[HP] Born to be a pair

The news of the setback of the Ministry of Magic spread throughout the school overnight. No one knew the reason why they came to ask for responsibility, but everyone in the castle seemed to have heard about their dejected departure from the fire.

The most gratifying thing is that Umbridge's spirit was frustrated, and he didn't appear on any occasion for several days.

Even in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the scope and assignments that should be read in this class are written on the blackboard. Without the supervision of the professor, the students seem a little slack.

"I heard that she was reprimanded by her boss!" Lisa said happily,

"Isn't it embarrassing to see people? She always talks about how important she is in the ministry-now I understand that it turns out that being important can make people depressed."

"Did they really find no evidence?" Padma was a little worried, and asked cryptically, "Maybe they just had bad eyesight that day..."

"They have good eyesight," Renee said, raising her eyebrows. "Neville and I are almost one person, and they can find us too."

The other two girls blushed, and they quickly changed the subject to talk about Marietta, who had recently been admitted to the school hospital.

"What's wrong with her? Was she shocked by Cornelius Fudge and Umbridge?" Lisa asked, who didn't understand the truth of the matter at all.

"She must be avoiding us," Padma, who is a member of DA, said contemptuously, "for fear that we will know her shady tricks, isn't it?"

Renee didn't answer, the curse pustules on Marietta's face were only partly relieved, and the remaining acne scars were still mottled all over her cheeks.

And in order to make this 'poor girl' persist until graduation, Professor Flitwick cast an amnesiac on her, hoping she could forget all the bad things.

—and what else can Renee say?An amnesiac whistleblower who left a lifelong mark, she won't be paying attention anymore.

However, now Renee is more interested in the curse cast by Hermione.

It's a pity that within a few days of the good days of the students, the Ministry of Magic was outraged by a report in the "Daily Prophet" one day.

The first page of the newspaper directly magnified the huge photo of Dumbledore and Fudge, and a wide white line separated the positions of the two: Dumbledore was unhurried and relaxed smiling at the camera; Fudge was smiling at the camera His face was covered with cold sweat, and his evasive eyes were clearly captured.

This probably really offended Fudge's dignity as the Minister of Magic. He immediately added several real powers to Umbridge, who was a senior investigator and professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and even appointed her as another vice-principal.

"It's not fair!" Everyone crowded in front of the bulletin board, and several Gryffindor third-years blushed with anger, shouting loudly, "Professor McGonagall is the only vice-principal!"

"The school board has passed this decision," Draco Malfoy, standing on the edge of the crowd, said maliciously,

"Schools can now have two vice-principals at the same time - and in competition."

"Thank you for your detailed introduction, Mr. Malfoy."

Not far away, Professor McGonagall, wearing a dark green satin robe, walked quickly and said coldly,

"But it's almost time for the first class, you shouldn't be here anymore, everyone! Get your schoolbags and go to class."

Umbridge reappeared in classes - not only in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but even in some 'still in probationary' classes, she appeared more frequently.

High-spirited, arrogant, pointing at other professors, and her return also revived those Slytherin students who obeyed her - all so-called pure blood, by the way - who followed suit , swaggering through the corridor.

They seem to have obtained some kind of secret order, as long as someone violates their opinions or does something they think is not pleasing, there will be an automatic quill pen that they carry with them to start writing and drawing.

And these prejudiced words will be placed on Umbridge's desk that night, and the next day, all the names that appear on the parchment will be deducted points and punished with confinement. Very basic, no upper limit.

It was also difficult for Dumbledore to do anything about it, because Umbridge's reasons for deducting points were very ingenious, and he had become busier recently, with countless letters from the Ministry of Magic flying towards him like snowflakes, making him Had to travel a lot to London or elsewhere.

But before he left, maybe with some instructions, all the professors started desperately trying to give points to students other than Slytherin.

Anyone memorized the content of the last lesson?Awesome, [-] points for your academy!

What a good boy you picked up the rolling crystal ball for the professor!Five points for you!

What makes the students most happy and scared is not the bonus points of each professor, but the no deductions from Professor Snape.

Even the first years knew how much Snape, as Head of Slytherin, was partial to his own house.

However, at this juncture, he didn't take the opportunity to deduct all other people's points, but turned a blind eye to the messy cauldron with a livid face, and only punished a few people for after-school punishment until he couldn't bear it anymore.

There are still six weeks before the OWL exam, and the students in the castle are used to the frequent deductions and additions of the jeweled hourglass in the auditorium that calculates the college's scores.

The red, blue and yellow gemstones never stopped for a moment, flying up and down non-stop, looking like bees among thousands of flowers in spring, buzzing and busy.And the quietest one is only the emerald belonging to Slytherin, which honestly stays at the bottom, full of accumulation.

——After all, other professors are not as thick-skinned as Umbridge, looking for various opportunities to deduct points from Slytherin.

While Renee and her friends were having lunch, a majestic and beautiful owl flew in. He was sleek, strong and looked just as well kept.

And this owl didn't fly anywhere else, but flew straight towards Renee.

"What's going on here?" Renee was taken aback, and caught the letter dropped by the owl. She rarely received a letter from the wizarding world.

The letter looked like it had been opened, and a bright red seal was stamped on the yellowed envelope, which said 'Approved by Hogwarts Senior Inquisitor'.

