This Hogwarts is not normal

The Dementors were driven away by the Patronuses, but McGonagall did not lift the emergency.

The teachers and students gathered in the auditorium, apparently planning to spend the night here.

With such a big event happening at Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic will definitely send someone over to take a look.

10pm,

Umbridge, who was promoted to senior deputy minister, arrived at the school, followed by two tall senior Aurors.

Not to mention being arrogant, he walked lightly.

Seeing the big battle in the auditorium, not only did she not give McGonagall a good face to welcome her, she even questioned faintly in her tone:

"Vice Principal McGonagall, are you making a big fuss?"

Umbridge was dressed in pink and tender clothes, and looked like a pink toad.

Not only does it feel good about itself, but it's also extremely annoying.

It's okay to play the official power in front of the students, but at least you have to understand what's going on now.

But she is the senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic after all, so McGonagall had to respond with a low profile:

"Please forgive our worries. Although the dementors have been driven away, there is no guarantee that they will come back."

Umbridge asked sharply, "Isn't there still Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"He has important things to deal with, and I'm afraid he will have to wait until—"

"What!?" Umbridge's voice was particularly high. "He's not at school when such a big thing happened?"

Mag pursed her lips tightly, "I'm sorry, he needs to deal with more important things."

"This is a serious dereliction of duty!" Umbridge raised his head and chest, as if he wanted to overwhelm the opponent in terms of momentum.

McGonagall took a deep breath, "Your Excellency, the Deputy Minister, the dementors appeared after he left."

"Huh?" Umbridge snorted coldly. "Are you implying that the dementors did it on purpose? While Headmaster Dumbledore was on business?"

"I'm not implying, I'm just stating the facts."

"Facts?" Her voice rose again. "Nonsense! There's nothing wrong with the Ministry of Magic!"

Good guy, it hasn't been half a year since I took office, and I've got a set of hats.

McGonagall had no doubts, but she was anxious to get rid of the relationship first.

Is that the senior deputy minister?

Although Fudge is not much better, at least he can accurately judge the situation.

"Your Excellency, Deputy Minister, I have never—"

"Okay." Umbridge waved his hands impatiently, "Let the students go back to their dormitories, the dementors won't come again."

Mag's tight lips trembled.

Everyone's job title has the word "deputy", and she is really fed up with the posturing of this pink toad.

"Your Excellency, Vice Minister, I am relieved to have your guarantee."

Umbridge thought he turned around gracefully, "There's no need to send it away, we are going to investigate the reason for the abnormal behavior of the dementor."

Her repeated emphasis will only make her feel guilty.

Yes, that's right, the consistent aim of the Ministry of Magic is to make big things into small things, but it doesn't mean that they can't forcefully throw the pot away.

After staying with Fudge for so long, he didn't even learn a single tact.

If things go on like this, the British wizarding world will not be spoiled by Voldemort, but they will also have to be played by their own people.

It took a long time for McGonagall to send Umbridge and the others away, and it was estimated that they had to adjust their emotions.

But when she returned to the auditorium, she still pursed her lips,

"The castle is safe now. Prefects, please take everyone back to the dormitory. The chairman of the male and female student unions will follow up."

After the students basically went upstairs, the professors got together to discuss the next arrangement.

Dumbledore wasn't there, the Ministry of Magic couldn't count on it, and Dementors had to be on their guard.

survey?

As for Umbridge's attitude just now, it would be a ghost to find out the reason.

Fortunately, there are quite a few professors who know the Patronus Charm, and it won't be a problem to keep it until Dumbledore comes back.

Snape glanced at Lupine, who was extremely pale, "Thanks to someone, it seems that some of us have to guard two floors."

Lupine was not angry, but nodded slightly to McGonagall.

"Severus, do you have any suggestions?"

It's not bad for one person to guard the first floor, but it will appear too scattered.

If it's dealing with dementors, of course it's fine, the key is that group of little bastards who always go out at night.

If one professor can't be caught, what about two professors?

Even if they can't catch them, can they still play tricks afterwards?

The corners of Snape's mouth rose slightly in excitement, "I think we can stay on the eighth floor, which is the highest place in the castle, so we can spot the dementors as soon as possible."

Personal matters?nonexistent.

The expressions of the professors were very funny, especially Hagrid who was blushing.

As we all know, Professor Si has always been at odds with certain students.

The newly revised "Hogwarts Staff Rules" is aimed at him, and now there is a good opportunity in front of him, of course it will be aimed at him back.

Mag didn't press her lips tightly again.

It's been a month of peace and quiet, and what should come will finally come.

She didn't take sides, "Very good proposal, let's decide like this."

If you suffer a little, you will have a long memory.

And those students are not stupid, they must know that tonight is not a good time for a night tour.

So, Snape spent such a lot of trouble, it is estimated that in the end, he would only be disgusted.

But he's in the mood now, so it's better not to tell the truth.

Holding back, Hagrid suddenly covered his big mouth, gasping for breath in a "wheezing and wheezing".

Lupine parted from them on the third floor, and laughed as he turned around.

He is lucky.

Not only do you not need a vigil, you can even laugh wantonly.

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Two o'clock in the morning,

Gryffindor common room,

Four little lions sit around a round table.

Fred and George slumped on their chairs with sad faces, like two salted fish who had lost their dreams.

The findings of the Ministry of Magic are not important,

It doesn't matter whether the dementors were lured by Sirius or not,

The most important thing now is whether the professors stayed outside.

"Don't think about it." Vincent who was sitting across from him smiled helplessly.

"I bet Snape was outside, maybe moved a little bench to sit by the door, and even called the other professors to watch the night."

The Marauder's Map is in Astoria, and it's impossible to even open the door to take a peek.

The twins straightened up suddenly, with smirks on their faces,

"Brother, you are so skilled, why don't you turn over the window to see the situation?"

Vincent decisively rejected their request.

"Come on, you are the headless horseman who can jump from the fourth floor..."

"You're still a Batman who can fly over walls..."

Vincent was being dangled by the twins, and Hermione, who couldn't stand it, said something fair:

"Even if the professors are not guarding the door, even if we can go out safely, how many places can we go?"

Invisibility cloak?Illusion spell?

As long as there was the slightest sound of footsteps, Snape might chase after him like a mad dog.

"Ahhhh!!!" Fred and George were completely desperate.

It's just disgusting, fucking open the door for nausea, it's so disgusting.

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