A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Chapter 462 A grasshopper on a rope, deliberately looking for trouble

"Is there any evidence?" The yellow-haired Hufflepuff asked again, looking a little aggressive.

"Haha!" Aaron shook his head in amusement, "This classmate..."

"Zachary Smith."

"Okay, Mr. Smith, you remind me of a person." Aaron smiled meaningfully, "Cornelly Fudge, the current Minister of Magic and Umbridge's immediate boss.

He always liked to avoid things, describing Barty Crouch's death as a disappearance, the Death Eater attacks as a prank, and Voldemort's resurrection as nonsense.

After the Triwizard Tournament, Dumbledore told him more than once about the seriousness of the matter and asked him to prepare in advance, but every time he would respond with "You have no evidence."

Does the lack of evidence mean that it must not have happened? "

"Uh...Aaron, Smith, he's just a normal skeptic." MacMillan, Hufflepuff's prefect, said.

"I really don't have any evidence. If you still don't believe it..." Aaron pointed to the door of the bar, "The door is over there, please go ahead without seeing me."

Everyone looked at each other, but no one left, not even Zacharis.

"Is no one leaving?" Aaron sighed regretfully, "It's really disappointing."

"We need to learn how to protect ourselves." Hermione continued the previous topic, "If you want to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts, we have to plan how often we will meet and where we will meet."

"Did Gaius teach us?" asked Susan Bones with her long blond braids.

"Forget it!" Aaron said reluctantly, "Harry Potter will be my assistant."

"That's great," Fred and George laughed.

Others were also quite satisfied with this answer. After all, they had seen Aaron and Harry perform in the Triwizard Tournament, so teaching them would not be a problem.

"It seems that no one objects to them giving us Defense Against the Dark Arts classes." Hermione said with some relief, "Then we have to discuss how long we should take classes.

Aaron meant one class a week, no more than two hours each time. "

"It can't conflict with our Quidditch training," Angelina said.

"And ours," Smith said.

"I'm sure we can find a time that suits everyone," Hermione said.

"Another problem is where the class will be held." Aaron said, "If I am not a disgrace, Umbridge may not allow so many of us to gather together to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"We really need to find a place." Hermione muttered, "Let's all look for it together. I will send a message to inform everyone when the time and place are determined."

As she spoke, she took out a piece of parchment and a quill from her bag, hesitated for a moment and then said: "I think we should write down our names.

Firstly, the number of people can be determined, and secondly, signing means..."

"A grasshopper on a rope?" Aaron glanced at the parchment, showing interest, and then looked at Hermione, "Is that what you mean?"

Hermione nodded slightly, "I know this is sudden, but it is also very necessary."

"Uh..." Zacharis said with a complicated expression, "I think our prefect will inform us of the gathering time."

"I don't agree either." Draco said disdainfully, "It would be tragic if this list fell into Umbridge's hands."

"I'll take care of it." Aaron said, "Do you have any objections to this?"

Draco's expression froze, and he closed his mouth angrily.

Aaron was the first to sign his name on the parchment, followed by Harry and the other three. Draco and Siren looked at each other and wrote down their names helplessly.

Someone took the lead, and others no longer hesitated. They lined up and wrote their names as solemnly as signing a contract.

Everyone left the Hog's Head Bar one after another, and Draco looked unhappy on the way back, as if someone owed him a large sum of money.

"I don't understand. I can't stand going to class with those guys. After all, it's not much different than usual, but is the list just..."

"Calm down, Draco." Aaron took out the parchment and looked at the name on it against the sun. "Although this contract is very rough, it is somewhat binding."

"Contract?" Xilin frowned slightly, "No wonder I felt a little strange when I signed it!"

"What kind of contract is this?" Draco asked worriedly.

"If you tell secretly, you will become pockmarked. It's not too serious, but you will be despised by everyone.

So don't just write your name on a piece of paper in the future unless that piece of paper is your own. "

"Fortunately, you have the list, otherwise I would definitely not sign it." Draco curled his lips and said.

