HP Magic Biography

The new notice is written in large black letters, and at the bottom of it is an official seal, next to which is signed neatly in cursive: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft asks all student organizations, societies, groups, dissolve. Student organizations, associations, groups, and clubs refer to regular student meetings of 3 or more people. Re-establishment must be approved by the Senior Inspector (Professor Umbridge). Any society, group, club that is not recognized and approved by the Senior Inspector is not allowed to exist. Any student who establishes or joins an organization, society, group, or club not approved by the Senior Inspector will be expelled.

The above document is signed under Education Act 24: Dorelos Jane Umbridge, Senior Inspector of Hogwarts.

Standing behind a group of worried second years, Harry and Ron read the notice over their heads.

Does that mean they're going to close the gobstoes club? one of them asked his friend. I reckon your gobstoes will be fine, Ron said sullenly, making the second year jump up.

And we're not so lucky, what do you think? Ron asked Harry as the second years hurried off.

Harry was reading the notice again, the joy that had filled him since Saturday was gone. Anger filled him.

It's no coincidence, he said, clenching his hands into fists. She knew.

She can't know, Ron replied immediately. There's going to be people listening in on that hotel, and let's face it, we don't know how many of the people who show up to us are trustworthy. Any of them could run off and snitch on Umbridge. And Harry Thinking that they trust themselves, even that they worship themselves?

Henrietta! Ron said immediately, and slammed his palm with a fist, Or, I think Michael Kona has also betrayed!

I wonder if Hao Min and Fan Lin have seen the notice? Harry said, scanning the door leading to the girls' dormitory.

Fan Lin is out, and Hermione... let's go and tell her, said Ron.

He leaped forward, opened the door, and walked up the spiral staircase. When he reached the sixth step, a loud, wailing sound that sounded like a tweeter merged with the ladder and formed a smooth stone staircase.

Ron tried to run away, his hands flailing wildly like a windmill. Then he was hit by the newly formed stone steps and fell on his back at Harry's feet.

Well, I don't think we're allowed in the girls' dormitories, Harry said, lifting Ron off his feet, trying not to laugh out loud.

Two fourth-grade girls walked up the stone stairs with a smile.

Oh, who wants to go upstairs? They giggled happily, looking at Harry and Ron with bouncing smiles.

It's me, said a disheartened Ron. I didn't know that was going to happen. It's not fair!

As the girls laughed maniacally and left through the portrait hole, he added to Harry: Homin is allowed into our dormitory, why can't we...?

It's an old rule, Hermione slid gracefully down the stone steps and onto the carpet in front of them, effortlessly. It's a historical issue at Hogwarts that the founders thought boys were less trustworthy than girls. Why did you go there anyway?

Come to you, look at this! Harry dragged her to the notice board involuntarily. Hao Min's eyes quickly scanned the notice, and her expression became serious. Someone must have tipped her off! Ron said indignantly.

It's impossible for them to do that, Hao Min said in a low voice.

You're naive, said Ron. Because you're honest, don't you think so?

No, they won't do that, because Fan Lin put a curse on the parchment with our signature, a magic contract, there is no doubt that if someone informs, then that person should be lying in the school infirmary by now. Hao Min said calmly, Believe me, if any of them go to inform Umbridge, we will know exactly who they are, and they will definitely feel sincere regret about it.

What will happen to them? said Ron in a wistful tone.

Just like Van Lin, Hao Min said, this will give people a few weeks of Professor Lockhart's treatment. Come on, let's have our breakfast and see what other people think. I want to know this Whether a notice is posted in all rooms.

Once in the Great Hall, they knew it wasn't just Gryffindor Tower that had Umbridge's notice on it. Strong emotions and uncharacteristic agitation spread in the foyer, and people gathered around the table discussing what they had read. As soon as Harry, Ron and Hermione took their seats, Neville, Jordan, Fred, George and Ginny walked straight up to them.

Did you see the sign?

Do you think she knows?

What are we going to do? They all looked at Harry, who glanced around to make sure there was no teacher nearby.

Of course we're going to do it anyway, Harry whispered.

Knew you would say that! George excitedly slapped Harry hard on the arm.

Where is the prefect? Fred asked, looking at Ron and Hao Min inquiringly.

Of course, there is no problem, and so is Fan Lin.

What did he do?

Experiment, as you all know, we need a logo and contact information, especially after Umbridge did this, it seems that Fan Lin guessed it early.

Hermione stood up, and she lip-synced the newcomers, gesturing frantically for them to sit back behind Hufflepuff! We-later-talk-talk!

Wait until you tell Michael, said Ginny impatiently, rocking on the bench, those idiots, utter idiots. She walked quickly to the Ravenclaw table; Harry watched her go.

Cho was sitting not far away, talking to a curly-haired friend she'd been to the Hog's Head with. Did Umbridge notice that she was too scared to meet them again?

Until they left the hall and were about to go to Fan Lin's laboratory to find him, the huge reaction evoked by the notification hadn't subsided.

Harry! Ron. It was Angelina, with a desperate expression, rushing towards them desperately. Okay, Harry whispered when she was close enough to hear him, we're still trying to...

Don't you know that her announcement is included in Quidditch? Angelina interrupted him. We must apply for permission to reorganize the Gryffindor team.

What? said Harry.

No way! Ron looked horrified. He had made it to the Gryffindor team with great difficulty, and if Umbridge were to be selected, there was no doubt that he would be miserable.

You read the notice, and it mentions the team too! So listen, Harry, I say one last time, please don't get mad at Umbridge, or she might never let us play again Quidditch!

Okay, okay, seeing Angelina's tears rolling in his eyes, Harry had no choice but to agree first, Don't worry, I will control myself.