HP Magic Biography

What the hell are you doing? Did Malfoy provoke you again, and George... Hermione who rushed over just now had an indescribable expression on her face, and it could not be said to be a complaint, but more of a kind of helplessness, Harry There was never anything good about running into Malfoy.

How will Mrs. Hodge deal with it? Hermione asked, Harry stood silently beside him, and George, the two of them obviously did not get away from the previous excitement.

Professor McGonagall, I'll take them there now... Fan Lin said, Alright, we'll be back in a while, don't worry.

Hermione nodded, and the three walked out of the Quidditch field without saying a word.

At the entrance of the hall, the howling and teasing of the audience gradually died down, and they could not hear other sounds, only the sound of their own footsteps. Harry realized that something was still struggling in his right hand, the knuckles of which had been scraped when he hit Malfoy's jaw.

Look, Harry saw the Snitch's little silver wings poking out of his fingers, struggling to get away.

Harry, you have to be careful, I think Umbridge will definitely not let go of this opportunity, so, you two... Fan Lin opened his mouth, and then his eyes fell into Harry's hand again , the miserly snitch is still in his hand.

Speaking of it, Harry and the Golden Snitch are really destined. Whether it is from the first year or until Dumbledore's death, the trajectory of the Snitch runs through the most important period of Harry's life.

She caught up with them in the corridor just as they were getting close to Professor McGonagall's office.

Professor McGonagall was wearing a Gryffindor scarf, but she took it off as she strode toward them, bluish-faced.

Go in! she said angrily, pointing to the door into which Harry and George entered. And you, you go in too.

Professor McGonagall said to Fan Lin unceremoniously.

Fan Lin was a little helpless,

Responsibilities as Student Council President?

The ghost knows what kind of responsibility this is. Anyway, he doesn't understand at all. The establishment of the company is already the best effort he can make, although it is just to follow the rules of development.

McGonagall strode behind the desk to watch them, shaking with excitement as she threw the Gryffindor scarf to the floor.

So? she said, I've seen such shameful behavior. You two! Give me a reason!

Malfoy was provocative, Harry said stubbornly regardless of Fan Lin's color.

Challenge you? cried Professor McGonagall, slamming her fist on the table so that her checkered tin can rolled aside and shook open, sending the pale yellow salamander to the ground.

He just lost, didn't he? Of course he would be provocative! But what the hell can he say to make you two become like this...

He insulted my parents, George growled. And Harry's mother.

But instead of letting Mrs. Hodge handle it, you two decided to let everyone see a Muggle duel, didn't you? And you, don't tell me you can't stop it. I saw it before I was alive. You're at the venue. Professor McGonagall roared, even taking Fan Lin's share, which made Fan Lin a little bit astonished, is this a disaster?

You understand what you did?

Cough, cough. A discordant voice sounded from behind.

Harry, Valin, and George all turned away.

Umbridge was standing right in the doorway, wrapped in a green tweed cloak that made her look especially like a toad, and she wore a sinister, sickly, ominous smile, and Harry had an instant sense of what was coming. suffering.

Can I help, Professor McGonagall? Umbridge asked in her sweetest poisonous voice. Professor McGonagall blushed.

Help? she repeated in a restrained tone. What do you mean, help?

Umbridge walked into the office, still wearing her sickly grin. Why? I thought you might appreciate a little extra authority.

Harry wasn't surprised at all when he saw Professor McGonagall breathing heavily through his nostrils.

You're wrong, said McGonagall, turning her back on Umbridge. Now, listen to me, you two. I don't care how Malfoy provoked you. I don't care if he insulted everyone in your family. Your behavior is disgraceful. I will punish each of you with one Worship confinement! Don't look at me like that, Potter, you deserve it! And the enforcer is you, Al, as student body president, you must take responsibility, and if any of you

Cough, cough. Professor McGonagall closed her eyes as if begging herself to be patient, and she turned to Professor Umbridge again. how?

I think punishment should be a little heavier than confinement, Umbridge said with what she thought was a sweet smile. Fan Lin felt that Umbridge's face was a little distorted, but...

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened.

Unfortunately, said Professor McGonagall, trying to put on a smile that made her look as if she had lockjaw, since they're in my house, it's up to me to decide what kind of punishment, Dolores. .”

Oh, yes, Minerva, in fact, that's the way it was before, but... Professor Umbridge smirked, soon, I think you'll now be up to me to decide. Now, Where did it go? Secretary Connelly just sent it over... I mean, she smiled falsely, rummaging through her handbag.

The Ministry of Magic has just sent... here... She pulled out a piece of parchment and unfolded it, clearing her throat fussily before starting to read.

Cough, cough. Article 25 of the Education Act.

Another one! cried Professor McGonagall fiercely. Oh yes, said Umbridge, still smiling. Actually, Minerva, it was you who made me think we needed to improve a little more... remember how you ignored me when I didn't want the Gryffindor Quidditch team to regroup? How did you pull this off? to Dumbledore, and he insisted on making the team? Well, now, I won't have that kind of thing again. I contacted the Ministry of Magic immediately, and they agreed with me, the High Inspector The officer has the right to take away the privileges of the students, otherwise she meant that I would have less rights than the average teacher! You see now, don't you? Minerva, how wise I am to prevent the Gryffindor team from reorganizing? Terrible Temper...Anyway, I'm going to read the amendment...Cough, cough...From now on, the senior prosecutor has the highest authority in deciding the punishment, reward and exempting students of Gwaz students, and has the power to change Decisions made by other teachers to punish, reward or exempt students from privileges. Signature, Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, etc.”

Umbridge rolled up the parchment and put it back in his bag, still smiling. So... I really think those two should be banned from playing Quidditch again, she said, looking from Harry to George and back. Harry felt the Snitch swing wildly in his hand.

Forbid us? Harry said incredulously, his voice sounding very far away, Playing Quidditch... never again?

Yes, Mr. Potter, I suppose banning you from playing for the rest of your life would do something, said Umbridge, laughing even harder as she watched Harry try to make sense of her words. You and this Weasley. Besides, I think, to be on the safe side, this young man's twin should also be banned. If his teammates hadn't pulled him, I believe he would have attacked young Mr. Malfoy too. Of course I would confiscate it. Their brooms. They'll be safe in my office in case they foul. But I'm not being unreasonable, Professor McGonagall.

She turned back and continued, and Professor McGonagall stood there as still as an ice sculpture, staring at her. The rest of the team can continue to play, I don't see any signs of violence from them.

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