"But Hermione still thinks too simply." Aaron said meaningfully, "This piece of paper can at best guarantee that there will be no internal problems, but Umbridge will find it sooner or later."

"I don't think they care about getting caught." Siren said thoughtfully.

"I think so too." Aaron nodded with deep understanding, "Breaking school rules is commonplace for Gryffindors, but if I have this list, I will have room to maneuver."

"What's the meaning?"

"It's better that you don't know."

The next day, there was a new notice on the bulletin board:

Hogwarts High Inquisitor Order

All student organizations, associations, teams or clubs are disbanded with immediate effect

Organizations, associations, teams and clubs are hereby defined to mean regular gatherings of three or more students

Reorganization can be requested from the Senior Inquisitor (Professor Umbridge)

No organization, association, team or club shall exist without the approval of the Senior Ombudsman and any such finding will result in immediate expulsion

The above regulations are in compliance with the "Education Order No. 20"

sign

Senior Investigator - Dolores Umbridge

"Dear me, what a good guy." Aaron couldn't help but smacked his lips, "I knew I couldn't hide this for long, but I didn't expect that I wouldn't be able to hold on for a day."

"That's not a bad thing." Draco chuckled, "Maybe you can borrow the donkey from Slope and refuse to teach so many people!"

"You are really overthinking. They have already made up their mind to go against Umbridge. As long as they are not caught red-handed, they will not give up."

While eating breakfast, Hermione, Harry, and Ron kept looking around, seeming to observe who was behaving abnormally. When they saw Draco and Siren eating normally, a flash of light inevitably flashed in the eyes of the three of them. disappointment.

"Don't look at it, no one inside has leaked the secret." Aaron reminded, "We are having a meeting in a bar. There are many people there, and it is normal for guests to talk nonsense after drinking."

"You mean..." Harry asked with a dark face, "She really knows?"

"Obviously, at least I don't believe it's a coincidence."

"The question is what should we do next?" Fred walked over and glanced at the long tables in other colleges. "Everyone else feels uneasy and panicked."

"You have to keep going," Harry said firmly.

"I knew you would say that." George patted Harry on the shoulder happily.

"It doesn't matter to me." Aaron shrugged, "I'm only responsible for being a teacher. Just inform me in time after confirming the time and place."

Umbridge ruined many people's moods with a notice, causing them to be distracted throughout the day.

In the History of Magic class, the injured Hedwig flew to the window and brought back a letter.

When Harry saw that it was injured, he hurriedly asked for leave from Professor Binns and took it to Professor Graplan for treatment.

Professor McGonagall happened to be in this office, and her heart immediately lifted when she saw Harry. After all, it was class time and he shouldn't be here.

"Potter, please don't tell me you're in detention again."

"No, Professor." Harry pointed at Hedwig, "My owl is injured."

"Injured?" Professor McGonagall looked at Hedwig. Her feathers were particularly messy and one of her wings was broken.

"It may have been attacked," Professor Graplan said, "but there are very few creatures that attack birds near the school."

"Potter." Professor McGonagall seemed to have thought of something and stared at Harry very seriously, "How far did it fly?"

"I don't know." Harry said guiltily, "Maybe he flew here from London!"

Professor McGonagall suddenly understood that Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix was in London, and Sirius had been stationed there because he was wanted by the Ministry of Magic and could not show up.

Professor Grapeland carefully inspected Hedwig's wings and said, "Leave it here. It should heal in a day or two."

"Thank you, Professor."

"nothing."

As soon as Harry walked out of the office, Professor McGonagall chased him out, "Your letter."

"Almost forgot."

"Harry, the communication channels inside and outside Hogwarts may, no, have been monitored." Professor McGonagall said seriously, "It is best not to write letters during this period."

"I know." Harry said weakly.

At this time, the bell had already rang. He did not go back to the History of Magic classroom, but walked to the Potions classroom.

