HP: The Shadow Returns

Before the meal was finished, there was a fierce noise outside.

It sounded like McGonagall and Umbridge. They were coming out of the door to watch the excitement.

"I'm sorry, Professor, what are you trying to imply?" Umbridge walked up the steps and seemed to be taller than McGonagall. She still had the same expression, looking at people with her nostrils.

"I just feel that as a student, I must abide by the rules set by the school."

McGonagall also stepped up to a higher level. She was already taller than Umbridge, but now the gap between them was even bigger.

"It's strange. It sounds a little offensive. You seem to be doubting my authority in my class." Umbridge said, holding her short wand and stepping up to the next step.

"Minerva"

"Not at all, Dolores, it's just your old-fashioned way of teaching." Mag followed her pace not to be outdone.

"I'm sorry, dear." There was no apology at all on Umbridge's broad, flat face.

"If you are questioning me, you are questioning the Ministry of Magic and, of course, the Minister." She deliberately made her voice tremble, but it sounded even more disgusting.

"I am a tolerant person, but I will never approve of disloyal and distrustful behavior," Umbridge said, turning her attention to the students who came out to watch the fun.

It seemed to be hinting at something.

But no one could feel her point, and the Weasley twins even made a show of vomiting from behind.

"Disloyal, distrustful?" Professor McGonagall said angrily, she looked offended.

Umbridge ignored McGonagall. She took advantage of this and stood directly at the highest point of the steps, saying with a sad and painful expression.

"Everything at Hogwarts is much worse than I imagined! Minister Connelly will take action immediately!"

The next day, Filch took his sledgehammer and knocked a notice on the wall outside the hall, which read.

Educational Order No. 23, Dolores Jane Umbridge was directly appointed as Hogwarts Senior Inquisitor.

The Daily Prophet immediately reported the news.

Wilta stood on the top of the tall tower, looking down at the bottom of the castle with Theodore with cool eyes.

Umbridge, who was being interviewed by a group of reporters, spoke nonsense about Dumbledore and covered up the fact about the return of the Dark Lord.

As well as the worrying quality of teaching at Hogwarts, all professors have been examined from the inside out.

"Cornelly Fudge's side should be cleared, and he will be interviewed within two days." Theodore said, taking off his cloak and gently and slowly placing it on the girl.

"Where's Lovegood?" Wilta stretched out her hand to wrap her cloak tightly, and continued to look down, asking calmly.

"She is already in the infirmary. It will take about half a month for the effect of the potion to wear off."

"That's almost enough time." She had a pale smile on her face, and the noisy wind blew across her cheeks, "Let's deal with Dumbledore first..."

The rings on their hands glowed with fluorescence, and their eyes looked far away at the rolling clouds in the distance, preparing together for the coming of darkness.

Harry felt that he was getting more and more miserable. Not only was he always having nightmares, he was even dazzled just now and thought there were two people standing on the top of the tower. Oh my God.

He sighed and rubbed his head listlessly, but it touched the wound on his hand that I can't lie about.

"hiss"

I gasped in pain.

My mood became more and more disappointing.

Fortunately, he could still relieve his depression through occasional correspondence with Sirius.

Hermione was very busy preparing for the O.W.L.s exam at the end of the semester. She seemed to have some opinions about herself...

Ron, Harry was relieved to think that he was still on his side.

It's just Dumbledore...the old man who has been providing help has also become somewhat alienated from him intentionally or unintentionally. Harry almost never sees Dumbledore in the school.

He couldn't rely on Dumbledore all the time. Harry tried to calm himself down, sighed deeply in the corridor, and walked forward silently and alone.

Little did he know that at this time, Dumbledore was also worried about this. Snape came to his office, and the two of them didn't know what they discussed.

With the implementation of the plan.

Umbridge appeared in every class with her little pink notebook and began to pay unfriendly visits to the professors.

“It’s so simple”

Draco muttered his lips on the side. Although he was very happy to see the savior being targeted, why did this pink toad also come in during the Potions class?

The smell of perfume on her body is going to be marinated in the crucible!

"Oh~ I heard that you have applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts course before?" Umbridge asked casually next to Snape, holding a small book.

"Yes." Snape's face was expressionless, and he didn't seem to want to pay attention to her.

"Then they all failed, right?" She deliberately frowned, showing a trace of regret.

"It is clear"

Snape's mouth didn't seem to move, and his whole person looked like an emotionless question-answering machine.

"Okay~" Umbridge left with a smile after getting the result she was satisfied with.

Ron was trying hard not to laugh, but Snape slapped him hard on the back of the head with a book. He immediately calmed down and focused his attention on the potions book on the table that he couldn't understand at all.

As expected, Virta and Theodore were the first group to finish brewing the potion. When they walked out of the classroom, they met the very kind Dumbledore.

What a coincidence... The two of them looked at each other secretly, and a kind and gentle smile appeared on Huerta's face.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, good morning."

"Good morning, Miss Nasitan, and Mr. Nott, I'm sorry that I couldn't attend your engagement party, but unfortunately, I didn't receive your invitation either."

The old man always had a smile on his face. After hearing this, the expression on Virta's face suddenly became apologetic.

"Sorry, professor, this is not your problem. We have always kept a low profile and do not intend to publicize this matter. I believe you can understand."

"Ah...as long as you feel happiness and joy, kid." Dumbledore stroked his beard and said, "Do you mind chatting with me, an old man, for a while?"

"Of course I don't mind, but I'm afraid it won't be long. We are all preparing for the final O.W.L.s exam. Professor Umbridge told us that if we fail to pass the exam, the ending will be very bad."

Wilta shrugged his shoulders and moved out of Umbridge openly.

"It won't take long." Dumbledore put his hands behind his back and began to walk slowly to the side.

Virta followed him, with a look in his eyes that indicated he was a little worried. Theodore went back to the lounge to wait for him, and the two began to chat slowly in tandem.

"What do you think of Hogwarts?"

"This is a nice place, Professor. It feels like home."

Dumbledore was silent for a few seconds, looked at the swaying dead trees outside, and said in a deep voice

"There was a boy who said the same thing a long time ago...and I believed him because I thought who wouldn't love Hogwarts?"

Virta instantly raised her eyelids and looked at the old man's back. She licked her back alveolus.

"a boy?"

"Yeah, a boy, he looks a lot like you..."

Dumbledore's eyes flashed, and the two walked for a while. He slowly turned around and looked at the girl.

"You must have heard his name, whether it's in rumors or other people's words."