HP Magic Biography

But I'm telling the truth! Harry looked very angry, his chest heaving violently. For Umbridge, in an instant, Harry hated Umbridge to the extreme.

Voldemort is back, you know him; Professor Dumbledore knows he's...

God knows, Potter! said Professor McGonagall, straightening her glasses angrily. Do you really know if it's true or a lie? Control your temper! She stood up, her nostrils enlarged but The lips thinned, and Harry stood up.

One more biscuit, she said impatiently, pointing to the tin.

No thanks, said Harry dryly.

Don't be so embarrassed, said Professor McGonagall sternly.

Harry took one.

Did you not listen to Professor Umbridge's speech at the first banquet at the beginning of term?

Listen, Harry said.

Yes...she said...progress would be banned or...well, what it means is that the Ministry of Magic intends to interfere with Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall watched him for a few minutes, then took a breath, left the table, and opened the door for him.

Well, I'm glad you listened to Fan Lin and the others. She said, pointing to the door, motioning for Harry to leave her office.

Dinner in the Great Hall that night was not a pleasant one for Harry. Word of his run-in with Umbridge was flying around Hogwarts. As he sat down to eat among Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione, he heard whispers around him. Interestingly, no one seemed to mind that he overheard them talking about him. Instead, they seemed to want Harry to get angry again and yell at them so they could hear his story for themselves.

There are stories about Cedric's anomaly and what happened on the night of the Goblet of Fire.

You are too irrational, Harry. Fan Lin shook his head and said, and inserted a small piece of beef with a fork.

I'm just telling them the truth, Harry said angrily.

But obviously, it's useless. We don't have facts, so we can't open your head and show them all your memories and thoughts. Fan Lin shook his head, Besides, you didn't notice Umbridge's Expression? She is very satisfied with your performance!

Satisfied? Harry asked in surprise.

What else? You're so angry? If this is Professor McGonagall,

Still very likely to happen. As Fan Lin spoke, he continued to move his hands.

What does it mean?

What Fan Lin means is that Umbridge doesn't care what's going on with us at all, Hermione said angrily, There is no spell practice in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class? This is simply a joke.

The Ministry of Magic is only afraid of Dumbledore and Hogwarts. So, he is trying to weaken Hogwarts. It doesn't take long, maybe half a year, maybe a year, wizards who don't use magic spells Not threatening at all, and, Umbridge wants, that's your reaction now.

Angry, irritable, irrational, openly confronting the teacher in the Hogwarts classroom, this has never happened in decades. Fan Lin said slowly, It gave her a lot. reasons and excuses.”

The dense discussions have not stopped for a moment since Harry sat here.

He said he saw Cedric murdered.

Didn't he be turned into a vampire?

What's the difference between that and being dead, an orthodox wizard being turned into a vampire?

He thought he had dueled Voldemort.

Forget it...

Is he joking?

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Actually, Harry, I don't think they believe it, said Hermione as if she had had enough, let's get out of here.

She put down her knife and fork with a jerk; Van Lin was glad he hadn't stopped eating, and Ron watched eagerly as he ate his half-eaten apple pie, but walked away. Everyone watched them walk out of the hall.

What do you mean, you're not sure they believed Dumbledore?

Harry asked Hermione when they reached the first floor.

Look, you don't understand what happened after it happened, said Hermione quietly. You went back to the middle of the lawn by yourself. The teachers didn't find Cedric. Nobody saw what happened. We just know Dumbledore said Voldemort had returned, and his companions attacked Cedric, and attacked you.

It's the truth! Harry exclaimed.

I know it is, Harry, so please don't interrupt me? Hermione said wearily. Spent days reading about You're Crazy, Dumbledore's Old.

The situation is much worse than you can imagine, even Rita is not that aggressive, and those under Fudge are on the Daily Prophet...

Fan Lin spoke briefly, but Harry obviously couldn't listen.

Rain beat against the panes as they walked back down the empty corridors to Gryffindor Tower. It felt like a week to Harry, and he still had a ton of homework to do before he went to bed.

He felt a slight pain in his right eye, glanced at the dark playground behind the rain-washed window, and turned into the Fat Lady corridor. There was still no light in Hagrid's cabin.

Mimblas, Mimbretonia, Hermione answered before the Fat Lady asked.

The portrait moved away, revealing a hole into which the four men crawled. The common room was almost empty, most people still having dinner downstairs.

Crookshanks got up from his armchair and trotted towards them, purring loudly, while Harry, Ron, Valin, and Hermione stood near the fire.

Crookshanks hopped lightly onto Hermione's lap, curling up like a fuzzy, buff cushion.

Harry stared at the flames, exhausted.

How could Dumbledore let this happen? Hermione called suddenly, and Harry and Ron jumped to their feet. Crookshanks jumped away from her, offended. She slapped the handle of the chair so hard that some debris jumped out of the hole.

How could he let this troublesome woman teach us? Especially in a year when we have the Ordinary Wizarding Ranks!

We've never had a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, said Harry. You know it's like Hagrid told us, no one wants the job, they say it's bad luck.

Yes, but hire someone who actually refuses to teach us how to use magic! What's Dumbledore doing?

And she's trying to get someone to watch for her, said Ron darkly. Remember when she said she wanted us to come over and tell her when we heard about You-Know-Who's back?

Of course she's spying on us, that's obvious, but why did Fudge ask her? said Hermione suddenly.

A deal, or rather, this is a necessary compromise for Dumbledore. Fan Lin said, Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts is not a popular position, and this is part of it, and more Yes, this is an important means used by the Ministry of Magic to interfere with Hogwarts. I have met Umbridge in the Ministry of Magic. In fact, Fudge trusts Umbridge very much. It can be said that he is Fudge’s confidant, and she is also a member of the Ministry of Magic. Deputy Minister, she is the most suitable job for this job.

Okay, okay... Harry said wearily, Can't we just do our homework and forget about it.

Several people nodded.

They took out their schoolbags from one corner and returned to their seats. We've just come back from dinner now.

Harry lowered his head, but could still feel the gaze he was drawing.