Ron and Hermione came over halfway, "How is Hedwig?"

"I gave it to Professor Graplan, and it will be cured soon.

By the way, Professor McGonagall just reminded me that the communication channels at Hogwarts are being monitored. "

The two of them were not too shocked by this, it was not surprising at all that Umbridge would do such a thing.

"Who wrote the letter?" Ron asked.

"Cold." Harry said and opened the scroll. There was only one sentence on it: Today, the same time, the same place.

"Guess we'll have to guard the common room fireplace tonight."

"No one has read this letter!" Hermione said worriedly.

"Probably not!" Harry said a little unconfidently, "At least it was sealed properly before I opened it."

"Magic can do this kind of thing easily."

"But we use a code word, and no one knows the old time and the old place but us."

"But what if someone is monitoring the Floo Network?" Hermione's worry did not diminish. "We can't notify him."

Harry was speechless and felt a little heavy.

He was even more upset after arriving in the Potions classroom, because Umbridge was also here.

"You will find that we have a guest today." Professor Snape said with meaning. Umbridge, who was holding a writing pad, suddenly showed a kind smile and waved to the students.

"Continue to configure the enhancers today. You will see the mixture left over from the previous class. If there are no problems, you can complete it over the weekend." Professor Snape said, waving his wand, and the following words appeared on the blackboard. Configuration steps.

The students followed the steps, added materials to their respective crucibles, controlled the heat, and patiently stirred...

Snape was patrolling back and forth in the aisles, while Umbridge was writing down something on the writing board from time to time, and gradually the corner of her mouth raised an arc.

"Professor Snape, it seems there are students in your class who are... disrespecting you."

"Harry Potter." Snape said subconsciously, then turned around and glared at him fiercely, "You should add salamander blood instead of pomegranate juice at this time. Five points from Gryffindor."

"Uh...Professor Snape, I..."

"What? Does Professor Umbridge think the points deducted are not enough?" Snape said meaningfully, "Mr. Potter just made a mistake in the steps. If the result is incorrect, I will punish him again."

"Professor Snape." Umbridge took a deep breath, "I'm not talking about him, but..."

"Me?" Aaron pointed to himself, then rolled his eyes.

"It's you, Mr. Gaius." Umbridge said proudly, "Everyone else is preparing enhancers, but what are you writing on the paper?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Aaron said speechlessly, casually tore off a page of the magic circle and put it in Abe's pocket.

"Of course it has to do with me, I am a senior investigator sent by the Ministry of Magic.

Just because Professor Snape didn't notice that you didn't follow the class records doesn't mean that I didn't notice. "

"Professor, didn't you tell her?"

"Not yet." Snape said nonchalantly.

"Tell me what?" Umbridge asked with some confusion.

"Mr. Gaius can successfully prepare many potions by himself, so I specifically allow him to do other things in my class as long as he does not disturb other students."

"Is...is this appropriate?"

"Isn't it appropriate?" Snape pretended to be confused, "But as far as I know, Mr. Gaius seems to be in Defense Against the Dark Arts class..."

"It's appropriate, of course it's appropriate." Umbridge said immediately, "I was careless this time. It's natural for outstanding students to have some privileges."

"I don't mind." Aaron waved his hand, "But Professor Umbridge, this kind of thing may happen in other classes, and I hope you don't mind."

Hearing this, Umbridge felt a surge of anger in her heart.

She is a senior investigator, and you really don’t give her any face in public!

She forced a stiff smile, and then looked at Abe, who was napping on Aaron's desk, with a glimmer of light flashing in her pupils, "Mr. Gaius, is that your pet?"

"It's obvious."

Umbridge raised her eyebrows slightly, "The process of preparing potions is very dangerous. Leave your pet on the table in case..."

"Professor Dumbledore agreed." Aaron interrupted, "If you feel something is wrong, you can go to him.

I know you are the Senior Inquisitor, but Albus Dumbledore is by far the Headmaster. "

Umbridge: ...