"It must have been dismantled by the so-called 'investigation team' again!" Lisa said angrily,

"Can you believe it? They also opened my package and stole some of my Easter eggs!"

Padma was also outraged: "The letter my mother sent me and Parvati was also opened by them. It's so disgusting!"

Renee doesn't have time to join them in complaining when she discovers that the letter is from her aunt, Abigail Shafik.

How could she send herself a letter?The last meeting was not very pleasant. Renee thought that she would never want to be in touch with her again.

To Renee,

Last time our meeting was too hasty, and I said a lot of things I shouldn't have said to you in a very irrational state, I should apologize to you.

In view of the fact that I have investigated the whole matter and solved the problem, I am not afraid to tell you that the cocoa powder that day was filled with a potion, a potion that can force people to tell the truth, veritaserum.

That's why I answer every question you have. I said a lot of things like a lunatic, and my condition would worsen due to the conflict of potions. Fortunately, a therapist saved me.

And since you already know most about Leah, that is, your mother's life experience, I also want to ask you to find time to come to Shafiq's house for a talk, so that I can tell you all the truth, so that you won't suffer from it in the future. Hearing the gossip, he came to question me again.

So please include your free time in your reply so I can arrange the schedule.

PS I don’t know if I can remember it on May 16st, so I wish you a happy [-]th birthday in advance.

Abigail Shafik.

It turned out she was fine!Renee always thought that Aunt Abigail was still recuperating in St. Mungo's, after all, she was terrified by the sudden accident before she left.

Now being able to receive letters from her in good health made Renee feel much relieved.

In a short period of time, countless images about the day of the visit flashed through her mind, and Renee couldn't help wondering if the proud, half-dressed Mrs. Shafik had something to do with Veritaserum.

Because the therapist mentioned that there were only two visitors that day, and apart from Renee, the most likely one was Mrs. Shafik who had talked with the therapist outside the door of Ward No. Did Aunt Abigail drink anything...

It seems that Shafiq's house is not completely safe and reliable. Although Aunt Abigail clearly stated that she has solved everything, Renee can't help but still raise her vigilance secretly in her heart.

It's a pity, however, that if the letter had been mailed before Easter, Renee would still have found time to visit Abigail Shafik, but this letter appeared after the holidays.

Christmas was the only holiday left for her then, and Renee wrote back to Aunt Abigail sullenly, and posted the letter that night.

The DA team was temporarily disbanded as they lost their safest practice house, and Umbridge and her investigative team were on the lookout for them.

So the rest of the people are scattered, and only a few members who are usually the most active are still in contact with each other.

Fortunately, there is an excuse for the OWL exam, so Renee can often meet and smile with Hermione, Ginny and others - she doesn't want to be excluded, if she misses that big event, how can she protect Neville.

At the beginning of the last month of the spring semester, Renee's 16th birthday was ushered in. Usually, she would choose to spend it with Padma, Lisa and others, sharing a whole cream cake made by elves.

This day was also the only day she didn't want to deal with those boyfriends before, because it was a special day that belonged entirely to her!Who needs to rack their brains to cater to others?

Although she felt sorry for Neville, she still didn't notify him of her 16th birthday.

"You are really lucky." Lisa said happily, eating cream all over her face,

"They were able to make you this two-tier cream cake with all the strawberries left over - and I got to eat it! I couldn't be happier!"

Hidden in the vine-grown backyard, they spread the gingham tablecloth out on the grass and, in addition to the double layer of strawberry cake, piled high with treacle tarts from the kitchen, Yorkshire pudding, Hungarian red prawns and buttered peas , It can almost be regarded as a small dinner party.

And just as Renee was mixing buttered peas and adding another bowl of gravy, Neville's hesitant voice sounded from behind her.

"Renee...happy birthday to you..."

She froze in place immediately, her eyes widened slightly to stare at the other two who were more surprised, she threw the bowl in her hand on the ground with a bang, and tried her best to wipe her mouth with a towel without leaving any traces.

'How would he know? ' Renee hinted with her eyes.

Lisa shook her head vaguely, indicating that she didn't know; Padma shook her head too, until she seemed to remember something, and her eyes widened.

"...Parvati..." she said silently to Renee, and at this moment Neville had already approached, he put something behind Renee awkwardly, and continued.

"I just want to come to give you a present. If it's past zero, I'll miss it—I don't want that. I'm leaving now. Don't worry about it."

With the sound of heavy, slow footsteps, Neville sighed as he walked, and Renee suddenly understood what he was thinking—after all, she was the one who pioneered this practice in this relationship.

But instead of feeling angry or disturbed, Renee couldn't help laughing.

Such a silly and stupid boy has also learned to use this method. What could make her feel more happy and proud than this?

So she winked at the tacit understanding girls again, Lisa rolled her eyes, muttered something and took away a few plates of her favorite dishes, and left with the guilty Padma.

"Too bad," Renee said ruefully, "they're going to have to leave early again, and I'm going to have to eat the whole tablecloth dinner by myself!"

Almost at that moment, the hesitant steps stopped in place, followed by the sound of trotting impatiently, and Neville shouted anxiously: "Wait - I ate a lot - I haven't had dinner yet!"

The author has something to say:

The point of Fudge's inexplicability is always that Dumbledore wants to usurp him... what an enigmatic confidence.