HP Magic Biography

What's the matter here?

Said a false, sweet, girlish voice. Harry looked up, hands full of letters. Professor Umbridge stood just behind Fred and Luna, her bulging, toadlike eyes scanning the pile of owls and letters on the table in front of Harry.

Behind her he saw many students looking eagerly.

Why do you have so many letters, Potter? she said slowly.

Is this against the law, Professor Umbridge? Fan Lin said flatly, Just because you received the letter? Could it be that this disturbed your rest time?

Be careful, Al, or I'll put you in detention, said Umbridge.

But in fact, Professor Umbridge, anyone at Hogwarts can receive owl letters at any time except during class time.

I'm asking, Al! said Umbridge impatiently. If you continue...

I'm just reminding you, Professor... Fan Lin said, There will always be some consequences.

Are you threatening me?

This is just a friendly reminder, Professor...

Thank you for your concern, but this sentence should be given to you and you are alive, so... Potter?

Harry hesitated, but there was no way he could keep it a secret, and Umbridge would soon find a copy of Wizard Weekly.

People wrote to me because I had an interview, Harry said, about what happened last June. For some reason, he glanced at the staff desk as he said it.

Harry had the odd feeling that Dumbledore had been watching him just before, but when he looked towards the Headmaster he seemed engrossed in his conversation with Professor Flitwick.

Interview? repeated Umbridge, her voice thinner and higher than usual. What do you mean?

I mean, a reporter asked me some questions and I answered, said Harry, and here— He tossed Witch Weekly to her, and she grabbed it and stared at the cover. Her pale face turned an ugly purple.

When did you do it? she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

The last Hogsmeade weekend,

said Harry. She looked at him with manic rage, the magazine dangling between her stubby fingers.

You can't go to Hogsmew again, Potter, she whispered, how dare you, how could you... She took a deep breath, I told you again and again not to lie, Obviously, you didn't listen at all. Fifty points from Gryffindor, plus a week of confinement!

As he said that, Umbridge seemed to remember something, And you, with Potter, a week of confinement.

She walked away straight, holding the magazine tightly to her chest, and the students all looked at her from behind.

What is she, furious? Hermione said in disgust.

Well... Harry said indifferently, But why did you provoke her?

She will see it sooner or later anyway, so the punishment will definitely fall on you, but I think we can try something new.

New stuff? Harry asked, a little confused.

Rebounding the curse, you have to teach Umbridge some lessons. I didn't use it before because I didn't have a chance, but now it seems that we can give it a good try...

In fact, Umbridge's reaction was strong enough.

Before morning, the school was full of notices, not only on the bulletin boards of the college, but also in the corridors and classrooms.

Hogwarts Senior Investigator's Order Any student who possesses the Wizard's Weekly will be expelled Above is Educational Order XXVII Signed: Dorelos Jane Umbridge, Senior Investigator.

For some reason, Hermione cheered every time she saw the notice.

What are you happy about? Harry asked her.

Oh Harry, didn't you see? she gasped, If there's one thing she can do to make sure every student in this school goes to that interview of yours, it's ban it!

Hermione seemed to be right. By the end of the day, even though Harry had never seen so many copies of Witch Weekly in one corner of the school, the interview was circulating throughout the campus.

Harry heard them whispering in line outside the classroom, at lunch, and on their way back to class. Hermione even said that when she went to the girls' bathroom before Ancient Poetry class, it was discussed in every cubicle in there.

Then they saw me, and obviously they knew I knew you, so they asked me a lot of questions, Hermione told Harry, with a twinkle in their eyes, Harry, I think they all believe you, really, In the end they will all believe in you!

Meanwhile, Professor Umbridge walked around the school, casually stopping students to open their books and pockets. Harry knew she was looking for Witch Weekly, but in fact the students were moving faster than she was.

The page with Harry's interview was enchanted to look like an excerpt from a textbook, and it looked blank to everyone else, only they could read it. So everyone at school reads this.

According to Decree No. 27, teachers are of course prohibited from mentioning this interview, but they all express their views in the same way.

When Harry handed Professor Sprout the water bottle, she rewarded Gray with twenty points; and the beaming Professor Flitwick shoved him a box of squeaky candy mice at the end of spells, Said shh! and ran away. Professor Trelawny wept hysterically in prophecy class and announced to the shocked class that, contrary to Professor Umbridge's belief, Harry would not die young at all, but would live a long time and be a The Minister for Magic, and twelve children.

There is no doubt that Dumbledore's inaction made the professors in the school feel very depressed, and when someone really stood up to object, it naturally catered to everyone's welcome.

There is no doubt that this will bring more attention to Harry, but it is also a good thing, at least, the Ministry of Magic will not let Harry suddenly disappear in front of them.

And Fan Lin's actions were not stopped by Dumbledore. With Dumbledore's ability, this intensified text can completely disappear. This is probably a kind of acquiescence. As long as there is no open confrontation, all this will be fine question.

By the way, the unexpected harvest also solved Harry's troubles. On the way through the Transfiguration class, Qiu Zhang stopped him.

Before Harry knew what was happening, he felt his hand holding her and her breathing in his ear, I'm really really sorry, that interview was so brave, I cried.

Of course, after Cho kissed Harry on the cheek in front of a crowd, Harry felt like he was going to float.

Is this an encouragement of love?