[HP] Born to be a pair

Someone was yelling around the corner, and Renee heard Umbridge's voice. She had been berating someone in the corridor angrily, but hurried over when she heard Malfoy's voice.

A look of disappointment flashed across her face at the sight of the two intimate figures sitting on top of each other - Renee guessed she must have thought it was Harry who had been caught.

But being able to catch two undisciplined students was enough to give her joy, and she waved her wand again to force Renee away from Neville, while the other hand grabbed Renee's wrist.

"you--"

Before she finished speaking, there was another loud noise, and Crabbe and Goyle came over twisting Harry, who was tightly bound by the ropes of the Imprisonment Curse and was trying to break free.

"We've got Potter!" Crabbe smiled innocently, as if begging Umbridge to reward them with some candy.

"Potter! That's great—it's him!" Umbridge beamed with joy, and even let go of Renee's hand because of it, "Wonderful... that's great... fifty points for Slytherin! Potter , you can't hide now—where did you catch him?"

"Boys bathroom!" Goyle replied quickly.

"I don't understand anymore!"

Renee snapped Neville's arm out of Malfoy's and said innocently before Harry glared at Umbridge and said.

"It turns out that not only chatting in the corridor is against the rules, but going to the bathroom is also against the rules!"

"It's not against the rules to chat in the corridor," Umbridge said in the gentlest, kindest and most intimidating tone.

"But you violated the rules against witches and wizards being too close together; and Potter—Vincent, Gregory, my boy, what was he doing when you caught him?"

"Looks like—" Crabbe and Goyle said uncertainly, looking at each other, "peeing."

"So the Ministry of Magic doesn't allow people to pee after eight o'clock." Harry looked at Umbridge sarcastically.

And her complexion also became ugly, she glared at Harry bitterly, and said through gritted teeth: "You really know how to speak, Potter——unfortunately, we have witnesses, you can't escape, you all have to go to the principal room!

Draco, you take a few students to the library and look again to see if anyone is out of breath - and Miss Parkinson, you can check the girls' bathroom again - quick, you go Come on, catch a few more people! "

Neville was going crazy with fright. He grabbed Renee's hand and stared at Harry, who was staggered by Umbridge, with fearful eyes. worry.

The closer she got to the principal's office, the happier Umbridge was. She walked in the front beamingly, not giving a single glance to the students who had become criminals in her eyes.

And Renee took this opportunity to shake her head at Harry. She had already cleaned up all the evidence in the Room of Requirement, and Hermione took away the last piece of evidence nailed to the wall. If you don't admit it, it's hard for the Ministry of Magic to convict.

—Precisely, as long as they don't use Veritaserum or Legilimency... However, with Headmaster Dumbledore around, Renee never worries about such problems.

"You wait here," Umbridge said, turning to them. "I'll bring the initiator in first, and then you."

Neither Renee nor Neville spoke, watching the stone monster jump away, revealing the split wall behind it, and then Umbridge dragged Harry up the ascending spiral staircase.

"What are we going to do?" said Neville anxiously. "Are they going to fire Harry? D—"

"Hush!" Renee quickly covered his mouth and looked around vigilantly, "Don't worry, Harry won't be fired! He didn't violate any rules, and that old hag didn't have any evidence to prove it!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Marietta, who covered her cheeks, lowered her head and rubbed towards the door. Her fiery red and golden curly hair was very conspicuous in the dim corridor.

Renee knew what kind of punishment she had suffered, but Neville didn't. He only knew that the man in front of him had betrayed the DA and told Umbridge and the Ministry of Magic everything!

He couldn't help but snorted coldly, and stared at her bitterly: "What are you doing here?"

Marietta didn't speak, she flinched in fear, and tremblingly pulled the scarf covering her cheek even tighter.

The warm wand slipped from Renee's cuff and slipped into her palm. With just a flick, the skilled tongue-binding spell struck the informer who was still in pain.

"Ugh!" Marietta suddenly raised her head in horror, as if she was looking for who made her tongue stick to the roof of her mouth, but there was no one around with a wand, so she turned her eyes to Renee again.

"What's staring at me?" Renee said contemptuously. "There's nothing else on my face but smooth skin."

There was a sound of small and crisp high-heeled shoes walking, and Renee quickly stepped forward and approached Marietta, causing her to back away in panic, but Renee was not trying to threaten her, but——was able to stand behind her smoothly.

"Come up with me!" cried Umbridge. "Marietta, dear, come up—and you two, wait here a little longer! Don't leave, or Gryffindor will die." One hundred points will be deducted!"

Marietta dawdled up the spiral staircase, as if it took a week to walk into the principal's office from where she had been.Umbridge couldn't stand it, and she trotted down, her strong, heavy steps clattering.

She grabbed Marietta again and dragged her upstairs like a vise.Who would have thought that the other end of the scarf that this girl used to cover her facial sores was firmly hanging on the button of Renee's vest.

As they moved, the scarf was ripped off and fell on the stairs. Marietta turned her head suddenly, and the dense purple pustules on her face were immediately exposed to the bright torches. Everyone present saw the word— -'informer'!

