Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Slytherin's prefect.

If Umbridge hadn't reminded him, he would have almost forgotten his identity.

Umbridge stared, looking at Draco in disbelief.

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Even Slytherin abandoned himself?

Draco straightened his tattered school robes, looked at her politely, and smiled slightly: "Professor Umbridge, I hope you realize what you are doing."

He nodded in greeting, turned and walked out of the office, raised his hand to take off the senior medal, but stopped when his fingers touched the cold edge.

There's nothing wrong with this thing.

He had always prided himself on being a Slytherin.

Thinking of this, he straightened his waist and strode towards the Slytherin lounge.

Tonight, the fight is even more lively.

Madam Pomfrey was nearly injured.

With a big wave of his hand, Umbridge issued two more education orders.

"Education Decree No. 26: Senior investigators have the power to expel any professor who has been assessed as unqualified."

"Education Order No. 27: Groups of three or more are prohibited. Any assembly of three or more groups must be reported to the senior investigator and approved (including the Quidditch team)."

However, her new order received no response.

No one cares about her.

Apart from the fact that the Slytherin Quidditch team were really stupid enough to go to Umbridge and ask her permission, the other three houses didn't take her seriously.

Even the professors.

Except for Trelawney, who had a normal relationship with Harry and really knew that she had no real skills, even Hagrid didn't panic.

Until the new week.

Monday night.

Umbridge was resting in her office, holding her kitten in her arms, and spread out in front of her a row of photos of Hogwarts professors, which she had collected from various magazines.

"Who should I let go this week?" She narrowed her eyes, wondering.

Eyes lingered on Trelawney and Hagrid.

A Trelawney who looks thin and bully, and has a slightly better reputation among the students than herself.

A half-blood giant who has disobeyed his will, but he hasn't noticed it at all, and hasn't even realized that he is a half-blood giant.

The two of them were Umbridge's first choice.

Just when she hesitated.

There was a knock on the office door.

Umbridge didn't react. She had been used to being pushed away when there was some noise at the door. Ever since she came to Hogwarts, except for the first few days, she hadn't gotten respect.

Boom——

The door was knocked again, the sound was urgent.

Only then did she realize that this was a knock on the door, and normal people would knock on the door before entering.

"Come in," Umbridge called sweetly, clearing his throat, and with a flick of his wand, opened the door.

A Slytherin rushed in in a panic: "Professor Umbridge, it's bad."

"Potter, there is also a group of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs gathered in the auditorium!"

"More than three people."

"All the students from grades one to five went."

crowd gathering!

An education order issued by itself.

This word made her stand up.

These damned little wizards!

But "Potter", this sentence begins with the two-syllable word "Potter".

It crushed her shoulders and made her sit back heavily.

"Potter's here?" Her voice was stiff.

Slytherin nodded.

Umbridge took a deep breath and waved his hand: "I see."

Slytherin poked his head: "Professor, aren't you going to stop them? I see that some Slytherins seem to have gone too."

Umbridge took another deep breath, and gave him a stern look: "I'll go later, I still need to make some preparations."

"Then I'll wait for the professor here." The little Slytherin wizard nodded, not only did not leave, but walked into the room.

Umbridge slapped the table: "No need!"

"Go back first, I know the way."

The little Slytherin wizard left Baba aggrieved. He was obviously very considerate of Professor Umbridge, but why did he still receive such treatment.

It's not fair!

Umbridge took a deep breath and picked up the quill heavily. He was not completely without someone who could support him.

In the auditorium.

The long table was moved away, and there were young wizards from the four colleges.

"Malfoy?" Ron keenly caught the dazzling green, "Why are you here?"

Slytherins are the least numerous.

There are only sixteen students in the five grades combined, and there are not even twenty students.

Malfoy glanced at him, and slowly took out a bag of Galleons: "Professor Umbridge's content doesn't make any sense, of course we are eager to learn better knowledge."

"Since I accepted the commission from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, why not accept the commission from Slytherin?"

Ron didn't answer, looking back at Harry.

Malfoy was trembling in his own pocket: "Of course, we are also prepared to pay for the entrustment, two Galleons per person, which should be much richer than theirs."

He threw it forward, into Ron's arms.

With a flick of Ron's wand, the Levitation spell was accurately caught.

"Of course not." Harry nodded.

Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief.

The other Slytherins let out a sigh of relief.

