Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 97 Hogwarts Senior Investigator

A new day has begun, but today is Sunday, there are very few students in the auditorium, most of them are still in bed, and only Hilbert, who is used to getting up early, is eating breakfast.But eating alone at the long table in Slytherin was really lonely. Daphne asked for leave on Friday afternoon to go home to take care of her mother, and suddenly had a high fever.Hilbert simply got up and came to Gryffindor to sit down. Hermione and Harry moved aside, and Hilbert continued to eat the steak.Look at the new daily newspaper.He didn't read the newspaper much at mealtimes, though, so he handed it to Hermione.

Hermione took a sharp breath.She unfolded the newspaper to reveal a large photograph of Dolores Umbridge.She was all smiles, blinking at them once and for all, and it read the headline: Ministry of Magic Seeks Education Reform Dolores Umbridge Appointed First Senior Inquisitor "Umbridge.

"Senior investigator"? said Harry, frowning, and the half-eaten slice of bread slipped from between his fingers. "What does that mean?" Hermione read aloud: In an impromptu operation last night, the Ministry of Magic passed new decrees, giving it unprecedented control over Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"The Minister has been feeling increasingly uneasy about the state of Hogwarts for some time now," said Assistant Minister Percy Shusley. Going in a direction they strongly disapprove of."

It is not the first time in recent weeks that Minister Cornelius Fudge has introduced new ordinances to improve wizarding schools.Not long ago, on August 8th, the "No.30 Education Order No. 20" was passed to ensure that if the current principal cannot provide a candidate for a certain teaching position, the Ministry of Magic will recommend a suitable candidate.

"The Ministry of Magic is showing its ambitions, and he is going to seize power!" Hilbert said suddenly.

"That's how Dolores Umbridge was appointed teacher at Hogwarts," Weasley said last night. "Dumbledore couldn't find anyone, and the Minister appointed Umbridge. Needless to say , she was an immediate success"

"What did she do right away?" Harry said aloud. "Wait, it's not over yet." Hermione said sternly.

"An immediate success, revolutionizing Defense Against the Dark Arts and providing timely live feedback to the Minister on the true state of Hogwarts."

This temporary action was recently made official by the Ministry of Magic's "No.20 Education Order No. [-]", and at the same time created the new position of Hogwarts Senior Inquisitor.

"This is an exciting new step in the Minister's plan to try to rein in the so-called decline in educational standards at Hogwarts," Weasley said. Up to par. Professor Umbridge was offered this position in addition to her teaching role and we are delighted to report that she has readily accepted."

These new measures from the Ministry of Magic have been enthusiastically supported by the parents of Hogwarts students.

"Now I know that Dumbledore will be judged fairly and objectively, I feel more at ease," Mr Lucius Malfoy, 41, said last night at his Wiltshire mansion. Those with the child's interests have been concerned for several years by Dumbledore's erratic decision-making, and are relieved to know that the Ministry of Magic is keeping a close eye on the situation."

The eccentric decisions, no doubt including the appointment of controversial faculty members, have been commented on in this paper, including the hiring of werewolf Remus Lupin, half-giant Rubeus Hagrid, and the fake ex-Auror "Crazy". Eyebrow" Moody even hired an Eastern cult member.

"How dare they call me Master like that?" Hilbert roared angrily.

Of course, rumors abounded that Albus Dumbledore, once President of the International Confederation of Wizards and Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, was no longer able to take on the heavy responsibility of running Hogwarts, a prestigious school.

"I think the appointment of an Inquisitor is the first step in ensuring that Hogwarts has a Headmaster that we can all trust," a Ministry insider said last night.

The elders of the Wizengamot, Grasilda Markbance and Tiberus Ogden, resigned in protest of the appointment of Hogwarts Inquisitors.

"Hogwarts is a school, not an outpost of Cornelius Fudge's office," Mrs Markbance said. "This is an attempt to further discredit Albus Dumbledore and is abhorrent."

Hermione finished reading and looked at Harry and Ron and Hilbert across the table.

"Now I finally know how we got Umbridge! Fudge sent her to us through this 'education order'! Now Fudge gave her the power to check other teachers!" Hermione breathed heavily, her eyes wide open. Glowing brightly, "I can't believe it. This is shameless!"

"I know it's shameless," said Harry.He looked down at his right hand on the table, and saw the faint traces of the words that Umbridge had forced him to carve into his skin.

But Ron had a mischievous smile on his face.

"What's the matter?" Harry and Hermione asked simultaneously, staring at him.

"Oh, I can't wait to see Professor McGonagall get checked," said Ron cheerfully. "Umbridge won't know what's going on if he gets beaten."

At this time, Argus Filch waved his wand and nailed a wooden sign with No. 20 No. [-] Education Order to the wall outside the auditorium.