"My God!" Neville exclaimed, pulling Renee back a few steps, and Renee took the scarf away again, out of Marietta's reach.

And she howled, covered her face with her hands and knocked Umbridge away, and ran up the stairs in three steps at a time.

A couple of Slytherins came running over, and it looked like they hadn't caught any more members of the DA.

After Umbridge learned of this, she looked surprisingly resentful, and because of this, after about 10 minutes, she hurried downstairs again and brought Renee and Neville into the principal's office.

Renee had never been to the principal's office, but she could not take a closer look at this mysterious room - because the office was full of people: Principal Dumbledore with white hair like a dandelion sitting behind the desk, with slender fingers fingertips together;

Professor McGonagall stood upright beside him, looking seriously at the two who had just entered the office.

That left the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, a few of his Auror minions and a Percy Weasley she didn't know very well.

"These two people were also near the eighth floor before!" Umbridge pushed them hard, and said a little frantically,

"They must have just escaped from that room, otherwise they couldn't explain why they were still hovering on the eighth floor at nine o'clock-the time to return to the lounge!"

"Ouch!" Renee pulled Neville down, and the two of them fell to the carpet, his cry of pain drew Dumbledore's hidden anger warning: "Dolores! I will never allow you to be rough Treat my students."

When Harry came to help them up, Renee glanced down at everyone's expressions. Harry looked very relaxed and gloating; covered his mouth.

Cornelius Fudge looked tired and said awkwardly, "Dolores, calm down."

"Then, Miss Hawke, please explain this question to everyone." Dumbledore said, looking at Renee with comforting eyes.

"Excuse me, explain what?" Renee asked.

"Why are you two still there at nine o'clock—" Fudge cast her eyes on Umbridge, and she said quickly, "The Room of Requirement."

"—At the door of the House of Requirement, have you just attended the illegal assembly held by Potter?"

"What's the Room of Requirement?" Renee asked again.

"That's where you held your illegal assembly!" Fudge said impatiently.

"Oh——" Renee pretended to be suddenly enlightened, causing everyone present to stare at her face, "What is an illegal assembly?"

"Enough! You silly girl!" cried Umbridge angrily. "Stop playing such petty tricks in front of ministers and professors!"

"I think Miss Hawke just doesn't understand where your problems come from," said Professor McGonagall coldly,

"You just have to ask her—why are the fifth graders not on their way back, but in the hallway, when it's almost nine o'clock when they have to go back to the lounge?"

"So that's the problem!" Renee received a look from Professor McGonagall. She looked at Fudge and Umbridge with strange eyes, and explained slowly.

"Well...it's embarrassing to say, because it was not yet nine o'clock, so we were in the corridor and did not violate the school rules.

And after nine o'clock we were with Professor Umbridge, who had asked us not to leave her side - I mean, what student could refuse a professor's order? "

Neville nodded beside him with a suppressed smile.

"As for why Neville and I were alone," Renee went on, "it was because we were on a date—although we wished we could return to the common room later, but Professor Umbridge found us.

Professor, we planned this, but didn't actually do it - we won't be punished for it, will we? "

The office suddenly fell silent, only the sound of spraying mist from the delicate silverware on the table, as if Renee had expressed how incomprehensible her love life was in front of them.

Especially Umbridge and Fudge, their expressions were almost frozen, while the muscles on Professor McGonagall's face twitched, and soon returned to nature.

After a while, Dumbledore said with a smile: "Of course not, Miss Hawke. Young souls can only taste more colorful tastes in wonderful love, ah--that's great."

"They're lying!" Umbridge was completely flustered. She looked at the disappointed Fudge, almost rushing forward to force Renee to tell the truth, but she stopped because of the disapproval expressions of the others present.

"We're still in love," Renee said to Umbridge kindly, taking Neville's hand.

"You should be able to understand, right? You should have experienced that kind of thinking that you don't want to be separated from each other all the time!"

Umbridge suddenly turned livid, as if he had been greatly insulted, and stared at Renee with those bulging toad-like eyes.

"Enough!" Cornelius Fudge, impatient, interrupted the unusually odd conversation. "Do you have any other evidence—or witnesses, Dolores?"

Umbridge let out a soft, choking voice, as thin as a little girl's, but she had a mean and old face, and this face shook her head slowly, finally ending the farce tonight.

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The following excerpts are from the Harry Potter Wiki.

Although Dolores has been doing her best to start a relationship with a superior (she never cared who it was, she just knew that her position would be more secure with a powerful husband), Dolores Smith never had a marriage of any kind.

Although her boss affirmed her efforts and ambitions, anyone who knew her could not have a good impression of her.

As long as a glass of sweet sherry is down, Dolores will start to talk about her most cold-blooded opinions, thinking about how ruthless people in the non-magical world should be treated; Dolores' proposal would have been awe-inspiring.

So Renee knew from some aspects that she had never had a long-term relationship or marriage, so she said this on purpose.