[hp] Black Dog Breeding Manual

Not long after the No. 20 No. [-] education order was promulgated, Anaska received a letter from Sirius.The letter mentioned that Sirius had recently attended the Parents' Day at the Muggle school where their youngest son, Leonard Black, was studying, saying that everything was fine so far, and that one or two Muggles who found that something was wrong with Leonard were all dismissed. Sirius coped with it with a confusion spell.

Anaska found herself missing both father and son more and more.

Life at Hogwarts has made her tired recently, and Umbridge regards her as his ally, and talks to her when he is bored.Anaska was clearly aware of Umbridge's ambiguous intentions in getting close to her, and she had been trying to pry the secrets of Hogwarts and Dumbledore from Anaska.

Anaska couldn't speak a word, of course, but she had never been a showman or a pretty person, and dealing with Dolores Umbridge made her uncomfortable.There is not even a little bit of friendship in this relationship. Anaska just hopes that she can help Dumbledore, and Umbridge's goal is also very clear. From the mouth of a teacher who seems easy to deal with Get more information.

In fact, Anaska didn't know how long she could hold the situation.

Leonard's recent situation was not the only content of the letter. Sirius also estimated the reason why the Ministry of Magic suddenly passed the new decree.

One of the members of the Ministry of Magic - Mundungus Fletcher - has been responsible for following Harry and the others, which is also considered from the perspective of protecting Harry Potter's safety.And last weekend, he heard at the Pig's Head that Harry was planning to organize a Defense Against the Dark Arts team.

At present, many members of the Ministry of Magic are aware of this matter, except for Sirius, the Weasley family is also aware of this matter.

And then Umbridge somehow seemed to get the news too, and scrambled out for that loathsome new education order.

"Molly asked me to ask you to tell Ron not to participate in this illegal assembly. She thinks Ron will be expelled from school and ruin his career. Of course, I just swear to her that it will be in the letter to you Speaking of this, it's up to you to tell Ron or not." Sirius wrote in the letter, and Anaska seemed to be able to read from his words the joy that followed the successful prank.

To be honest, Anaska thought it would be a good idea to form a Defense Against the Dark Arts self-study group if it weren't for the fact that illegal assembly would result in expulsion from school.

Umbridge couldn't even make the students learn defensive skills in the first grade, and Voldemort was stalking somewhere outside the school, and the children had to have a means of self-defense.

Sirius Black's attitude is very clear support, and it is full support.

Anaska wasn't sure whether to encourage Harry and the others or to discourage them, but she thought Harry should at least know that many other people knew about it and that their secrecy was not perfect. If it must be done, organize it more secretly.

So, Anaska found an opportunity to call Harry's trio to her office.

"Organizing any kind of party is now illegal," Anaska poured them a drink and said straight to the point, "Before you do it, you'd better think about it."

The three of them clearly didn't expect this opening, with Ron, Hermione, and Harry exchanging surprised glances, before Harry asked, "That... you know? It wasn't Umbridge who told you." Bar?"

Apparently they've also found out that the new education order is specifically for them, and Harry looks a little nervous.

"No, Sirius told me, and many people know about it." Anaska shook her head, then turned to Ron, "Ron, your mother asked us to warn you, and she doesn't allow you to participate. Besides, she doesn't Hope Harry and Hermione do that."

Anaska seemed to see Sirius Black showing an annoyed look in her mind, scolding her for ruining a harmless little prank with his eyes.

The three children didn't seem to know what expressions to show. They looked at each other and didn't speak for a while.

"However, Sirius is quite agreeable to you, and he's even willing to help—if there's anything he can do."

Anaska added the second half of the sentence, and Harry and Ron's eyes lit up again immediately.

"What about you? Anaska, what do you think?" Hermione asked her carefully and softly.

Ron answered for her before Anaska: "Of course it's the same as Sirius. They are husband and wife, aren't they? You must have discussed it with us before telling us, right?"

Anaska looked at Ron's confident face, a little embarrassed to hit him.

"No, actually I'm not as much in favor of it as he is, but I'm not against it either . . . as long as you can make sure you don't let anyone know about it, and make sure that no one else you're with will go and snitch on Umbridge."

Hermione thought for a while, and said confidently: "You can leave this to me, I can handle it."

Suddenly, Hermione touched Harry with her arm, "By the way, Harry, don't you have something else to say?"

"Oh—no—" Harry touched the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead uncomfortably, his expression absent-minded, "Forget it, I have nothing to say."

Hermione gave him a disapproving look, as if she was about to poke a hole in Harry's face.

All of the school's Quidditch teams had to reapply for combinations because of that disgusting law.The Slytherin team quickly passed the audit - there was no suspense, Umbridge himself is a Slytherin through and through.Subsequently, the Quidditch teams of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw also passed the trial without any risk.

In the end, only the Gryffindor team was left hanging in the air.Every time Anaska met Harry, she found him listless, missing team practice, and Harry's greatest joy of the semester was robbed.

As a result, Professor McGonagall had to bring the matter to Dumbledore's office, and the Quidditch team was finally reorganized.

The weather is getting cooler, and at some point, the scorched leaves are blown on the ground by the cold wind, and the branches are bare in the air.

winter is here.

Anaska is busy preparing lessons and grading homework. The end of the first semester means that there are only half a year left before the OWLs exams for the fifth grade and the NEWTs exams for the seventh grade. She has to assign a lot of homework to the students to consolidate the exam-related At the same time, she herself had to correct thick papers.

Her personal time was so encroached upon that she felt a little better only at the thought of being home for Christmas.

