HP Hermione's Phoenix

Gold and red badges fly in the air.

Rising - rising - rising.Everyone watched as Hermione flicked her thumb and twirled it upwards thirteen and a half times - then it fell straight down without turning again, spreading out and falling soundlessly in her palm.

One turn, two turns, three turns—thirteen and a half weeks in all.That's not a very good number.

She stretched out her hand, gently pinned the badge on her chest, turned around quietly and said, "Is everything here?"

Neville stood beside her, another prefect badge pinned to his chest.He seemed a little uneasy, but all the friends in the team looked at him with encouraging eyes-finally he nodded with a firm expression.

The oak door was opened with a bang, and the students followed them in silently. They lined up on both sides of the seats one by one, leaving the seats for freshmen in the middle of the long table.

"I never thought I could be a prefect," Neville whispered, looking at the gleaming silverware.

"You should," said Ron without hesitation. "You're the most disciplined, Percy was."

"Don't say that—" Fred moved closer and added, "Neville is way cooler than Percy. Isn't it Neville?"

Neville smiled stiffly.

"Our older brothers were always tough on their dear younger brothers." George shrugged.

"It's like he's Mommy's own, and we picked it up from a trash can." Fred winked.

"Percy spent most of his life trying to catch us at night in the castle—"

"Young and almost bald—"

"Unfortunately—"

"There's never been a bald man in the Weasleys, has there been Ron?"

"Fortunately, he found his true love after graduation, Mr. Barty Crouch—" George raised his glass affectionately.

"You must have heard him, Mr. Crouch is innocent! Mr. Crouch is the fairest and most capable minister I have ever met—this is a conspiracy!" Fred squeezed his throat and clapped his hands. The desk leader sighed, "Things in the world are impermanent, but we don't want to comfort Percy who lost his job because of this, because as long as you tell him, he will start telling you about the Ministry of Magic's dissatisfaction with Crouch. It's so unfair, it's like he just lost his wife—"

Someone at the table laughed miserably.The atmosphere was not pleasant. Ever since the old students entered the hall, some people had keenly realized that this was almost the most gloomy opening banquet ever.

Harry flicked across the screen blankly once in a while.The turbulent waves caused by the return of the Death Eaters at the end of June have only just begun. When they were still in Grimmauld Square, the friends had already received the resolution that Mr. Crouch was suspected of covering criminals and was removed from office—that incident After a month or two of turmoil, Mr. Crouch was finally pushed to the wizarding court, and the dust settled that Rufus Scrimgeour succeeded him as Minister of Magic.

Many people in the Order of the Phoenix are worried.Even the calmest Regulus shook his head - because Crouch was "Dumbledore's man through and through".

Harry thought it was ridiculous, but he couldn't say exactly where it was.

On the last day before school, under heavy escort, he was taken for interrogation, and asked about some things on the day Voldemort was resurrected-Harry answered them one by one, but the people in the Ministry of Magic showed an inscrutable expression , especially a middle-aged woman with a pink body, wearing toad-like glasses, and her sharp voice made him very uncomfortable:

"How did you escape from You-Know-Who's curse? According to historical records, no one—not even your mother's blood magic protection—has ever escaped the Avada Kedavra Curse more than twice. Can you tell everyone Do you want to talk?"

Her voice was very artificial and her eyes were piercing and disgusting.Harry couldn't help but think of Rita Skeeter - but Rita's making things up was at least professional zeal, and there was a real malice in the woman's words.

"Sorry, I don't know," he said dryly.

There was a slight commotion in the interrogation room.The pink woman turned sideways to talk to the person behind, and while talking, looked at him with that uncomfortable expression through the glasses from a distance.

"...I think you can watch the video if you don't understand anything." Harry said with his eyes widened. "After all, the video has been recorded directly, maybe I don't remember it clearly—"

"Yes, yes," the pink woman continued in that affected, airy voice, "we'll see, thank you, Mr. Potter—Minister."

Everyone stood up.The door of the interrogation room was opened, and a man with deep eyes and wrinkles like knives walked in.

Harry recognized the man.That was Rufus Scrimgeour, the new Minister who had been making headlines all week on WizardingBritish.com.

"Are you done, Dolores?"

"Of course, please." The pink woman replied softly.

"So—" Scrimgeour looked Harry over, with an inscrutable but sincere smile—"would you like to talk to me, Harry?" The empty wall asked softly.

Under the light of the empty magic crystal lamp, Harry opened his eyes, and the strong sense of oppression became heavier - the corridor of the Ministry of Magic is very, very uncomfortable. The white wall, even the light of the magic crystal lamp gives people a sense of misery, which makes people breathless. It is more like the scene before Hitler’s suicide that was shown on TV when I was a child, as if turning the corner in the next second. Enter the office of a man with a moustache, watch him slam his pen on a map of the Soviet Union, throw a tantrum at a Nazi subordinate, and finally point a gun at his own head...

"...Huh?" Harry suddenly came back to his senses.At this time, he can still clearly remember his thoughts at that time, depression, discomfort, and thoughts drifting far away...

Scrimgeour looked at him intently.He continued to insinuate: "Well...I'm different from Crouch. I believe you played a role in this matter - but you are a child after all, I disagree with Dumbledore, I can't Put you on the battlefield... if you have any plans - including Dumbledore..."

He suddenly felt angry, and said bluntly: "I am also Dumbledore's person through and through, sir."

