HP Magic Biography

In fact, before Malfoy could react, Fan Lin had already released the spell.

Like the fake Moody, Malfoy was turned into a ferret and stuffed into the pants of Carla who was running away in a panic.

But this time there was no relief as imagined, and Fan Lin wasn't sure whether Malfoy would come again.

Several people turned around and looked at the huge scoreboard. Gryffindor's 100 points disappeared in an instant. Although Fan Lin didn't care about the points, there was no doubt that this was the best score for Hogwarts. Bad change.

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You, have you noticed? Fred's voice said.

He and George had just come down the marble stairs and joined Harry, Ron, Valin, Hermione and Ernie in standing in front of the scorer.

Malfoy just deducted almost a hundred points from us, Harry said still, as they watched more stones fly upwards off the Gryffindor's hourglass.

Yeah, the Ministry of Magic is trying to divide us, said George.

What do you mean, try? said Ron quickly.

They never ordered, Fred said, that the mistakes were due to him forcing us into the disappearing cupboard on the ground floor.

A few people seemed a little helpless, originally they were only maintaining the study of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but now.

What are you going to do? Fan Lin asked, but seeing Fred's gloomy expression, he immediately understood what they were thinking.

But you're going to be in trouble.

No, it should wait for the Ministry of Magic to have another change and Mongoston. There are still a few weeks left. I don't know how far he has gone. Fred said calmly. In short, we choose not to care if there is trouble.

Have you ever? Hermione asked.

Of course, said George.

Never got fired, have you?

We always knew what to do, Fred said.

We've had a little bit of trouble every once in a while, George said.

But we always pause briefly,

Because there was sabotage, Fred said.

But now— Ron tentatively said.

Okay. Now— said George.

—because Dumbledore's gone— said Fred.

—we guess the sabotage— George said.

—absolutely what our dear new Headmaster deserves, said Fred.

You can't! Hermione whispered. You really can't! She's trying to find a reason to fire you!

You didn't get it, Hermione, did you? said Fred, smiling at her. We don't care how long we stay here any longer. We're going to get out of here if we don't want to do anything for Dumbledore. So, anyway, he glanced at his watch, it's starting to be phased in. I I'm going to the auditorium for lunch, if I were you, you would stand here and let the teacher see that you have nothing to do with it.

Do something with whom? Hermione said worriedly.

You'll see, said George, run ahead, now. Fred and George turned away, disappearing into the crowd descending to eat.

Looking very confused, Ernie whispered something about the unfinished Transfiguration homework and hurried off.

I think we should get out of here, you know, said Hermione uneasily. only--

Oh, well, said Fan Lin, and the four of them walked towards the door to the auditorium, but Harry didn't even look when he was lightly tapped on the shoulder by someone walking hurriedly, then turned, and he found He was almost standing nose to nose with Fitch. He stepped back hurriedly; Filch could see best from this distance.

The headmistress wants to see you, Al, Filch looked at Fan Lin maliciously.

He didn't do that, said Hermione suddenly, awkwardly, imagining what Fred and George were planning. This made Filch laugh even harder.

Sorry about my conscience, eh? he gasped. Follow me.

I noticed, Fan Lin said a little coldly.

Fan Lin looked back at Harry and Hermione, they were both worried. He shrugged, and followed Filch out of the auditorium, the opposite of the hungry students.

Filch seemed to be in a great mood; he hummed incessantly as he climbed the marble stairs. When he first stopped, he said, Things have changed around here, Al.

Yeah. I tell Dumbledore every year that you're being taken too lightly, Filch said to himself, giggling. Your ugly little habits never change, if you knew I was going to whip you, would you, now if I hang you upside down, there'd be someone who wouldn't mind throwing a frisbee with fangs in the hallway huh? But when the Education Act 29 came along, Al, I could do those things. And she asked the minister if she could sign off on a program for troublesome things. Oh, things are going to be very different here since she's in charge .You will never have a chance to hang out from school at night again, I will treat you very seriously, and Potter.

Harry will be next? Fan Lin said with interest, I know she won't have anything new.

Be respectful, Al...

Before that, I hope you'd better shut up. Do you think I'm the student you arrested?

Umbridge clearly had complete control over Filch, Van Lin thought as he walked, and, apparently, what Umbridge needed was a weapon that he might prove important; perhaps the only secret passage he knew of at school was Weasley The twins and he just knew.

Here we come, Fan Lin said with a slight frown, and Fan Lin knocked on Umbridge's door and pushed it open.

Here comes Potter, ma'am.

Umbridge's office, since Fan Lin had already explored it, this office was familiar to him. It was also a piece of wood lying across her desk, as usual, but it was written: Headmistress.

Meanwhile, Harry's Firebolt and Fred's and George's sweeping brooms were chained and fastened to the wall behind the desk with strong nails.

Is this a new instrument of torture?

Umbridge was sitting behind her desk, busily scribbling on her pink parchment, but she looked up and smiled at them.

Thank you, Argus, she said softly.

No, ma'am, no, said Filch, bowing if his rheumatism would allow, and walking away.

Sit down, Umbridge said curtly, pointing to a chair.

Fan Lin sat down happily. She continued to scribble. He looked at the kittens on some filthy saucers behind her head, these detect magic.

Fine, now, Umbridge put down her quill and looked at him like a toad who can't stand flying.

Would you like to drink anything?

What? Fan Lin said, making sure he heard her clearly.

What would you like to drink, Mr. Al, she said, laughing harder. Tea? Coffee? Pumpkin juice? When she said the name of each drink, she waved her wand, and a cup or glass appeared on her desk.

No, thank you, Fan Lin said.

I want you to have a cup of tea with me, she said, her voice dangerously sweet. choose one.

Okay. Tea, Fan Lin said with a shrug. She got up and came back with more milk. Then she drank and paced around the desk, smiling maliciously.

There, she said, giving it to him. Drink it before it's cold, no?