The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

Umbridge's eardrums were hurt by Newland's sudden shout, but she couldn't care less about her anger at the moment and asked quickly:

"When did this happen!?"

"A few hours ago, I saw with my own eyes that Harry Potter brought a large group of people to gather with Link Foley for a rally. At the meeting, Link Foley also delivered a demagogic speech. . Many people were persuaded by them to join, and the remaining people were forced to sign confidentiality agreements. As for the location..." Newland glanced at the wall with a strange expression and said, "It's right here. Next door to your office.”

"This is really... so unreasonable!"

Umbridge's face turned red, she slammed the table and shouted.

She was going crazy.

She originally planned to go easy on Link for the sake of the pocket of gold galleons, and she even gave Newland a verbal hint just now, indicating that he had better not bring the matter to Link.

But now, according to the information provided by Newland, not only did Link really get together with Harry Potter and plan to rebel, but he also deliberately chose the meeting place next door to her!

This is simply a humiliation to her!

Umbridge held her hand on the edge of the table and gasped for breath. After a long pause, she realized that there was an outsider like Newland beside her. She managed a smile and said:

"Newland, you have done a very good job. On behalf of Mr. Minister, I would like to thank you for your contribution to the Ministry of Magic. If Hogwarts were filled with excellent students like you, then there would be less troubles in the world. , What a talented young man. Don’t worry, after I verify the authenticity of this news, I will definitely ask Mr. Minister for credit, and I will never treat you badly. "

Hearing this, the corners of Nulan's mouth twitched a few times.

If an ordinary student had heard Umbridge's praise, he would have been so excited that he could not help but shed tears of gratitude.

But Newland could see clearly that Umbridge was clearly trying to trick him again.

You know what Link said at the rally earlier.

Even Umbridge's immediate boss, Minister of Magic Fudge, is in danger now. How can Umbridge have the ability to fulfill her promise?

Newland secretly complained that Umbridge was stingy, but pretended to be excited and said:

"Thank you Professor Umbridge, thank you Mr. Minister, thank you to the Ministry of Magic..."

Umbridge interrupted:

"In that case, you should go back first. But remember, today's matter must be kept secret."

After saying that, Umbridge sat back at her desk and waited for Newland to leave before she immediately wrote to Fudge to tell Fudge that she had discovered the fact that Dumbledore was secretly cultivating an army.

As for what I just told Newland about the need for verification, that was just a perfunctory excuse.

Now that things have developed to this point, there is no need to verify anything.

Just like when the Death Eaters were liquidated, there are many things that if they say they don't exist, then they don't exist. Even if they really exist, they must not exist.

The reverse is also true.

For this matter right now, if they say yes, then yes, then yes, even if they don’t, it must be yes!

Thinking of this, an intoxicated blush rose in Umbridge's eyebrows.

This is the taste of power!

"Cough-cough-"

At this moment, two gentle coughs came, and Umbridge suddenly woke up.

She stared at Newlan with some irritation, without showing the admiration she had shown before, and opened her mouth and said:

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Nulan was so disgusted by her intoxicated expression just now that she coughed as a reminder to prevent herself from actually vomiting.

At this moment, seeing that Umbridge was turning her back on others, I felt a little unhappy, but on the surface, she just smiled and said:

"Professor Umbridge, I think I can do more for you. Although you may think that I am just an ordinary student, I am still somewhat famous in Slytherin House. Although there is nothing I can do To be like Miss Victoria, but many people are willing to sell me some face. If you need it, you can contact me at any time, I can definitely complete the task!"

Umbridge didn't speak this time, just looked at Newland silently.

Newland is eager to get ahead, and Umbridge is very clear about the little things he wants to show off in controlling power.

Because she had the same idea when she first entered the Ministry of Magic.

This is also a common character for people like her who come from a humble background but dream of stepping onto the ladder of power.

'Speaking of which, this child seems to come from a mixed-race family.No, he seems to be even more unlucky than me.At least I was brought into the wizarding world by my father, but this child's wizard father... seems to have disappeared since he was born. '

Thinking of this, the habitual fake smile on Umbridge's face gradually faded, and a similar experience made her look at Newland with a trace of pity.

"call--"

After a long while, Umbridge let out a long sigh and said, "That's all, then I'll give you a chance. Go back and gather the students who are willing to help me manage Hogwarts and prepare. When the opportunity is right, I will let you appear." .”

Hearing this, Newland's anxious heart finally dropped, but before he could say his thanks, he heard Umbridge change the topic again and again:

"But you also have to give me credit. If I find out that you messed up, haha, you know the consequences."

After Umbridge finished speaking, she folded her hands together and returned to her signature fake smile.

She really needed a white glove to gather the students at Hogwarts for her to help manage.

She was indeed very sympathetic to Newland's life experience.

But this was not the main reason why she gave this opportunity to Newland.

Referring to others, Umbridge knows all too well how shameless and ungrateful people like Newland are.

In fact, Draco Malfoy, the only son of the Malfoy family, was her original white glove candidate.

It's a pity that Draco was beaten too hard by Link and Cedric when school started. Now he's so scared that he doesn't dare to stir up trouble. In addition, Draco's abilities are indeed insufficient.

Only then was Umbridge willing to let Newland take action, so that he could sell himself a favor.

But Newland is different from Draco after all.

Even if Draco was incompetent, Umbridge would only dare to avoid him.

If Newland did something wrong...

"I understand, Professor Umbridge, then I'll go back and prepare!"

When Newland heard this, although he didn't know Umbridge's true thoughts, he finally got a concrete promise and said with excitement.

This time the excitement on his face was not fake.

