HP wants to be boss at Hogwarts

Everyone had different opinions on Umbridge's ban, but it was clear that getting together to discuss it would arouse suspicion, so Minnow became the one to spread the word - because it was only normal for Minnow to run around .

A few people showed a little bit of reluctance. After Mino motioned for them to look at what was in their pockets, they all said that it was impossible not to go for such an important thing.

When Mino walked out of the greenhouse after her herbal medicine class, a ball of white stuff fell on Mino's head. Mino subconsciously wanted to throw it away, but after a closer look, he realized that it was Hedwig and quickly caught it.

"Potter's bird!" Draco shouted.

Minnow found that Hedwig's feathers were unusually disheveled, and some were folded upside down and one of her wings was stretched out strangely.

"It looks like it's been attacked!" Daphne said nervously, "Are we being watched?"

"Did Umbridge do it?" Parkinson asked quietly.

Minnow nodded gloomily, took off the letter hanging from Hedwig's feet, and ran toward Professor Graplan's office with Hedwig in his arms.

"You go to the potions classroom first, I'll be there soon!"

After handing Hedwig to Professor Graplan, Minnow had time to read the letter and run to Harry to tell him about it.

The letter was sent by Mino to Moody. In the letter, Moody taught Mino how to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts. This made Mino feel relieved. At least there was no important information.

But if it was sent to Lucius, Umbridge probably wouldn't be able to find any important information, because Mino was only paying attention to Lucius's hair in the letter. Only Snape and Lucius' correspondence would have important information. And they have unique ways of keeping Umbridge from finding out.

The next class was Potions. When Minnow and Harry rushed to the classroom together, Snape was already there, and so was Umbridge.

"Professor..." Mino gasped.

Snape motioned for Mino to sit down, and Mino and Hermione sat in the front row together.

"You'll see," said Snape in his low, sarcastic tone, "that we have a guest today."

He pointed toward a dark corner, and Minnow saw Professor Umbridge sitting there with a clipboard on her lap.

"Do you think Umbridge can cross her legs?" Minnow asked Hermione in a low voice.

Hermione stared at Umbridge's thick legs for a while and said with some uncertainty, "Maybe?"

"Continue to make the enhancer today. You will see the mixture you left from the previous class. If you mix it correctly, it should be ready after the weekend. The method of operation -" he waved his wand again, "- is on the blackboard Come on. Begin."

Mino prepared and stirred the potion with ease, while chatting with Hermione, but Harry was not so relaxed later. He was deducted three points in 10 minutes because Umbridge's presence made him distracted.

Umbridge walked between the two rows of tables towards Snape, who was leaning over Dean Thomas' cauldron.

"Gee, this class seems to have learned quite a bit," she said briskly to Snape's back, "but I doubt whether it would be advisable to teach them potions like enhancers. I think the Ministry would like to get it out of the way. Removed from the curriculum.”

Snape slowly straightened up and turned to look at her.

"Now... how long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?" she asked, quill ready to write down on the clipboard.

"Fourteen years." Snape's expression was unfathomable.

"You applied to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts first, didn't you?" Professor Umbridge asked Snape.

"Yes," Snape whispered.

"But you didn't apply?"

Snape pouted.

"Obviously." Professor Umbridge scribbled on the clipboard.

"You have applied to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts many times since you entered the school, right?"

"Yes," Snape whispered, barely moving his lips.He looked annoyed.

"Do you know why Dumbledore repeatedly refused to use you?" Umbridge asked.

"I suggest you ask him," Snape replied stiffly.

"I will." Professor Umbridge said with a smile.

"Does it matter?" Snape asked, his dark eyes narrowing.

"Yes," said Professor Umbridge, "the Ministry would like to have a full understanding of the teacher's - er - background."

She turned away, walked around Parkinson, and began to ask her about the course.

Mino and Parkinson looked at each other, and Parkinson nodded quickly and showed an excited expression.

"What would she ask?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know, but Pansy will take care of it. I think you've read the news she wrote?"

"Oh, that's right, he's even more powerful than Skeeter."

After class, Umbridge left the classroom. While others were packing their schoolbags, Minnow ran to Snape, told him about the Defense Against the Dark Arts cram school, and invited him to be an assistant teacher.

Snape readily agreed and gave her five points for Minnow's invitation.

Harry, who was listening to the entire process, showed no expression, probably because he was used to it.

