HP Magic Biography

Thank you, Headmaster, said Umbridge... well, let's call it a professor, Professor Umbridge smirked, for giving us a welcome speech.

Her voice was high again, jerky and girlish, and Harry couldn't explain a surge of disgust; all Harry knew was that he hated everything about her: from her stupid voice to her fluffy pink hair. cardigan sweater.

It's hard to imagine what it's like for a ten-year-old witch wearing pink clothes to communicate with you in a very girly way, anyway, most people can't bear it.

This is not aimed at anyone... Well, it is aimed at Umbridge. Anyway, the first impression of Hogwarts is not very good. Fan Lin can tell from the expressions of the people next to him, as if Ate... the same disgusting.

However, Umbridge has this style, and she would not belittle herself so much. It can be said that completely ignoring this attitude is just one thing for a qualified politician... It belongs to sitting down, which is a basic operation. sense of sight.

Umbridge coughed again and continued. Well, I must say it's nice to be back at Hogwarts! she said with a grin, showing her very prominent teeth, and to see so many happy little faces!

Harry glanced around. Not a single face he saw was pleasant. Instead, they all looked like they were five years old again.

She graduated from Hogwarts? Harry asked.

Perhaps, anyway, I can't guess where the Sorting Hat will sort her. Fan Lin shook his head, knowing little about Umbridge's past, this woman should be of mixed race, which does not fit Slytherin's Admissions Criteria.

However, who can guarantee that the current pure-blood families are not mixed?

It should be said that this woman hides perfection.

I'm dying to get to know each of you, and, I'm sure we'll be great friends! Umbridge let out a very short laugh, which felt strange to match the content, as if she had forced herself to Like something coming out of your throat.

The students exchanged glances; some were almost laughing.

As long as I don't borrow her cardigan, I'm willing to be her friend, Parvati whispered to Lavender, and they both giggled.

Professor Umbridge cleared her throat again, but when she spoke again some of the urgency dropped from her voice. Now her words came in a dry voice.

The Ministry of Magic has always believed in the importance of educating young wizards and witches.

The precious gift that comes with your birth will be for naught without careful education and knowledge. The ancient and unique skills of the wizarding organization must be passed on to future generations, lest they be lost. The treasures of magical knowledge discovered by our ancestors must be guarded, replenished and perfected, and it is the noble teachers who bear this responsibility. Professor Umbridge paused here, and bowed slightly to his colleagues, but none of the teachers returned the salute.

Professor McGonagall's black eyebrows have been retracted, so she looks like an eagle, and Harry clearly saw Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape exchange a meaningful look, as if only Dumbledore There was a slight nod, while Professor Umbridge cleared his throat again and continued his speech.

The successive Headmasters of Hogwarts have brought something new to the onerous task of administering this historic school. And that is a matter of course, for without progress stagnates and rots. Still, the interest in progress for the sake of progress It has to stop, the traditions we strive for and test are often perfect. Then it’s a balance between old and new, timelessness and change, tradition and innovation.”

Harry found that his attention was drifting away, as if his brain was slackening and drifting away. The silence that had prevailed in the Great Hall when Dumbledore spoke was now broken again, with the students putting their heads together, whispering and giggling.

Over at the Ravenclaw table, Cho was chatting animatedly with her friends. A few seats away from Qiu, Luna took out her magazine again.

Meanwhile, at the Hufflepuff table, Annie McClane was one of the few students who was still staring at Professor Umbridge, but with eyes so glazed that Harry was sure he was just pretending to listen, To keep that gleaming prefect badge on his chest.

And Slytherin's is more direct, they don't look at Umbridge at all, Harry sees Laura talking to the girl next to him, and Malfoy talking to Perkins.

No one was interested in what Umbridge had to say, like hearing a joke about the Ministry of Magic's educational decisions at Hogwarts?

And Professor Umbridge seemed completely oblivious to the rowdy audience below. Harry even thought that if a major commotion could break out right under her nose, maybe she could stop her tirade.

However, those teachers were listening carefully, and Hermione was also carefully understanding every word she said, although from the expression, Hermione did not agree with some of her points of view.

Because some changes are good, so they follow suit, for a long time, these are seen as errors of judgment. At the same time, some old habits will be retained, and because of this, other habits, those that are outdated What is old and what is old should be abolished. So, let us move forward and enter a new era of openness, efficiency and responsibility, keep what should be kept, improve what needs to be improved, and modify what we find in practice should be banned Yes. She finally sat down.

Dumbledore began to applaud. All the teachers applauded along with Dumbledore, but Harry saw a few teachers give only a token clap or two before stopping.

A few students also applauded a few times, but most of the students didn't realize the end of the speech, and didn't listen to a few words at all. By the time they reacted to applauding, Dumbledore was on his feet for the first time.

Thank you very much Professor Umbridge, very enlightening speech, said Dumbledore, bending over. Now listen to me, the Quidditch preliminaries will be held... and more things will be announced after the specific implementation...

Yes, the speech was certainly illuminating, said Hermione in a low voice.

You're not going to tell us you liked the speech, are you? Ron said, rolling Hermione's eyes. That was the most boring speech I've ever heard, and I grew up with Percy.

You didn't understand what Hermione meant, Ron. Fan Lin said.

I said enlightening, not that I liked it, said Hermione. This speech explained a lot of things.

Really? said Ron in surprise. Sounds as boring as waffles to me.

There's something important hiding behind the boring speech, said Hermione gravely.

What is it? Ron was at a loss.

As for 'progress must be restricted for the sake of progress', there is also the phrase 'modify everything that is found to be prohibited in practice'.

Well, what does that mean? Ron said impatiently.

