[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The news of Harry Potter's brief disappearance was finally suppressed. Dumbledore originally promised that he would be back soon, but until the next day when Harry went to the hall to have breakfast, there was still no sign of the long staff. The familiar figure of the old man was seen on the golden high-backed chair in the middle of the table.

But the pretended Professor Moody still stretched out his wooden legs arrogantly, sat at the table and ate and drank in celebration, and showed malicious expressions to every teacher and student who glanced at him. Come smile.

"The principal hasn't been back all night, has he?" Harry asked Hermione in a worried voice - as usual, he kept everything secret from his friends.

"Look!" Hermione, who was looking around, poked him hard, "Dumbledore!"

So they turned to look at the door of the auditorium. An old man wearing a star-and-moon patterned robe was walking in with a lady. Dumbledore's tall and thin figure made the lady look shorter and fatter. The woman had short, curly ash-brown hair tied with a very ugly big pink bow, which matched the fluffy pink cardigan she wore outside her robe.

"Who is this?" Ron asked.

They soon found out - Principal Dumbledore, who had two conspicuous dark circles under his eyes, introduced Ms. Umbridge as the lower school inspector sent by the Ministry of Magic.

Harry noticed Hermione's eyebrows rise.

"Bad sign." She murmured anxiously, and couldn't help but look at the staff bench - Beauxbatons' Principal Maxime was still here! Fudge is too reluctant to show off to Hogwarts.

"Thank you, Headmaster," Ms. Umbridge cleared her throat abruptly, interrupting Dumbledore's next words, "Thank you for your warm welcome to me on behalf of Hogwarts."

Her voice was high, high-pitched, and breathy, like a little girl's voice. She coughed a few more times, cleared her throat, and said, "Well, I must say, it's great to be back at Hogwarts!" She grinned, showing her sharp teeth, "See These happy little faces are looking up at me, so nice!"

To be honest, there weren't many happy little faces looking up at her, and the students' expressions were mostly confused.

Umbridge cleared her throat again, but some of the breathiness in her voice was lost as she continued to speak. Now her voice has become much more serious, and her words are dry, as if they have been memorized in her heart.

"For thousands of years, Hogwarts has been the cradle of the British wizarding community. The Ministry of Magic has always believed that educating young wizards is a very important matter. Some of the precious talents you are born with will not be acquired under careful and careful guidance. Cultivation and training may lead to nothing. The ancient skills unique to the magical world must be passed down from generation to generation, otherwise they will disappear. The precious treasure trove of magical knowledge accumulated by our ancestors must be cultivated by those who are fortunate enough to engage in noble pursuits. They are protected, supplemented and perfected by those in the education profession.”

At this point, Umbridge stopped talking and bowed slightly to the other teachers, but none of them returned her bow. Even Madame Maxime cast a meaningful look at Dumbledore, but Dumbledore just stared at Umbridge intently, as if expecting her to continue.

These reactions made Umbridge speak even more harshly: "The successive principals of Hogwarts have all made innovations when shouldering the important task of managing this famous historical school. This is completely right, because if there is no progress, It will stagnate and decline. However, at the same time, progress for the sake of progress should never be encouraged. We can only seek between the old and the new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation. A balance.”

"That's too much." Hermione couldn't help but glance at the students from other schools, feeling ashamed that the Ministry of Magic had shown their differences so nakedly.

"The reduction of school inspectors is an attempt to seek balanced development in the process of my country's education development and reform. It is to better listen to the voices of educators and students, to smoothen public opinion, and to build a good link and bridge between education and society. . We will continue to move forward under the correct leadership and strong support of the higher-level governments, improve and perfect the education inspection system, strengthen the management of the teaching staff, pay close attention to the construction of campus culture and the development of spiritual civilization, and move towards an enlightened, efficient and reasonable Moving forward in a new era.”

She sat down.

Dumbledore began to applaud, and the other teachers followed suit by clapping politely.

Umbridge was greeting Madam Maxime politely with her head tilted. The Beauxbatons principal with giant blood smiled politely and began to pretend that he was stammering in English: "Your speech... must be ...very...there..." She made a thoughtful expression.

"Inspiring," Umbridge prompted her enthusiastically.

"Ah." Maxim showed an expression of sudden realization, smiled gratefully at her, and then lowered his head to stare at his breakfast.

The smile on Umbridge's face froze for a moment.

"What a shame!" Hermione muttered angrily, "Even if the Ministry of Magic is determined to interfere with Hogwarts, there is no need to do so in front of other schools!"

"What?" Ron was surprised, "I thought she just talked nonsense!"

"Maybe it's because Fudge knows that Dumbledore is more shameless than him," Harry said angrily. He didn't expect that the little Minister of Magic would object so fiercely to the fact that "Voldemort is back." Bledo will not deny his own Ministry of Magic face in front of other schools, and he will definitely suffer the consequences."

