Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Harry! What are you thinking about?"

Ron patted Harry's shoulder and swung one leg over the stool to sit next to Harry.

"Nothing, nothing."

Harry closed the newspaper in his hand and stared straight at the door of the auditorium. Should he come today or not?

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at a pink toad coming up."

Uh - Ron was stunned. This is only the second year, right? It doesn't make sense!

Ron understood what Harry meant immediately. Umbridge was coming, but all the positions in the school were full and the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Lockhart, was still there.

"Who?"

Ron pretended he didn't know and continued the conversation normally.

"Well, you'll know when she gets here."

"What are you talking about?"

Hermione was holding a small bag that was bulging with stuff. As she walked, she could hear the sound of metal colliding.

Harry suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Do you want to become a member of the group that prohibits cruel treatment of our magical friends and improves their legal status?"

"what is this?"

Harry was a little confused for a moment.

"Merlin! Is this the House-Elf Rights Association?" Ron quickly replied.

"I just said there are better names." Hermione looked at Ron with admiration. This was exactly what she was thinking. She lowered her head and looked at the medal in her bag. She felt embarrassed. The name had already been engraved, so she could only take the time to change it.

"Do you want to join this association?" She looked at Harry and Ron with expectation. The two boys were completely unable to say no, so they could only put the two silver Sickles into the jar inside Hermione's package.

"This is my monthly pocket money." Ron muttered dejectedly.

"Congratulations on becoming a veteran. You are already the third and fourth members."

"Who else is ahead of us?"

Harry was a little surprised that there were victims before them.

"It's Neville. He supports my decision very much. I handed the jar to him last night and he put the money in it." Hermione said somewhat proudly. In her opinion, this was the first step in the process of elf rights and interests, and it was a very good start.

Harry and Ron remained silent. What else could they say at this time? Of course, they expressed their support and quickly changed the subject. They simply walked into the door of the auditorium wearing a loose pink suit.

However, not many little wizards paid any attention to her. Most of them treated her as a joke, and the few who knew her looked at her with contempt.

Ron noticed that Professor McGonagall stood up at the head teacher's desk with a very unhappy look on her face. She had suddenly received a notice from the Ministry of Magic asking her to go and meet the Hogwarts Senior Investigator.

Lockhart tilted his head, still showing his signature white teeth and charming smile.

Snape looked straight ahead, still concentrating on the contents of his plate. The public opinion storm against him a few days ago had no effect on him at all. Points were still ruthlessly deducted from him in class, and he became even more harsh towards Gryffindor and showed an undisguised bias towards Slytherin.

Lupin sat at the end of the long table, smiling and talking quietly with Professor Flitwick. At first, Lupin's sudden replacement of Hagrid's position caused widespread discussion, and some people even asserted that Hagrid had fallen out of favor with Dumbledore, until Dumbledore said that Hagrid was doing things for him, and then he calmed down the remarks.

Lupin won the favor of all the professors present with his unique affinity and strong strength, except for Snape. But everyone was used to it. Snape had a cold face almost all day long, and no one could get into his heart.

Umbridge looked around triumphantly, but everyone around her was playing their own games and no one paid any attention to her. She coughed loudly a few times in dissatisfaction, but still no one responded.

She walked to the front angrily, and halfway through the journey, she accidentally stepped on the shoes of a little wizard, causing her to stagger forward a few steps. When she was furious and raised her head to teach him a lesson, she suddenly saw the iconic light blonde hair and light gray eyes, and the innate noble temperament that made Umbridge feel shorter in an instant.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Master Malfoy, are you okay?"

Umbridge was a connoisseur of goods. She was always respectful to the Malfoy family, the biggest funder of the Ministry of Magic and the leader among the pure-blood families in recent years. She stood up straight and took a quick look. It was simply a paradise for her. All the young masters and young ladies from various families were sitting in this area.

Umbridge was a few inches shorter.

"Okay, okay."

Malfoy waved his hand to interrupt his meal. In fact, he also understood that even if he acted respectful now, these people would be the first to take advantage of him once his family fell into poverty.

The good start that Umbridge wanted was shattered at the first moment, which made her feel a little irritated, but it didn't matter. She thought of Minister Fudge and Dumbledore who was far away in Antarctica. From what the minister said, he would not be back for two or three months.

"Welcome."

Professor McGonagall regained her normal expression and walked up to Umbridge. Only when they were close did Umbridge feel that she was being watched. This made her try to straighten her back and raise her chin so that she would not lose her dignity in front of the professor.

"Hello."

She stretched out her white lace gloves and gently shook hands with Professor McGonagall. She said in a shrill voice, like a little girl with a pinched throat, with a strange tone, "I am a senior investigator appointed by Minister Fudge himself. I came to Hogwarts to evaluate the teaching results and hope to give parents correct feedback."

"Okay, okay."

Professor McGonagall interrupted her, pointing her wand at her throat, "Loud voice—"

"Students, please be quiet."

Umbridge straightened her clothes, coughed twice, cleared her throat, and prepared for the glorious moment to come.

"This is Minister Fudge—"

"I am Dolores Umbridge, the senior investigative officer appointed by Minister Fudge himself."

Umbridge interrupted Professor McGonagall's speech very arrogantly and stood in front of the dining table. This action caused the black velvet bow on her short curly hair to shake violently. Behind her was Snape who was concentrating on eating.

This short, ugly and fat woman almost blocked most of Snape's vision. Snape stopped eating, straightened up, and stared at Umbridge coldly.