94 hp Diagon Alley

For dinner, there were hardly any people in the auditorium.

Harry didn't know why he looked irritable and annoyed, he didn't even say hello, looked at Ron and Ginny and asked, "How was the training?"

"A nightmare," said Ron gruffly.

"No way," Hermione looked at Ginny, "I don't think it's that—"

"Yeah," Ginny said, "it sucks, Angelina was on the verge of crying by the end."

Harry and Hermione looked at Gwen again.

"Don't look at me, I was knocked off the broom by Sloper today." Gwen said absentmindedly, "I think that's why Angelina is crying - the Gryffindor batsman beat his teammate .”

Ron and Ginny sighed and went back to the tower first, when the twins who came back from nowhere appeared and joined their conversation.

"Ron and Ginny aren't here?" Fred dragged a chair, looked around, and saw Harry shaking his head, he said, "That's good. We'll go to practice for a while this afternoon, and they're going to lose everything." , without us, they are a whole pile of waste."

"Don't say that, Ginny's not bad," said George fairly, taking a seat next to Fred. "I don't know how she can play so well, to be honest. We never played with her..."

"She's been in the broom shed since she was six years old and took turns stealing your brooms." Gwen was about to stuff a napkin into her mouth in a daze, but George stopped her.

"Did Ron catch the ball?" Hermione looked over from the "Magic Illustrated Book".

"If no one's looking at him, he can catch it," said Fred, rolling his eyes, "so once the Quaffle flew in his direction, we had to tell the audience to turn their backs and talk." He stood Get up and walk around restlessly, looking at the dark ceiling. "You know, Quidditch balls are the only thing worth keeping you here."

Hermione glared at him. "Exam is coming soon!"

"Told you, we don't care about NEWTs. The quick-acting skipping sugar is done. We found a way to get rid of the pustules. A few drops of Motra rat juice can solve the problem. It was inspired by Lee." George yawned big , Depressedly looking at the cloudy night sky.

"I can't believe it, Gwen." Hermione actually put down the tome she was translating, "Aren't you urging them to prepare for the exam this time?"

Gwen drank the last bit of pumpkin juice in a daze. "George and Fred are adults. And I'm not their mother."

Fred and George smiled defiantly at Hermione.

Gwen seriously considered whether to attend Hogwarts breakfast in the future, because the owls were a great unstable factor.

For example, that morning, at least five owls flew near Gwen, and of course, their goal was Harry.The owls flapped their wings and landed next to him, jostled around, stepped on the butter, knocked over the salt shaker, trying to be the first to deliver the letter to him.

"What happened?" asked Ron in amazement, as seven more owls landed among the first batch.They screamed and flapped their wings, and the entire Gryffindor table looked up.

Harry tore open one of the brown wrappers, and rolled out a tightly rolled copy of "The Quibbler", with a line of red letters printed on it: Harry Potter finally told the truth: The night I saw You-Know-Who resurrection.

"It's pretty cool, isn't it?" Luna wandered over to the Gryffindor table and squeezed herself between Fred and Ron. "It came out yesterday and I asked Dad to give you a copy. I think these are Letters from readers." She pointed at the owls, which were still jostling in front of Harry.

Ron and Hermione opened the letter together.

"A witch suggested that you go to St. Mungo's for a period of magical shock treatment." Hermione said disappointedly, crumpling up the letter.

"This one looks all right," Harry said slowly, reading a long letter from a Paisley witch. "Hey, she said she believed me!"

"This guy is a bit contradictory." George also enthusiastically participated in the opening of the letter, "You don't look like a lunatic, but he really doesn't want to believe that the mysterious man is back, so he doesn't know what to think now...God, really Waste of parchment."

"What's going on here?" said a pretended sweet, girlish voice.Professor Umbridge stood behind Fred and Luna, toad eyes scanning the mess of owls and letters in front of Harry.There are many students watching behind her.

"Is it illegal to receive letters now?" Fred exclaimed. "Be careful, Mr. Weasley, or I'll put you in jail," said Umbridge. "Mr. Potter?"

"People are writing to me because I've been interviewed about what happened to me last June."

"Interview?" Umbridge's voice was higher and higher than usual. "What did you say?"