In the next few days, Umbridge wore pink clothes and carried questionnaires and quills between the classrooms of different professors. The ruined clothes and the sound of goosebumps all over the place echoed here.

"You originally applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship, didn't you, Professor Snape?"

"Yes."

"But you didn't succeed!"

"Obviously." "Pfft..." Ron, what do you mean by laughing?

As a result, at the moment Umbridge left, Professor Snape picked up a potions textbook and hit the red-haired head!
"In Charms class, what Professor Flitwick hates the most is when people ask him if he has elf blood and height." But here at Umbridge, you have to tell the truth.

"I just have a question. How many years have you been doing this? Professor Trelawney."

"It's been five years."

"Oh, that's very long, please give me a prophecy."

"Ah?"

"Just a little?"

Professor Trelawney was still standing dumbfounded, and then Umbridge left a very poor mark on Divination on the scale.

"Oh, wait, I saw it, endless darkness, in your future..."

"very good."

Of course not all professors dared to speak out against Umbridge.Professor McGonagall is the one.

It was Wednesday, when they finished Charms class and packed up their things to go to the Transfiguration classroom, they accidentally found Professor Umbridge sitting in a corner holding her clipboard.Harry sat down next to Ron, followed by Hilbert and Daphne.

"Great," Ron whispered, as they took their usual seats, "let's see what Umbridge does to himself."

Professor McGonagall strode into the classroom. Judging from her expression, she seemed to be completely unaware of Professor Umbridge's existence.

"Okay," she said, and the room immediately fell silent. "Mr. Finnigan, please come here and pass on your homework. Miss Brown, please take this box of mice. Don't be so silly, girl, they won't bite you." Yes, give each student one!"

"Cough, cough." Professor Umbridge coughed, the same stupid cough she used to interrupt Dumbledore on the first night of school.Professor McGonagall pretended not to hear.Seamus sent Harry's paper back to him.Harry didn't look at him, took the paper, and was relieved to see that he had finally gotten an 'A'.

"Okay, students, please listen carefully - Dean Thomas, if you toss that mouse like that again, I will put you in confinement - now, most of the students can successfully cast the disappearing spell to make the snail disappear , even those? Students who still have a little snail shell left have mastered the gist of the spell. Today, we're going to-"

"Cough, cough." Professor Umbridge coughed.

"What?" said Professor McGonagall, turning around, her two eyebrows gathered together, forming a long, forbidding straight line.

"Professor, I just want to know if you have received my note notifying the date and time of the investigation into your class—"

"Obviously I did, otherwise I would have asked you what you were doing in my classroom." Professor McGonagall said decisively and turned her back to Professor Umbridge.Many students exchanged joyful glances. "As I said earlier: today, we're going to practice the harder Rat Vanishing Charm. Well, here, the Vanishing Charm—"

"Cough, cough."

"I don't understand," Professor McGonagall said coldly, turning to Professor Urmridge, "how can you understand my usual teaching methods if you keep interrupting me? You know , When I speak, I generally don’t allow others to speak.”

Professor Umbridge looked like someone had been slapped.She didn't speak, but just straightened the parchment on the writing board and scribbled in anger.

Professor McGonagall looked indifferent, and said to the class again: "I just said: the disappearing spell, as the animals that need to disappear become more and more complex, it is also becoming more and more difficult to master. The snail is an invertebrate Animals, are not very challenging, and rats are mammals, so they are much more demanding. This is not magic you can do with dinner in your head. Alright - you already know the spell, let me See how you are doing?"

"She also taught me not to lose my temper with Umbridge!" Harry said to Ron in a low voice, but with a mischievous smile on his face-his resentment towards Professor McGonagall disappeared in an instant.

Professor Umbridge didn't follow Professor McGonagall up and down the room like she did in Professor Trelawney's class, maybe she realized that Professor McGonagall would not allow it.She just sat in the corner and wrote down on the clipboard. When Professor McGonagall finally asked the whole class to pack up and leave the class, she stood up with a scary face.

"Hey, here it goes." Ron said, picking up a long, writhing mouse tail, and throwing it into the box Lavender passed.

The students filed out of the classroom one by one.Hilbert saw Professor Umbridge walking towards the podium.He stabbed Daphne, Daphne stabbed Hermione again, Hermione held Harry, Harry held Ron and the five of them deliberately stayed behind to eavesdrop.

"How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?" asked Professor Umbridge.

"It will be thirty-nine years this December," replied Professor McGonagall stiffly, snapping the bag shut.

Professor Umbridge made a few notes.

"Very well," she said, "you will have the results of your investigation within ten days."

"I can't wait," said Professor McGonagall, with the utmost indifference, and strode towards the door. "Come on, you five," she said, pushing Harry, Ron, and Hermione forward.