After publicly expressing the Ministry of Magic's dissatisfaction with the current educational management system of Hogwarts, the special inspector of the Ministry of Magic began to eat her breakfast. Seeing that Dumbledore did not stand up and shout something, "Children, I want to tell you a truth." After making such crazy remarks, she restrained herself and remained silent, and did not even try to say hello to any of the professors around her.

For a while, the hall seemed to have returned to its normal lively atmosphere. The children were chatting and eating breakfast. A few brave ones began to take out parchments at the dining table and prepare to copy their homework. From time to time, a child jumped up. Shouting "I'm going to reserve a seat first!" and then hurriedly ran away with my schoolbag...

Unfortunately, this peaceful routine under the intentional restraint of the adults was soon broken - the next morning, the "Daily Prophet" brought explosive news. The Dark Lord returned with a high profile and directly sent envoys to the Ministry of Magic to retrieve it. Got his wand! He also claimed that he would visit Hogwarts in person soon to watch the final of the Triwizard Tournament!

"Bullshit!" Ron couldn't help but cursed, "The Ministry of Magic is a bunch of weaklings! Can't you just break his wand?!"

"Use your brain," Hermione said. "I guess the Death Eaters first retrieved the wand for the Dark Lord, and then said that the Ministry of Magic returned it at his request. But his goal has been achieved, His wand is back in his hand, and the authority of the Ministry of Magic has been dealt a serious blow - you are not alone in believing that the Ministry of Magic has succumbed."

"Can't we change the final event to siege the Dark Lord?" Ron asked whimsically.

Hermione gave him a roll of her eyes and said, "Why do you convince Beauxbatons and Durmstrang?" Although she said this, she couldn't help but look at Madame Maxime on the faculty bench.

Mrs. Maxim also saw the news and was seriously questioning Dumbledore: "What's going on, Dumbledore? I don't remember such an item in the competition process, and that person...don't you always claim that he has already do you died?"

"Missing, ma'am," Dumbledore said calmly.

"...I don't care about your British tricks," Madame Maxime said, "but I care about the safety of my students. I want to take them back to France. We will not continue to participate in the competition."

"The charter clearly stipulates that anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the competition." Dumbledore reminded, "They are all bound by magical contracts, madam."

"Conspiracy." Madame Maxime said angrily, "This has been a conspiracy from the beginning!" She stood up, and her handsome head hit the chandelier full of candles. "It was you who insisted that you had arrived. The best time to restart the Triwizard Tournament is also because you have inexplicably transformed into a second warrior, and now you ask me to bet the safety of my children to accompany you in your political games——"

"Do you think the French will be threatened by you, Brits?" Maxime smiled sarcastically, "Students of Beauxbatons!" She suddenly raised her voice, and the Beauxbatons students quickly stood up. , looking at their principal at a loss.

"Now! Go pack your luggage! Mrs. Jess will take you home in half an hour." She raised her head and ordered.

"Madam?" As a Beauxbatons contestant, Fleur's expression suddenly changed.

"Don't be afraid, my child." The tall headmistress walked down in two or three steps. Her big hands with many gorgeous opal rings hugged Fleur tightly. "I will stay here with you. Believe me, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Although she still didn't understand what was happening, Fleur calmed down in the arms of her tall and powerful principal.

"Yes, ma'am," she said meekly.

After Durmstrang's principal, Karkaroff, escaped with some excuses, their temporary head was a tall and thin young man. Upon seeing this, he also stood up, barely smiled at Dumbledore, and found an excuse to be anxious. He left the meeting in a hurry and went to discuss it with his colleagues.

At this point, the atmosphere of the Triwizard Tournament has been almost ruined. As the representative of the organizer, Ludo Bagman had no intention of worrying about this. He looked at Umbridge with a pale face, hoping that the lady would say something.

Umbridge expressionlessly folded the newspaper in her hand into small pieces and put it aside. Then she seemed to notice the glances cast by others intentionally or unintentionally, showing a sweet fake smile and said: "Today The breakfast tastes really good.”

The first one who matched her was Dumbledore. He held up the cup and nodded seriously and said, "I especially like today's pumpkin juice."

The frozen atmosphere on the faculty bench began to flow again. The professors continued to eat their breakfast as if nothing had happened. The children in the hall looked around in confusion, and finally chose the same action as the professors.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and noticed that Harry had been silent.

"Harry?" She looked at him worriedly.

"Nothing." Harry lowered his head and cut the steak on the plate, but his eyes fell on his hands: bone... blood... and meat... so easily...

His probing eyes secretly moved towards Dumbledore: So... was the other resurrection spell in the Pig's Head Bar successful? 7K妏揩

Dumbledore looked back as if aware, and Harry quickly looked away. So he didn't see it. The old man's blue eyes looked at him thoughtfully for a long time.