I'll tell you what that means, said Hermione through gritted teeth. It means the Ministry of Magic is interfering in Hogwarts matters.

This set off a shock among them; Dumbledore had apparently called the meeting adjourned, as everyone was preparing to leave the Great Hall. Hermione jumped to her feet, looking furious.

One of Fudge's methods. Fan Lin said, Breaking the independence of Hogwarts, there is no doubt that students who go out of Hogwarts, in some respects, are more inclined to Hogwarts when faced with choices. Gwartz.

As Fan Lin spoke, he stood up, but then Fan Lin paused, and then sat back down with peace of mind.

Ron! We should lead the new students!

Oh, yes, said Ron, apparently forgetting that, hey-hey-, you're left behind! Dwarf!

Ron!

Well, they, they're small...

I know, but you can't call them dwarves! They're first-years! Hermione shouted along the table, This way, please! A group of freshmen walked shyly to Gryffindor and Hufflepuff House Among the long tables, no one is willing to stand at the head.

They looked really small; Harry couldn't remember looking so childish when he came to Horwarts. He grinned at the new student. A flushed little boy standing next to Euan was visibly stunned; he elbowed Euan and whispered something in his ear. Euan looked equally frightened, and looked at Harry with a look of terror that made Harry feel like a fool on his smiling face.

Goodbye, he said gloomily to Ron and Hermione, let's go.

Oh, I'll take a while. Fan Lin shook his head and said.

Oh, well... Harry looked a bit downcast, and then he walked out of the hall by himself, doing his best to ignore more gossip, people staring and pointing as he passed.

Harry kept his eyes straight ahead as he made his way through the crowd to the hall door, and once out of the hall he sprinted up the marble stairs. There was one or two small pauses in the middle, and then more people were pulled down.

He hadn't meant to be so stupid, and his mind annoyed even more as he made his way through the ever-emptier stairway. Of course everyone would be staring at him; two months ago he had knocked out his rivals and emerged from the maze of the Triwizard Tournament to declare that Voldemort had been resurrected. He didn't have time to explain last term before everyone went home - even he wanted to tell the whole school the full details of the horror in that tomb.

Harry had reached the Gryffindor common room at the end of the corridor and was blocked in front of a portrait of the Fat Lady when he realized he didn't know the new password yet.

En he said darkly. The fat lady was smoothing out the folds of her pink satin and looking at him sharply.

No entry without a password, she said haughtily.

Harry, I know the password! someone gasped behind him. Harry looked back and it was Neville. Guess what's the new password? I actually remember it once I hear it - he said, shaking the potted plant he had shown on the train, Mimbrass Mimbretonia!

Correct, said the Fat Lady, and her portrait moved away like a door, leaving a circular hole in the wall behind through which Harry and Neville could now climb. The Gryffindor common room was as popular as ever, a cozy turret-shaped room filled with damaged soft armchairs and old rickety tables. A fire was blazing in the fireplace, and a few people were warming themselves before going to bed; on the other side of the room, Fred and George were attentively assembling something.

Harry greeted them and headed straight to the boys' dormitory; he was in no mood for conversation at the moment. Neville followed behind him. Dun Thomas and Seamus Finnigan had already arrived in the bedroom first, and had posted posters and various photographs on the wall beside the bed.

They were talking, but stopped when Harry opened the door and walked in. Harry now doubted what they were talking about, and he also doubted whether he was suffering from paranoia.

Hello, Harry said, walking to his suitcase and opening it.

Hello, Harry, Thomas said, putting up two West Ham posters, how was your holiday?

Not too bad, grumbled Harry, who had actually spent most of his vacation catching up with friends, which he didn't want to face now. How are you?

Yes, I'm fine, Thomas chuckled. Anyway, according to what he just told me, it's better than Seamus.

Why, what's going on, Seamus? Neville asked as he placed his potted plant on the bedside table.

Seamus didn't answer right away; he was checking that the poster of his favorite Quidditch team was straight. Then he turned his back on Harry and said, My mother won't let me come back to school anymore.

What? Harry asked, pulling his robes out.

She won't let me go back to Hogwarts. Seamus walked away from the poster and dragged out his pajamas, but still didn't look at Harry.

But—why? said Harry in surprise. He knew Seamus' mother was a witch herself, and there was no way she could have misunderstood wizards, so why would she act like the Dudleys? Seamus didn't answer until he buttoned up his pajamas.

Well, he said in a tentative tone, I guess it's because of you.

What do you mean? Harry asked immediately. His heartbeat quickened, and he vaguely felt that something was approaching him.

Well, Seamus still didn't dare to meet Harry's eyes, she...well, yes, not only you, but also Dumbledore...

She believed the Daily Prophet? said Harry. She thought I was a little liar and Dumbledore an old fool?

Seamus looked up at Harry now. Yes, that's the way it is.

Harry was speechless. Throwing his wand on the table next to the bed, he took off his robe angrily and threw it into the suitcase before slipping on his pajamas. He was tired; tired of being stared at and talked about all the time.

If any of them knew, if any of them could understand a little bit about what it was like to have everything happen to the same person, Mrs. Finnigan didn't know, that stupid woman, Harry thought a little savagely.

Harry would have liked to lie down on the bed and wrap himself in the curtains. But before he could do that, Seamus said, Look what happened that night, when you knew, when you were with Cedric Diggory and those corpse eaters? Seamus' voice It sounds tense and full of longing. Thomas was bending over his trunk looking for his slippers when there was a strange stillness and Harry knew he was listening.

What are you asking me for? Harry retorted. Read the Daily Prophet like your mother did, why not? It'll tell you all you ever wanted to know.