Hogwarts Shippuden

Although the little iron girl always pretends to be a die-hard follower of the three generations of the Dark Lord in Hogwarts.

Moreover, the lawless behavior of the three generations of Meguro Demon King also let her learn a part of the past.

But Hannah is not the third generation after all. She still respects the professor and is a little afraid in her heart.

Of course, the professors here are McGonagall, Snape, Dumbledore.

Not Umbridge.

In order to avoid some uncontrollable factors in Dumbledore's plan, Little Beaver chose to tell Hannah what Kyle told her.

Of course, it was a selective transfer, and Hermione withheld the part of Kyle's decision to let her be the leader of the student movement.

After being dragged to the girls' toilet on the first floor of the castle by Little Beaver, Little Tie Niu listened to Hermione's story, and then stood there for a while hesitating for a while.

After that, she said weakly, "Then what should I do?"

In order for Umbridge to stir up trouble at Hogwarts, she must first have the power to do things, which means she must first establish authority.

Hannah's actions will have a certain impact on Umbridge's authority.

Although it will not lead to the collapse of the plan, it is certain to slow down the process of establishing this authority. Of course, sometimes bad things cannot turn into good things.

For example, Hufflepuff's eldest sister, Hannah, obediently accepted Umbridge's confinement, an image of authority that helped Pink Toad establish.

The only question now is how exactly Umbridge will punish Hannah, but in any case, she won't let Hannah pass too easily.

After all, Hannah made death threats directly in front of hundreds of students.

Not knowing the specific punishment that Pink Toad will make to Hannah, this does not mean that Hermione has no way to come up with countermeasures.

A smile appeared on the corner of the little beaver's mouth.

It's just that smile that is very sunny and warm, no matter how Hannah looks at it, she feels a little eerie.

"Hannah, how's your Curse Relief study going?"

The two of them seldom talk about magic when they usually get together. After all, the main research directions of the two are not the same. When they talk about this topic, they basically talk about it.

"As long as the curse is not too complicated, I can crack it."

As soon as Hermione mentioned her professional problems, Hannah's eyes lit up instantly, "You want to..."

"I'm going to give you the next curse."

Hermione's first words made Hannah feel a chill behind her.

Realizing that her words were inaccurate, Hermione quickly made up for it, "The curse is not very accurate. To be precise, it should be guardian magic."

The arc of Hermione's mouth became even colder, "Curse, it only applies to those who want to hurt you."

"You want me to lift the curse on Umbridge?" Hannah probably understood what Hermione was thinking.

"That's right, and you have to wait until she suffers enough before you help her get rid of it, and you can't leave any traces that can make others notice the strangeness of Umri."

In the girls' toilet on the first floor of the castle, two English Black Roses, who had been faithfully following the three generations of Meguro Lords, showed unknowingly cold smiles on their faces.

…

In the evening, Hannah knocked on Umbridge's office door.

Without waiting for the sound from behind the door, Hannah pushed the door open and walked in. It didn't look like she was here to accept punishment, but rather like a leader inspecting.

This arrogant look instantly made Umbridge frown.

She barely suppressed the anger in her heart. Anyway, Hannah had already fallen into her hands. Didn't she punish her whatever she wanted?

How arrogant now, how embarrassed the other party will be later.

Standing in the office, Hannah looked around at the office, which she was not too unfamiliar with. Back then, Kyle would still come to listen to the lectures, and he was often an assistant to the professors.

Kyle, the evil hands-off shopkeeper, found a little assistant for himself, in the name of giving other students a chance to exercise.

In fact, it is all evil subcontracting, subcontracting your own work to the next level.

Hannah is unfortunately the next level down, so she doesn't miss out on the professors' offices.

Of course, Hannah herself didn't feel that she was being ruthlessly oppressed by the capitalists. On the contrary, she felt quite happy that she could serve the little devil.

The last time I came to this office, I had to go back to two years ago.

That is, when Lupin was teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts, there was often some very interesting evil animal in the office at that time, in a cage or a box.

At this moment, this room does not look at all of the simplicity of the time when Lupin was coaching.

Hannah barely recognized this office.

Everything was covered with lace drapes and tablecloths.

There are also several vases filled with dried flowers, each on a separate little cushion.

On one wall hangs a set of decorative plates, each featuring a large, brightly colored cat with a different bow around its neck.

The most irritating thing is a "portrait" hanging on the wall.

Yes, a relic.

On the wall is a magical portrait of Cornelius Fudge, but since Fudge is dead, there seems to be no problem calling it a portrait.

Hannah remembered that Fudge seemed to have a family.

Although she didn't know who it was, she was sure that it was definitely not the pink toad in front of her.

Fudge's ability to do things is a little bit worse, even if the dog can do better than him in the position of Minister of Magic, but he will not be degraded enough to marry Umbridge home.

So, here's Umbridge's...

A personality cult for Fudge?

"Good evening, Miss Aibo, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com," Umbridge said with a smile, "Sit down, this is what you will be confinement tonight."

She pointed to a small lace table next to it, a straight-back chair next to it, and a blank piece of parchment on the table.

Hannah's expression was a little suspicious. The content of her confinement tonight is to copy?

This is simply too much.

Hannah absolutely couldn't believe that Umbridge was simply punishing her for copying, there must be something wrong with it, or she would eat the table on the spot.

Sure enough, Umbridge took a slender black quill with a particularly sharp tip from her drawer and handed it to Hannah.

"Given the seriousness of your mistake, you are using one of my very unusual pen."

After perfectly controlling the tailed beast, Hannah's sense of smell for some magic traces has also become much more sensitive.

Almost the moment she started the quill, she felt that there were quite obvious traces of black magic on this special quill.

Of course, this is obviously for someone like her, Zhuli.

"What am I going to write?" Hannah looked up, showing a sweet smile that was innocent and harmless.

"Just write: I can't contradict the professor," Umbridge said softly, with a slight smile in her voice.

"Professor, how many times have you written this?"

"Write until you realize your mistake," Umbridge said coldly.

In the next second, Hannah picked up the pen without hesitation and landed on the parchment.

The moment the quill rubbed against the parchment, leaving the first stroke, Umbridge covered his face and cried out in pain.