Umbridge ignored Angelina's request to reinstate the Quidditch team and just said she would think about it again. Black asked Draco to ask Umbridge to reinstate the Slytherin Quidditch team.

But Draco said he would advance and retreat together with Gryffindor.

Minnow suspected that Harry had cast the Imperius Curse on Draco but had no proof.

However, Angelina still went to ask Professor McGonagall, and then Umbridge agreed to Angelina's request probably because of Professor McGonagall.

Draco also went to talk to Umbridge, and the Slytherin team was quickly reorganized. This was probably the power of King Gallon and pure blood.

Fred and George developed pustules on Fever Candies in an attempt to avoid practicing Quidditch in the stormy weather, but the pustules don't stay outside and Angelina doesn't believe them.

"We shouldn't have been selling pout candy to Angelina," Fred told Minnow with a look of regret on his face.

"Oh, yes, that's right, so it's time for you to go. I'm going to apply the potion on my boyfriend." Mino raised the bottle in his hand.

Fred and George's fever candy has not found a way to remove the pustules, so they can only apply potions to relieve it.

Fred shook the rain out of his hair angrily and walked out.

Mino came over when she felt pain in her forehead, mainly to confirm with Harry. She was not sure whether she really had a headache because of Voldemort. After all, she was still teaching Susan Transfiguration at the time.

"I'll do it myself, Mino." George reached for the bottle in Mino's hand.

Minnow gripped the bottle tightly to prevent George from taking it away.

"Take off your clothes, Jojo?" Mino smiled like a gangster and approached George.

In fact, Mino soon regretted it, because George was not easily teased. When he saw George approaching him with a wicked smile, Mino's heart beat as if it was going to explode.

George's red hair stuck to Mino's cheek, his hot forehead rested on Mino's shoulder, and his red earlobes rubbed Mino's neck.

"Okay, Mimi, do you want to undress me?"

"Do it yourself!" Mino threw the bottle to George with his eyes closed, then tried to run out with his eyes closed, and then hit the wall.

George was a little helpless.

"My good girl, come quickly."

"Don't talk like that!"

"Okay, please open your eyes."

Mino slowly opened his eyes, covering his head, and saw George's face appearing in front of him.

"Please, Mimi."

George placed the bottle in Minnow's hand.

"Then take it off yourself." Mino said, always feeling that this sentence was a bit strange.

"Okay," George said.

Mino carefully covered his eyes with his hands and then spread his fingers to watch George undress through his fingers.

The robe fell to the floor...the tie was loosened...

"Mino!"

George, who was taking off his clothes, paused, and Mino, who was peeking carefully, looked at the source of the sound.

"Harry." Mino smiled.

"I...I'll come back to you later, Mino." Harry backed out and was about to close the door, but the door was pushed open again.

"Harry, tell Minnow you -" Ron froze on the spot, "Oh, Minnow, George, okay, let's go first."

"What are you doing? There are only Mino and George inside!" Hermione pushed open the door of the dressing room, "No problem - oh, Mino, George..."

Mino watched the three people pulling each other out slowly and took a deep breath: "Didn't Fred tell you what I was going to do?"

"He said - you are treating George... I guess you don't need to take off your clothes?" Ron whispered.

"The pustules are out of sight!" Minnow said.

"Minnow," Harry said, "I'll wait for you in the Great Hall... You and George can go on."

"I'm so sorry to bother you!" Hermione shouted.

"Don't say such ambiguous words!" Mino also said loudly.

"Let's go!" Ron pulled Hermione and Harry.

Seeing the door being closed, Mino sighed, walked straight to George, took off his unfinished clothes, found the location of the pustule, poured the potion into his hand and pressed it.

"Minnow! Minnow! Minnow!" George screamed and tried to escape.

"Be quiet!" Mino grabbed George and put his other arm around George's neck. "Don't try it on yourself. Ron is here, isn't it? And where is Harry? If not, I'll bring it to him." Try Scala.”

George cried out in pain and grinned, leaning into Mino's arms.

Mino quickly applied the potion all over the pustule.

"Okay, put your clothes on."

"Oh, so fast." George touched the pustule, "I feel much better now."

"Of course, my speed is-" Mino frowned, "I think it's a bit strange."

"what?"

Mino knocked his head: "Forget it."

Watching George put on his clothes, Mino cleaned his hands.

"Let's go to the auditorium." Mino held George's hand.

"it is good."