HP Magic Biography

As for you... Finally, Umbridge's gaze rested on Fan Lin.

I?

I think Hogwarts should carefully consider your identity. It doesn't mean that you can become the president of the student union because you are strong. I think that Dumbledore's decision is still a question to be discussed. I think I will Contact the person in charge of the school again, try your best to determine whether you should continue to retain this responsibility, but as the chairman of the student union, even the people around you...

Umbridge hasn't finished her sentence yet, but the meaning is very clear. She needs to find a student representative who can cooperate with her work, not this... die-hard who is almost openly confronting?

You can't do this! Professor McGonagall could hardly contain his anger... This is the decision of the school board...

I'm sorry, but I think I have the right to do so... Well, have a good talk, then.

Umbridge left the room, looking utterly contented, leaving an eerie silence.

No, Angelina said in a hollow voice that night in the common room, no. No catchers and hitters... what the hell are we going to do?

All Fan Lin saw was sullen and melancholy expressions. It didn't look like Gryffindor had won the game before. The players sat listlessly by the fire, except for Ron, who hadn't seen him since the game .

It's not fair, Angelina said numbly. I mean, what about Warrington hitting Harry with a Bludger after the whistle? Did she ban him?

No, Ginny said miserably. She sat next to Harry, and Hermione snuggled up to Van Lin.

He was only fined for copying, and I heard Nelson laughing about it at dinner.

And ban Fred,

He didn't even do anything! said Arya angrily, beating her knees with her fists.

Isn't it my fault I didn't do anything? said Fred, looking sour. If you three hadn't pulled me, I could have beaten that scumbag to a pulp.

Worst of all, she even wants to dismiss you as the student council president, obviously you didn't do anything... Hermione said in despair.

Hearing this, Harry and George looked even more gloomy, and even Fred didn't avoid it, it was all their drag...

It's just a threat, and I haven't done anything... Fan Lin said.

It's just that Umbridge can't see what you did, and...

The sound disappeared completely for a moment.

Harry looked out the window miserably into the darkness. Snowing. The Snitch he was holding was circling circles around the room.

People watched Vel'Koz and Crookshanks jump from chair to chair, chasing it.

I'm going to bed, Angelina said, slowly standing up. Maybe it's all a nightmare and I wake up tomorrow morning and we haven't played yet...

Alicia and Isabella soon followed suit. After a while Fred and George fled to bed too, glaring at everyone who passed, and Ginny soon after.

Only Harry, Valin and Hermione stayed by the fire.

Did you see Ron? Harry whispered.

Hermione shook her head.

I think he's avoiding us, Hermione said.

Where do you want him to-? But just as he was asking, there was a squeak from behind, the fat lady stepped aside, and Ron crawled in from behind the portrait.

His face was really very pale, and his head was covered with snow.

When he saw Harry, Fan Lin and Hermione, he stopped blankly.

Where have you been? said Hermione anxiously, jumping up.

Walking, Ron muttered. He was also wearing a Quidditch uniform.

You look frozen, Fan Lin said, Come and sit down!

Ron walked over to the fire and sank into the chair furthest from Harry, not looking at him. The Snitch hovered above his head.

Fan Lin then cast a warm-up spell on Ron, and it was obvious that Ron's spirit improved a bit.

I'm sorry, Ron whispered, looking at his feet.

Why? Harry asked.

Because I thought I could play Quidditch, said Ron, I'm going to quit my job first thing tomorrow.

If you resign, said Harry grumpily, we'll be down to three on the team not counting as substitutes.

Ron looked completely bewildered, so Harry continued, I've been banned for life, and so have Fred and George.

What? Ron called.

Harry couldn't bear to repeat what had happened, so Hermione told him the whole thing.

When she was done, Ron looked more distressed than before.

It's all my fault—

You didn't tell me to hit Malfoy, Harry said angrily.

—if I hadn't been so bad at Quidditch—

—This matter has nothing to do with you.

—that song stabbed me—

—it can't hurt anyone—

Hermione stood up from Fan Lin and walked to the window, left their quarrel, and watched the snowflakes swirl and fall through the window.

Look, just forget about it, okay! Harry yelled. Even if you don't take all the blame on yourself, it's bad enough!

Ron said nothing, just sat staring at the damp hem of his robes.

After a while he said dully, This is the worst day of my life.

Join the club? said Harry wryly.

Okay, said Hermione suddenly, her voice trembling a little. I can think of one thing that might excite you all.

Oh, really? said Harry suspiciously.

Yes, said Hermione, leaving the dark, snow-clad window with a bright smile on her face.

Hagrid's coming back.

What? Harry called, is this true?

It's true, Hermione said, Wal came over when you were leaving, sorry...Fan Lin, I didn't mean to read your letter, but it seems that Wal's claws are necessary Trim it, the envelope...

It's okay, Hermione, you've been in charge anyway, and we don't have any secrets. Fan Lin said quickly, What did it say?

Hagrid said he's coming back soon and wants your help, what else is Glop...

Glop? Fan Lin asked in surprise, Hagrid said he wanted to bring him back?

Him? You mean Glop? Hermione said in surprise, while taking the envelope out of her pocket, the side of the envelope had been cut open. It seemed that poor Wall's flying skills still needed to talk to Hedwig. Practice for a while.

Perhaps you will understand that Hagrid is coming back anyway.

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