"A reporter asked me a question, and I answered it," said Harry, "and here—" He threw The Quibbler at her, and she caught it, seeing the cover, a face as pale as dough There are ugly purple-red patches.

"When did you do it?" she asked, her voice trembling a little.

"The last time I went to Hogsmeade," said Harry.

She looked up at him, exasperated, the magazine trembling between her stubby fingers.

"You are not allowed to go to Hogsmeade again, Mr. Potter," she said softly, "How dare you?? How can you??" She took a deep breath, "I have taught you not to lie again and again, but You've obviously fallen on deaf ears. Fifty points from Gryffindor, plus a week in detention."

She walked away with a thud, clutching "The Quibbler" tightly in her chest, and the eyes of many students followed her.Before noon, huge notices were posted all over the school, not only on the bulletin board of the college, but also in the corridors and classrooms.The Hogwarts High Inquisitor ordered that any student found with The Quibbler be expelled immediately.

The above regulations comply with the "No.20 No. [-] Education Order".Signed: Senior Inquisitor Dolores Jane Umbridge.

Professor Umbridge stopped students around the school, demanding to see their bags and pockets.Gwen thought she was ridiculously stupid, and after a Transfiguration lesson, she used a couple of Copying Charms, plus a clever Transfiguration Charm - inspired by Harry's Marauder's Map.Harry's interviews looked like texts in textbooks to others, or were blanked out until they wanted to read them.Soon it seemed like everyone at school had read that article.

The teachers were of course banned from mentioning this interview by the "No. 20 No. [-] Education Order", but they still expressed their feelings in various ways.When Harry handed Professor Sprout a watering can, she gave Gryffindor twenty points.Professor Flitwick smiled and handed Harry a box of screaming candy mice at the end of Charms, said "Hush!" and hurried away.Professor Trelawney sobbed hysterically in her divination class, announcing to the astonished students and a disgruntled Umbridge that Harry would not die young but was doomed to live a long life, and that he would have ten more years to come as Minister for Magic. two children.

Harry was the hero of the Gryffindor common room that night, and Fred and George had the audacity to cast a magnifying spell on the cover of The Quibbler and hang it on the wall, with Harry's big head looking down From time to time, the audience loudly chanted slogans such as the Ministry of Magic being a fool and Umbridge going to eat shit.

Hermione seemed concerned when she learned that Gwen and Ginny were helping students cover up the interview in their respective years, but Ginny immediately refuted it.

"Forgive me, Hermione. I don't have any worries about a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who can't even use the 'Secret Reveal' spell."

Brilliantly, Umbridge, despite her dubious level of magic, has a knack for raising her minions—or minions, for that matter.Soon Gwen was invited to tea by her.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's office on the third floor is almost completely unrecognizable.Lace drapes and tablecloths were over everything.There were also several vases filled with dried flowers, each on a separate cushion.On one wall hangs a decorative set of plates, each featuring a large, brightly colored cat with a different bow around its neck.Made Gwen feel sorry for the cats for a split second.

"Good evening, Miss Ollivander."

Gwen hurriedly turned around in fright.She didn't notice Umbridge at first, because she was wearing a fiery red print gown that blended in so well with the tablecloth on the desk behind her that it was almost indistinguishable.

"Good evening, Professor Umbridge," said Gwen, trying to stay calm.

"Well, sit down," she said, pointing to a small lace-draped table.She had placed a straight chair beside her, and on the desk was a blank piece of parchment, apparently intended for her.

"I got a report from some enthusiastic students about you spreading some articles on a large scale on campus." The chunky Umbridge approached Gwen step by step, and she lowered her body, trying to create a sense of oppression for Gwen. "Give me a hint, Ms. Ollivander, those are not the "Quieker" magazines that are strictly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic." She picked up a stack of papers from the side table, which were the ones that Gwen helped hide. interview.

With a deep sense of disgust, Gwen suppressed the curse under her tongue, gritted her teeth, and replied, "I think those are just texts or blank paper. Professor, we are busy copying textbooks every day, and we don't have time to read The Quibbler."

Umbridge straightened up and looked at her with a strange smile. "You may be right, I may not have evidence for the time being." She turned around