94 hp Diagon Alley

Lie and say no! said Harry. "And I won't let you hurt yourself!" he added, and when he finally crossed the threshold, he put down the elf and slammed the door behind him.

Panting, the twins Gwen and Wen ran to the jumping machine parked in the corner of the eighth floor, and sat on it directly to descend to the first floor of the castle.

Gwen swallowed the bloody smell in her throat, and said hoarsely, "It was almost...they caught us...it was like running for our lives..."

"We should throw a few big shit eggs—"

"—or decoy bombs," said Fred and George.

Dobby's big head popped into the air with a thump, and it snapped its fingers desperately until the twins clamped around the punishing elf.It just started to speak with a sob: "Harry Potter was captured by her."

The three of them exchanged eyes without tears, and Umbridge got the result she wanted most.

Gwen and the twins escaped all the way, and finally met Ron and Hermione in the common room.They stayed up until late at night, only to wait for Harry, who was devastated, to come back.

The boy kept covering the scar on his forehead, and only told everyone that Marietta was the informer.Umbridge found the parchment they signed, with Dumbledore's Army capitalized on it.The Minister of Magic seems more willing to believe that this student society is a private army formed by Dumbledore to fight against the Ministry of Magic.

Hermione's brows were tightly frowned, and when she heard that Fudge was going to send Dumbledore to Azkaban, she almost tore through the cushion in her arms.Luckily Harry told her that Dumbledore hadn't just let it go.

"He said, 'I remember I have a bunch of other things that I'd rather be doing.'"

Everyone was still digesting the unexpected news. They would never have imagined that the mutual aid organization for the students to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts turned into a conspiracy against Fudge under Umbridge's control—this led to their The principal ran away overnight.

"Sorry, I need to be alone for a while." Harry rubbed his fingers over the scar.

The twins Gwen and Wen immediately stood up and said good night to their friends. Ron and Hermione seemed worried that Harry was alone, but at his insistence, they also went up the stairs to their dormitories.

When Harry was alone in the common room, he took out a shard of mirror from his pocket and called "Sirius" softly.

After a while, Sirius appeared in the mirror with his disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes.

"Good evening, Harry." He coughed a few times, "I was just... looking for something."

Harry felt that the godfather was lying, but at the moment his head was also in a mess, and he hurriedly told Sirius what happened just now.

At first, Sirius was filled with righteous indignation, he has always supported Harry and DA's activities, if it wasn't for the mission of the Order of the Phoenix, he might be the first to move into Hogwarts to be the students' remedial teacher-resist the Ministry of Magic and the damn Ugly Mrridge.But then his face became a little serious.

"Are you sure what Dumbledore said in the end was 'I remember I have a bunch of other things I'd rather be doing'?"

Harry's scar was stinging again, and that kind of nameless fire was rising. He subconsciously wanted to rub it, but he put his hand down because he was afraid that the godfather opposite would be worried.Then he said with a wry smile, "Dumbledore's last sentence was to let me practice Occlumency, but he did mention what he was going to do."

Sirius rolled his eyes, and comforted Harry first, "Don't be too stressed, Harry. I said snot - Snape won't teach you well. As for what Dumbledore has to do..." He twitched Sniffing, "I have to find him quickly."

Then he greeted Harry curtly and closed the mirror.

Early the next morning, a message that most students didn't want to see appeared on the bulletin board.

The Ministry of Magic ordered Dolores Jane Umbridge (Senior Inquisitor) to succeed Albus Dumbledore as Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The above regulations are in line with the "No. 20 No. [-] Education Order".

Signed: Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic.

"Dumbledore will be back soon." Ernie MacMillan listened intently to Harry's description, and said confidently on the way back from herbalism class, "they couldn't get rid of him when we were in second year." Well, they couldn't do it this time. The fat friar told me—" He lowered his voice so mysteriously that Harry, Ron and Hermione had to lean closer to him to hear him,"—yesterday At night they searched the castle and grounds for him. Then that Umbridge tried to get into his office. But there was no way to get past the monster. The headmaster's office was sealed off by itself, and she couldn't get in." Ernie smiled smugly, "Obviously , she lost her temper."