How could he not know that Link sent him here to test his ability and loyalty?

But now, he has successfully completed the task given by Link and has proven himself in terms of ability.

As for loyalty...

Ha ha.

Newland didn't feel that he had to be loyal to Nalusch's army. If the benefits offered by Umbridge and the Ministry of Magic were big enough, he wouldn't be able to become a double agent.

Of course, that's for later.

For now, the U.S. Army with Link Foley clearly has more potential.

Rubbing his face, Newland bowed to Umbridge and walked out.

However, they had just walked halfway when they heard Umbridge say:

"and many more."

Nulan immediately stopped, turned around and said with a smile:

"Professor Umbridge, do you have any other orders?"

Looking at Newland's young face, Umbridge took a deep breath and said:

"Son, are you still living with your Muggle mother?"

Nulan nodded, but his smile became a little stiff.

Umbridge said that he felt a little embarrassed, waved his hand and said:

"I'll give you a piece of advice. When you go back during the Christmas vacation, you can erase all the memories of you from your Muggle mother's mind, move out from home, and change your messy last name. To the outside world, Say, your mother died of illness, and at the same time you found your biological father. He was a pure-blood wizard with noble blood. Your body inherited his noble blood. Do you understand?

Alas, don't think I'm cruel. If you want to live comfortably in the Ministry of Magic, you must have noble blood.

I won't mention the other people, just the ones you know, such as Weasley.

Which of the little red-haired boys in his family didn't find a good job after graduation?Doesn't even that old loser Arthur Weasley work in the Department for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts at the Ministry of Magic?

Do you really think the Ministry of Magic can't find a half-blood or Muggle wizard who is more familiar with the Muggle world to do this job?

Isn't it because he is from the Holy 28 clan that he can have this job?

Just relax and do it, kid, don't feel guilty, it's not us who are wrong, it's the world.

The rule of this game is that the noble is always noble!Your mother's lowly surname and bloodline will only send you to the eighteenth level of hell, where you will never be able to turn back. If you want to change your destiny, you must do this! "

After saying this, Umbridge's expression turned sentimental and painful.

She turned around and waved her hand to signal Newland to leave quickly.

But what Umbridge didn't notice was that the smile on Newland's face could no longer be maintained at this moment, and his body was trembling slightly, as if he was enduring something.

Newland lowered his head, said goodbye to Umbridge again, and trotted out of the office.

creak-

The door closed gently.

Nulan did not leave directly, but stood silently, staring at the door with a pair of red eyes.

Under the cover of darkness in the corridor, Newland's expression began to become distorted, and his body twitched, exuding a terrifying madness.

He tightly grasped the gray wand in his robe, which was like a dry branch, and hissed in a low voice as his body trembled and shook:

"Bichi! Bichi! Sooner or later I will kill you! Sooner or later I will kill you damn Bichi!"

hum-

A hazy but dazzling green light lit up from the wand in his hand, responding to his master's anger.

At the flash of light, Newland stopped talking and hid the wand in his robe.

He looked around to make sure no one was around, then glared hard at Umbridge's office door, and then walked quickly to the Slytherin common room.

No matter how angry he is, he still has to do the work he should do.

Of course, it is not difficult for him to gather Slytherins.

He is Slytherin after all.

He knew very well that Slytherin had fallen to an extremely low level.

Although the students in this college still have nobility, wit and ambition as their core concepts, except for sensible people like him and Emily Victoria, the rest are just clumsy imitations.

In them, nobility turned into arrogance, and ambition turned into greed.

However, they are not smart enough and can even be called brainless.

For such people, you only need to draw a big pie for them, and then pull out a big enough flag to make everyone take the blame, which is enough to make them work for you.

As for who will be the banner?

Draco Malfoy is naturally the best candidate.

This guy was originally a Slytherin boss because of his family background. Using his name to operate would make things much easier.

In addition, this guy is stupider and easier to fool than other Slytherins.

The most important point is that.

Newland really wants to see how the Malfoy family will take revenge on Umbridge, the apparent culprit, when the blame is really placed on Draco!

Just think of it as a little interest, Bichi...

A cruel sneer curled up at the corner of Newland's lips.

……

At the same time, in the Gryffindor dormitory, Harry was sleeping peacefully on the bed.

His sleeping position is very special.

Even though his four-poster bed was quite spacious, he was still curled up in the corner of the bed, his brows furrowed and his head and face covered with sweat.

The most important thing is that his hand is still stretched out, hooking and hooking as if trying to grasp something.

chatter--

suddenly.

Ron let out a loud, raspy, real snore.

The sound jolted Harry awake.

He gasped and sat up from the bed, struggling to cover his forehead with his hands.

There was a sharp pain drilling into the depths of his mind.

No.

To be precise, the source of the pain was the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

That was the 'gift' left to him by Voldemort!

The excruciating pain forced him to curl up again.

But even so, he was still forcing himself to recall the dream just now.

Harry could guarantee that it was definitely the scariest nightmare he had ever had in his life.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Harry cursed softly and hit his head, trying to make his brain work faster.

It's a pity that no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't recall the slightest content of the dream, but the deep fear and uneasiness still stayed in his mind and refused to dissipate for a long time.

A somewhat desperate Harry tried calling Ron's name several times.

Now he really wanted Ron to get up and chat with him. Although he didn't know how much this would help him, it should at least be of some use.

However, all he received in response was Ron's increasingly loud purring.

"Forget it, it's probably just the old habit that happened again. There's no need to worry them."

After comforting himself with some disappointment, Harry lay back on the bed again.

Only this time he couldn't sleep.