Slytherin had always been at odds with the other three houses. They were used to being excluded, and now they were afraid of being excluded again.

Fortunately not.

Harry didn't speak, stepped aside, and handed the stage to Neville. Neville prepared for today's class for a long time, and asked Hermione many times, even Professor McGonagall. When Professor McGonagall knew that Harry When he was about to teach a fifth-grade little wizard, Mag's face was also full of surprises.

Neville stammered and stammered.

Almost bit my tongue several times.

It was very unbearable, but it was really useful for the little wizards to be able to distinguish the things spit out of Neville's mouth, not to mention that Harry was still sitting aside, writing and drawing something on the parchment. Before the accumulation of dissatisfaction reaches the limit, they dare not have too many complaints.

Regardless of whether the little wizards showed this kind of tolerance on their own initiative or not, this kind of tolerant atmosphere still gave Neville a lot of motivation after all.

His speech became more and more fluent.

The back is also getting straighter and straighter.

What was said also became more organized.

Forty-five minutes passed, and the class was over.

The watch on Neville's wrist was ticking. He heaved a long sigh of relief and clapped his hands lightly: "Okay, the first class is over. Let's rest for ten minutes. After ten minutes, we will continue to the second class."

He stomped heavily and hurriedly stepped off the teacher's seat.

In the corner, a cat that Crookshanks dared not approach nodded in satisfaction.

Aside from this stammering way of speaking, and the dangers that Neville created for himself several times - such as falling on the ground or something, this is a very good lesson.

ten minutes later.

Just when the second class was about to start.

Clang--

The door of the auditorium was pushed open, and Umbridge led a group of Aurors in. The closest to Pink Toad was his old acquaintance, Scrimgeour.

Umbridge never felt that the only people who could support her were Dumbledore, McGonagall, Sprout and other professors. She always remembered clearly that her most important identity was the Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic. Obviously, The one who can support themselves the most is the Ministry of Magic.

She was triumphant and proud.

"Potter, your sweet dreams are over!" Umbridge yelled as soon as he entered the door. "Now stop your grouping and beg me for mercy."

"You have violated too many education orders!"

"And, Miss Granger, get away from Mr. Potter. I said, I mean, that the education order states that healthy relationships between men and women should be kept six inches apart."

All the little wizards looked at her.

Someone noticed the Auror, and their eyes became panicked.

Someone took a deep, tense breath, like Cedric, who was already holding his wand tightly in his hand.

Harry stood up without saying a word, looking at Scrimgeour.

Umbridge followed his gaze and landed on Scrimgeour, feeling even more proud: "See, Potter, if you disobey my orders again, it will be disobedience to the current wizarding world against the Death Eaters." The trend of the times, you are delaying our fight against evil."

She couldn't finish her sentence.

Scrimgeour stuffed his wand back into his pocket, and raised his hands high: "No, Harry, I'm not here to be your enemy this time."

Umbridge was startled, his eyes almost popping out.

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Didn't you come to support yourself?

Why did you disarm and surrender before Potter even said a word?

Scrimgeour didn't even look at Umbridge: "I just came here to collect her body. I don't think you would want to leave such an ugly thing at Hogwarts."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Besides, I have something to say to you and Dumbledore." Scrimgeour looked serious, "It's very important."

"Believe me, Harry, I've always been your friend."

Harry nodded and waved his hand.

Scrimgeour stepped aside.

Harry walked slowly towards Umbridge.

Fen Toad was terrified, and was alone, backing away, about to run away from the door.

With a bang, the door slammed shut.

"You seem a little too carried away." Harry looked straight at her with a calm tone, "Is it because of your position as Deputy Minister of Magic?"

Umbridge almost retorted subconsciously.

Say the phrase "it's the senior deputy minister, not the deputy minister".

"Or do you think the Ministry of Magic can decide everything?" Harry went on.

"Or, do you naively think that the premise of "dealing with Death Eaters" can restrain me like Dumbledore?"

At this point, Harry paused.

He glanced back, glanced at Draco, at Cedric, at Goldstein, and at Ron, smiled slightly, and said softly: "I didn't deal with it before because the timing was not right."

"Thank you so much for coming now."

"Otherwise, I'll have to wait until Friday to catch you."

"So... start voting now."

Harry raised his wand and ejected a huge Hogwarts crest, which floated in the middle of the Great Hall, but it was colorless, white and dull.

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