94 hp Diagon Alley

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There was a good laugh, but no one laughed so hard as Luna Lovegood.She laughed wildly, waking Hedwig out of her dream.It flapped its wings angrily, making Crookshanks furl in fright, and the dog whined menacingly, wanting to fight the owl.The Meebu Meebo in Neville's arms was about to spray pus on Harry, but in the end, everyone worked together to control the situation.

Anyway, on this homecoming, they befriended Luna, the madwoman Gwen told her she was called by some Slytherins the Gryffindor madwoman, although the blond Girls are indeed different.For example, after everyone got off the train, they boarded an automatic carriage.But Luna kept staring at the air in front of the carriage, and even touched it twice, the movements were exactly the same as Sirius' gesture of stroking Buckbeak.

Once inside the castle, the Great Hall was filled to the brim with four long college tables, above a starless black ceiling, exactly the same as the sky they could see outside through the tall windows.Candles floated above the dining table, illuminating the silver-white ghosts dotted in the auditorium and illuminating the excited faces of the students.They were chatting cheerfully, exchanging news from the summer holidays, shouting hello to friends from other houses, examining each other's new hairstyles and new clothes.It's just that people huddle together and whisper each other whenever Harry walks by.

Luna left them and sat down at the Ravenclaw table.As soon as they reached the Gryffindor table, Ginny was dragged over to sit down by several fourth-year students who yelled.Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville found seats together in the center of the table, and the faster twins and Gwen had already taken their seats, just to Harry's right.

"He's not there." Ron and Hermione also glanced over the staff table, which was unnecessary.Hagrid's big man, no matter which lineup he is in, will be highlighted at once.

There was a moment's silence before Harry spoke, his voice low enough not to be heard by the others: "Perhaps he hasn't come back yet. What you know - the unfinished task - is what he did for Dumbledore during the summer holidays." That thing."

But Hermione bit her lip and scanned the staff table back and forth, as if hoping to find a convincing explanation for Hagrid's absence. "Who's that?" she said sharply, pointing to the middle of the staff desk.

Gwen's eyes followed the direction she was pointing. The woman looked like someone's old unmarried aunt, short and fat, with short curly gray-brown hair and a knot on it. A big ugly pink bow that matched the fuzzy pink cardigan she wore over her gown.There were also pale, tomb-like faces and eyes with droopy lids and bulging eyeballs.

Gwen quickly withdrew her gaze and said to George and Fred, "Guess what class she teaches?"

Fred and George also looked over, showing indescribable expressions.

"Unless Hogwarts offers a new class this year..." Fred swallowed a potato hard.

"...For example, "Teach You How to Make Yourself Hate"?" George took a big sip of pumpkin juice to suppress his shock.

"Did Dumbledore hire her because she wrapped herself like cheap candy?" Gwen kept shaking her head.

Harry seemed to recognize her. "It's that Umbridge woman! She took part in my interrogation, and she works for Fudge!"

"What a nice cardigan!" said Ron with a smirk.

"She works for Fudge!" Hermione repeated, frowning. "Then what is she doing here?" Hermione looked carefully at the staff table, narrowing her eyes.

When the meal was over, their principal stood up and greeted them all.

"This year, we have had two changes in our teaching staff. We are delighted that she welcomes back Professor Graplan, who will teach you Care of Magical Creatures. We are also delighted to introduce Professor Umbridge, head of our Defense Against the Dark Arts class. New teacher."

Gwen and the twins gasped, and the three of them silently took out the mints they had just left and stuffed them into their mouths.

Dumbledore continued: "The selection for the House Quidditch team will be—"

He stopped short, and looked at Professor Umbridge questioningly.Since she was not much taller when standing up than when she was sitting, no one could understand why Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking. At this moment, Professor Umbridge cleared his throat: "cough, cough It was only then that everyone realized that she had stood up and was about to give a speech.

Dumbledore only looked surprised for a moment, and then he sat down alertly, looking intently at Professor Umbridge, as if he couldn't wait to hear what she had to say.Other teachers concealed their astonishment less subtly.Professor Sprout's eyebrows were almost tucked into her flowing hair, and Professor McGonagall kept his mouth so tight that Professor Snape moved his chair far away.

"Thank you, Headmaster," said Professor Umbridge with a smirk, "thank you for such a warm welcome." Her voice was high and shrill, breathy, like a little girl's, "It's great to see these happy little faces looking up at me!"

Not a single cheerful face around.On the contrary, the students all looked surprised that someone took them for five-year-old children.

"I'm sure we'll be really good friends!"

"No wonder," said Fred and George in unison.

Gwen gave them a thumbs up of approval from under the table.

Professor Umbridge cleared her throat again, but some of the breathiness in her voice was lost as she continued.Her voice was much more serious now, and her words were dry, as if they had been memorized by heart. "The Ministry of Magic has always believed that educating young wizards is a very important matter. The successive headmasters of Hogwarts have all innovated when shouldering the important task of managing this historically famous school, which is entirely due, because if there is no progress , it will stagnate, it will decay. Some changes have achieved good results, while others will be found to be poor decisions in due time. Let us continue to move forward into a new enlightened, efficient and reasonable era, resolutely maintain what should be maintained, improve what needs to be improved, and discard what we should prohibit."

"Thank you very much, Professor Umbridge, your speech was very enlightening." As he said, Dumbledore bowed to her, "Okay, as I said just now, the Quidditch selection will be ..."

"Yeah, really instructive," said Hermione in a low voice.

"Didn't you say you listened with gusto?" Ron asked softly, turning his dull face to Hermione. "That's probably the dullest speech I've ever heard, and I grew up around Percy. of it."

"I said illuminating, not entertaining," said Hermione. "It says a lot."

"Really?" said Harry in surprise. "It sounds like a lot of nonsense to me."

"Let me tell you what that means," Hermione gritted her teeth. "It means the Ministry of Magic is interfering in Hogwarts."

Reminded by Hermione, who is very politically sensitive, Gwen set the tone for her sixth grade, "I don't think this year will be much better than last year."

At dinner on the first day of school, Gwen sat pale at the long Gryffindor table, her friend Katie and her boyfriend George trying to amuse her.

"What's wrong with Gwen?" asked the Harry trio sitting across from them, who were discussing something.

"She has Defense Against the Dark Arts and Advanced Potions classes today." Katie said, avoiding Harry's eyes a little, although she was willing to believe Harry's words in her heart.

Gwen opened her mouth, closed it again, and opened it again, "How can you never imagine that Defense Against the Dark Arts class can be taught like this."

"I thought Potions class was scarier." Ron looked at Gwen suspiciously.

"Potions class is indeed scary, but I'm used to it." Gwen mechanically ate the stew that George put on her plate like a thunderbolt, "but she—Professor Snape is nothing compared to her." Angel. I don't want to spoil your surprise, have a good day."

Harry and Hermione looked at Katie. She and Gwen should have taken that class together, and Katie was obviously very dissatisfied. "She almost made me think I was only three years old this year."

"I never thought I'd have a worse Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," Gwen said to the twins. "Gentlemen, I'm worried about you."

Fred and George looked eager to try.

"I was so worried that you guys would fight her." Gwen closed her eyes in pain.

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Gwen expected that some people in Gryffindor would clash with the new professor, but she didn't expect that the chosen one would be Harry.

Dinner at the auditorium that night was not a pleasant experience.News of his quarrel with Umbridge spread like wildfire, surprisingly fast even by Hogwarts standards.When Harry sat between Ron and Hermione and started eating.There were whispers all around.Interestingly, none of the whisperers seemed to care whether Harry heard them or not.just