rain!"

Hufflepuff had tears in his eyes.

Umbridge took a deep breath, ignoring his meal, and stepped out of the auditorium. He couldn't stay any longer, and if he stayed any longer, he would have to meet Harry.

that night.

A new notice was posted on the notice board in front of the lobby.

"Education Order No. 25: Prohibit anyone from carrying "The Quibbler"."

George and Fred were carried by Professor McGonagall and tore down the banner. Umbridge complained to her several times today, but she couldn't pretend that she couldn't see it.

Hermione sneered as she listened to the discussion of the people next to her, "She's in a hurry."

"Ha, I just chatted with Ravenclaw in the Protection of Magical Creatures class." Ron grabbed a lamb chop, gnawed on it, and continued, "Umbridge will go to Hufflepuff at noon today. There was a wave of confiscation in the Qi common room, and more than 30 copies were confiscated."

"Hufflepuff whimpered."

Harry nodded: "It seems that when we go back later, we have to visit Professor Umbridge."

Ron was stunned and lost his mind for a moment. The lamb chop in his mouth was snatched by Crookshanks. He didn't care about it, and it was impossible to snatch it back. He asked in surprise, "Why?"

"I didn't recognize her as a professor at Hogwarts, so she has no right to confiscate the students' belongings." Harry shook his head, "Of course I want her to return them to the students."

Ron was thoughtful: "Then why not just drive her away?"

"Why?" Harry asked him back.

Ron was taken aback again: "Didn't she be recognized as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"I haven't had enough fun yet." Harry shook his head. "For Dumbledore's sake, I have been holding back my temper. After holding it in for so long, I feel very uncomfortable. Of course, I have to take revenge."

"and"

"The Ministry of Magic is not to be trusted."

"They still take the Ministry too seriously now."

Wolves are very vengeful creatures.

So do lions, and so do griffins.

They discussed quietly.

Cedric came over with a embarrassed face: "Harry."

"Having trouble raising money?" Harry waved his hand, "It's okay, we can issue the IOU first, and then charge the interest normally."

Cedric shook his head: "No, it's a contrarian thing, Professor Umbridge at noon today."

Harry nodded and interrupted him: "I heard about it."

Cedric paused, and then continued: "A few young wizards have been punished and confined by Professor Umbridge. I want to ask if you can help them?"

"Should I tell Umbridge not to punish them for confinement?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

Cedric nodded: "One month of confinement is punished just because of a magazine, which is really too much."

"Of course, you can." Harry nodded. "Even if you don't come to me, I will do almost the same thing."

"Night? When, I'll go with you." Cedric took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

Harry gave him a deep look: "Since you came to me, it proves that you know what I want to do."

"Although it was the Ministry of Magic, and it was also to fight against the Death Eaters, they did something wrong with Hogwarts." Cedric said in a less calm tone, "It shouldn't be like this, just because a magazine punishes a Moon, this is too much."

"It's not about you alone, Harry."

"I'm the president of the Boys' Student Council."