Harry couldn't help giving her a small smile, and he was pretty sure Professor McGonagall smiled back at him too.

Instead, Hilbert gave Umbridge a look as he passed by.Hilbert originally wanted to give her a contempt, but Umbridge understood that he supported her!
In the middle of the night, Hilbert, who happened to be on duty tonight, saw Harry, who hadn't returned all night, on the patrol road. His hands were bleeding continuously, and the scarf covering his hands was stained with blood.Through the faint firelight, Hilbert saw "I must not lie" vaguely engraved on the back of his hand!
"Harry!" Hill called out to him.

"I just came back from confinement."

"I see, you come with me."

Hilbert took Harry to the prefect's duty room, found a bowl of yellow liquid and pushed it in front of him. "Dip your hands in it. It's a strained and pickled sap of the antennae of a Mortla rat. It should do the trick." Then he found a tube of brown powder from the bedside box.It said "golden sore medicine" and handed it to Harry, "After you feel better, wipe off and apply some golden sore medicine. It will probably be fine the next day." After finishing speaking, Hilbert continued to patrol.

The next day, when Hilbert passed a corner with almost no one there, he heard a familiar voice.

"I still think you should talk about it," Ron whispered.

"No." Harry said flatly.

"McGonagall would be mad with rage if she found out—"

"Yeah, she probably will," said Harry, "but who knows how long it will be before Umbridge passes another decree that anyone who has a problem with the High Inquisitor will be fired immediately?"

Ron opened his mouth to refute, but he didn't say anything. After a while, he closed his mouth again, looking downcast.

"She's a horrible woman," whispered Hermione. "Horrible. You know what I was telling Ron when you came in? We've got to do something about her."

"I suggest poison," said Ron solemnly. "No! I mean, we were talking about what a terrible teacher she was, and we couldn't learn anything about Defense Against the Dark Arts from her," said Hermione. "Well, what can we do then," said Ron, yawning. "It's too late, isn't it? She's got the job and is meant to stay here. Fudge will make sure of it."

"Well," said Hermione hesitantly, "I see, I was thinking today??" She gave Harry a nervous look before continuing, "I was thinking maybe we should just do it ourselves ..."

"You three, come out! What are you doing? Two prefects conspired to kill the professor!"

"Hilbert, it's not that you misheard, uh...wait...why didn't I think of it?" Hermione laughed suddenly.

"Well, let's learn Defense Against the Dark Arts ourselves," said Hermione.

"Learn Defense Against the Dark Arts by yourself!"

"Stop that nonsense," Ron grumbled. "You're trying to burden us? Don't you know that Harry and I have another pile of homework left behind and we're only in our second week?"

"But it's much more important than homework!" said Hermione.

Harry and Ron stared at her with wide eyes.

"I don't think there's anything in the world more important than homework!" said Ron.

"Don't be silly, of course there are," said Hermione, and Harry couldn't help but feel ominous when he saw her face suddenly light up with the usual frantic passion she showed for SPEw. "I mean, like Harry said in Umbridge's first class, we have to be ready for whatever is going to be waiting for us out there. I mean, we have to make sure we can actually protect ourselves .If we learn nothing for a whole year—”

"There's not much we can do ourselves," said Ron in a disheartened tone. "I mean, yes, we can find some jinxes in the library and practice ourselves, I think—"

"No, I think we're past the stage where we only learn things from books," said Hermione. "We need a teacher, a proper teacher, who can teach us how to use spells, and if we don't do it right, You can also correct us."

"If you're talking about Lupine?" Harry broke off.

"No, no, I'm not talking about him," said Hermione, "he's busy with the Order of the Phoenix all day, and the most we'll see him is when we go to Hogsmeade for the weekend, and that's far not enough."

"So who is it?" Harry frowned at her.

Hermione let out a deep breath.He looked at Hilbert.

"You're not talking about me, are you?" Hilbert took a few steps back and said.

"That's right, it's you! Didn't I go to the library of the Shafik family with you when I was a child? You must have remembered that you are the best in Defense Against the Dark Arts in the whole year. And you, Slater Lin still has the right to enter the restricted area to read, and you will teach us. I think he is the best person!"

"Uh, it's not impossible for me to teach you. It's more than enough to teach a few of you. If I teach a large group of you, it's a bit difficult. I need your full help. Can I do it?"

"can!"

"Well, in fact, I also had the idea of ​​forming an organization to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts. Now I plan that Harry Ron will be responsible for selecting the number of people, and Hermione, you can communicate with them and let them join voluntarily. I will find the teacher Candidates go, I'm in charge of Slytherin, Daphne will definitely not refuse, so I need her."

"Remember, this is not a child's play, this is an important event!"

(End of this chapter)