"Hmm, I think she's intent on sitting in the Headmaster's office," said Hermione disgustedly as they climbed the stone steps into the hall, "to lord it over all the teachers, the stupid egomaniac, The powerful old man—”

"Hey, are you really going to finish this sentence, Granger?" Draco Malfoy slipped out from behind the door, followed by Crabbe and Goyle.A malevolent look flashed across his pale, pointed face. "I'm afraid I'll have to take some points off Gryffindor and Hufflepuff," he drawled.

"We're prefects too, remember?" snapped Ron.

"And we're members of the investigative operations team, King Weasley," Malfoy said wryly.Crabbe and Goyle chuckled.

"What?" Hermione asked sharply.

"Investigative Operations, Granger," Malfoy said, pointing to a small silver symbol beneath the prefect's badge on his robes, "is a select group of students who all support the Ministry, led by Professor Umbridge Hand picked. So, Granger, five points off you for disrespecting our new Headmaster. Five points off McMillan for talking back to me. Five points off Porter because I don't like you .Weasley, your shirt isn't tucked in, so I'll take another five points." He laughed and stalked off with Crabbe and Goyle.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned involuntarily to the huge hourglass behind them, built side by side in an alcove, recording the scores of the various houses.This morning, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were neck and neck in the lead.Under their watchful eyes, the gems flew upwards, and the number of gems in the lower half of the hourglass became less and less.In fact, only the Slytherin hourglass containing the emeralds seems to have remained unchanged.

"You noticed, didn't you?" asked Fred's voice.

He, George, and Gwen had just come down the marble stairs and stood before the hourglass with Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ernie.

"Malfoy nearly deducted fifty points from us just now," Harry said angrily, as they watched a few more gems fly up from the Gryffindor hourglass.

"Miss Poodle Parkinson also deducted five points from me, because she failed to perform beauty magic with her wand today." Gwen squeezed a few words, "I told her about Ollivander's wand It can't save her ugly heart."

"What did you do to her?" Ron asked expectantly.

"I really like Marietta's look." Gwen curled her lips. "She will look so beautiful tomorrow morning."

"And Montague was going to deduct points from us at recess," George said.

"What do you mean, 'plan'?" Ron asked quickly.

"He didn't finish the sentence," Fred said, "because we actually shoved him upside down in the disappearing cabinet on the second floor."

Hermione looked taken aback.

"You're going to get into big trouble!"

"Not until Montague reappears, which may take weeks, and I don't know where we've sent him," said Fred coldly. "Anyway...we've decided not to Stop worrying about getting into trouble."

"Are you worried?" Hermione asked.

"Of course," George said, "we've never been kicked out? We've always known where to draw the line. Maybe crossed a toe once in a while."

"But we always stop before we make a big mess," Fred said.

"What about now?" Ron asked uncertainly.

"Well, now—" said George.

"—now that Dumbledore is gone—" said Fred.

"—we think there's a big mess—" said George.

"—just what our dear new Headmaster deserves," said Fred.

"You can't do that!" Hermione whispered, "You absolutely can't! She'd love to have a reason to fire you!" Then she turned her eyes to Gwen.

To her disappointment, Gwen might have been a little startled, but she hadn't tried to stop the twins in the slightest.

"You don't get it, Hermione?" Fred said to her, laughing. "We don't want to stay here anymore. If we didn't decide to do something for Dumbledore, we would drop out immediately. So, anyway ’” he glanced at his watch, “Phase [-] is about to begin. If I were you, I’d go to the auditorium for lunch, so the teachers would see that you had nothing to do with that.”

"Nothing to do with anything at all?" Hermione asked uneasily.

"You'll see," said George, "now go."

"Stay as long as you can in the Great Hall," Gwen said at last.

As more and more people descended to lunch, Fred, George, and Gwen turned away, disappearing into the crowd.

The three men preparing the first phase of the attack failed to anticipate him