Anaska buried herself in the homework handed in by the students for an unknown amount of time, she raised her head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

Today is the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Although she wasn't really keen on Quidditch and was really tired, Anaska decided to go over to cheer Harry after a few minutes of consideration.

No matter what time of day, the court was always hot, and even the freezing air was warmed by the body heat of the students, and Anaska found that she could even take off her jacket.

This time it wasn't just Harry, Ron was on the field too, he was the goalkeeper.

But things seemed to be going against Ron, with sweat dripping from his brow and his lips clenched, while the Slytherins kept chanting a 'Weasley is our King' song.

In the stadium, people's emotions are always easily driven.Ron missed several balls, Slytherin's score was rising, and Anaska was unconsciously worrying about them.

Luckily, Harry was an experienced Seeker, and he rode his Firebolt nimbly through the air like a bolt of lightning.Malfoy's speed and skill were absolutely impossible to surpass Harry, and Gryffindor won the final victory.

Anaska was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she saw a Slytherin - Crabbe, it seemed - throw a Bludger hard at Harry.

boom!

The ball hit Harry in the lower back and knocked him off the broom!

Anaska's heart almost stopped with fright, she hurried out of the auditorium, ready to go to see if Harry was okay.

The chaos didn't stop, the Slytherin Seeker seemed to be taking the initiative, and the Weasley twins joined the fray.

Anaska couldn't hear clearly, she could only make herself run faster——

*Anaska gradually heard the captain of the Gryffindor team, a little girl, trying to reassure her team members: "Don't pay attention to him, don't pay attention to him, Fred, let him shout, he just Jealous of losing, this uneducated little—"

"—but you like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter? Still on holiday there, don't you? I don't know how you can stand the smell, but I think you were brought up by Muggles, Weasley The dirt nest at home smells good—"

George and Fred were about to go up and beat Malfoy, but the others stopped them.

But no one went up to seal Draco Malfoy's mouth, so he looked grim, and continued to mockingly insult each of their family members: "It may also be, you remember the smell of your mother's house, the Weasley family's pig Circles remind you of—”

He couldn't finish his sentence, and for a split second Harry and George both punched Malfoy in the stomach.

Anaska, Professor Hodge and Professor McGonagall arrived at the scene at the same time, and they managed to separate the three people who were fighting together.

McGonagall brought Harry, Fred, and George back to her office. Anaska was a little worried. She followed, but she didn't enter the door and stayed outside.

Professor McGonagall was lashing out at some of her college students, looking like a mad lioness trying to swallow her cubs in one gulp.

Umbridge appeared outside the office, apparently on a tip.

"Ahem," she walked in with that disgusting smile on her face, "Do you need my help, Professor McGonagall?"

"Help? What do you mean, help?" McGonagall looked at her in disgust.

"Oh, I thought you'd appreciate a little more authority," said Umbridge coquettishly.

Professor McGonagall ignored her and turned to Harry, announcing in a very angry, extremely angry tone that she would detain Harry and George for a full week.

"I think they should be punished more than solitary confinement." Umbridge smiled sweetly.

Umbridge dug out a brand new parchment scroll from his handbag.

"No.20 No. [-] Education Order".

"Cough, cough... Minerva, actually, you showed me that we needed a new order... Remember when you overruled me? I disagreed with the reorganization of the Gryffindor Quidditch team , you go to Dumbledore, he insisted on letting the team play." Umbridge said with a smile on his face, "This made me realize that the senior investigator must have the right to deprive the students of their privileges, There is also the power to change the decisions of other teachers, otherwise, wouldn’t it be inferior to the power of ordinary teachers? Fortunately, the Minister of Magic fully agrees with my point of view, now, let me read out the new decree, cough, cough..."*

Anaska's hands turned cold as Umbridge read triumphantly the decree extending her power to infinity.

She heard Umbridge's high-pitched, thin voice continue happily: "So, I announce that Mr. Potter, and both Mr. Weasleys, are suspended for life and never to play. First of all, they both have Seriously violent, and the other Mr. Weasley, if he hadn't been stopped, would have beaten Mr. Malfoy too. I'm going to confiscate all three of their flying broomsticks and lock them in my office forever..."

When Anaska came to her senses, something had happened, and she even forgot that she should use a wand.

She walked over calmly and slapped Umbridge hard on the left cheek.

"You—" Umbridge was stunned by the sudden turn of events, "what are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was wrong." Anaska couldn't believe her mind was so clear, "I didn't want to hit this side of the face."

After finishing speaking, she slapped Umbridge harder on the right cheek with her backhand.

Umbridge lunged at Anaska to fight back, but she was immediately pinned to the ground by Harry and the two Weasleys.

"Professor Black, I swear we didn't see anything," said George tactfully.

"Yes, we only saw that Professor Umbridge suddenly jumped at you like crazy, maybe she should go to Madam Pomfrey for treatment immediately," Fred said.

"She must have been bitten by something."

"The piggies, it must be the piggies. Professor Umbridge must have been bitten by the piggies to go mad."

"Fred is right. Poor Professor Umbridge is so infected that she looks exactly like a piggie."

Umbridge kept struggling, but how could she resist the strength of three Quidditch players?She looked as if she wanted to call for help like Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall pondered for a while before standing up.

"What are you standing there for?" Minerva McGonagall said seriously, "Harry, go and call Madam Pomfrey, Professor Umbridge's sanity is no longer clear, and her memory may also be confused .”

The author has something to say: All the content and dialogue in * are quoted from the original text. I tried my best to change the non-dialogue part, but I really can’t change it. In order to make the plot coherent, I quoted more this time...

I hope you understand, okay?=3=~~~~