Scrimgeour looked at him for a long time, and finally just nodded without saying anything.

The news hotspots on the screen in the hall changed again.Someone probably turned up the volume of the news. At this moment, the auditorium finally became a little lively, and the atmosphere became active, which began to bring Harry back to his thoughts——

He snapped back to his senses, and murmured, "Voldemort is back, why are they still busy with changing the Minister of Magic?"

Ron was taken aback, looked at him with complicated eyes for a long time, finally just shrugged, squinted and glanced at the faculty seat——

"Why hasn't the principal appeared yet?" Suddenly someone couldn't sit still, and stood up while patting the table.

"And Professor Snape!" A girl shouted while holding her face.

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"Sit down, Mr. Diggory. Sit down, Miss Lavender." Professor McGonagall said sternly, "The headmaster and Professor Snape have some special business, and will be there later. Freshmen are about to enter, please Pay attention to etiquette."

The oak door was slammed open again, and those newborn little brains walked in, everyone's eyes were temporarily sucked away, only Harry's heart sank suddenly——

Not only was Dumbledore not there, but there was another person sitting in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The woman in pink with toad glasses and rumpled hair.

Dolores Umbridge of the Ministry of Magic stared unhesitatingly at him through the crowd through the glasses.

"Start sorting!" Professor McGonagall said solemnly, and everyone fell silent.

The sorting hat has been raised again.It seemed to hesitate for a moment before it opened its mouth and sang - Harry was sure that the sound had startled most of the new students...

"There are a lot fewer freshmen this year than in previous years." Ron looked at the crowd carefully and whispered.

"One-third less than the average—" someone at the Ravenclaw table said, "Affected by the return of You-Know-Who, many magical families have moved out of Britain..."

"My father told me that my grandparents have lived here for generations." Cedric, the chairman of the student union, clasped the table and scanned everyone: "Our family will not relocate or flee. Hogwarts is the safest place. We should trust Deng Xiaoping. Principal Bullido."

"No matter how many new students Slytherin is assigned to, the real glory comes from the heart. Once you keep it, it will never be obliterated." The new prefect Draco sat at the top and whispered gracefully to everyone.

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The routine hat-singing session lasted much longer than usual.Slowly, many people began to think about it—this year’s sorting song is not like a song, but like a narrative of history—the friendship and conflict between Gryffindor and Slytherin, the prosperity and development of the four colleges , the final grind of the struggle...

At the end of the song, the hat shrieked:

"History has warned us that the dangers outside the school are looming, but you may have found the answer. Even if you are divided into different colleges, the common mission will lead you to-"

The sound stopped abruptly.

"To what?!" Ron's eyes widened.

No one answered him.On the four long tables, many people whispered to each other—many of them gradually showed thoughtful expressions on their faces...

Hermione slightly raised her eyes, watching the freshmen start sorting anxiously.Across the crowd, Tom nodded to her knowingly at the long Slytherin table.

"Why hasn't the Headmaster arrived yet?" Neville suddenly whispered uneasily, "This is the first time that Headmaster Dumbledore hasn't attended the sorting ceremony..."

"Don't worry," said Hermione calmly.

——I can come back after giving birth.she thought to herself.

However, there are still people talking about it.Gellert forcibly forcibly stopping Dumbledore from attending the New Year's Dinner—even if it's really bad for his health—maybe not the right decision. People's hearts have been fluctuating recently, and Dumbledore was originally people's reassurance...

Professor McGonagall puts the Sorting Hat away.After the few new students were sorted, she walked back to the seat of the teaching staff who seemed to have lost their backbone, and said with a sullen face: "This year, our teaching team will change, and the position of Potions will continue to be replaced by Professor Regulus Black." Ren - Meanwhile, Professor Sirius Black sadly bids farewell. We are delighted to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher... from the Ministry of Magic, Professor Dolores Umbridge. "

People clapped dryly.Ron leaned over and whispered to Harry, "Although I know your godfather has work for the Order of the Phoenix...but it's a pity to know that he can't continue teaching—"

"Cough-cough." Umbridge suddenly coughed clearly, causing everyone to be stunned by their dry expressions.

Professor McGonagall glanced at her.Everyone in the faculty seat glanced at her inexplicably.

"Thank you for your welcome speech, Vice-Principal McGonagall." She said in a light tone, as if trying to show a girlish attitude, she looked around at everyone sweetly: "I can go back to Hogwarts - looking at you These cute little brains are so good!"

Only then did the crowd realize that she was about to speak.

This new woman, dressed like a pink toad, was about to give a speech—

She continued in that greasy voice:

"The Ministry of Magic has always believed that educating young wizards is a very important matter. If some of your innate and valuable talents are not cultivated and exercised under careful and meticulous guidance—"

"The Hogwarts headmasters have all been innovative in their charge of running this historic school, and that's all right, but progress for the sake of progress should never be encouraged—"

"in my opinion--"

Immediately there was a commotion in the hall.The unprecedented experience made everyone almost fall off their seats—where did this woman come from?Is this to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?

——Voldemort is back, please ask such a person to teach everyone how to defend? !

——No, the Ministry of Magic invited Dobby, right? ? ?

Finally someone couldn't sit still—Among the chaos in the hall, while Umbridge was still giving a speech in a leisurely manner, and amidst the banging of the terminal, someone shouted loudly as if to boo: "These black magic tricks What about defense?!"

The scene immediately quieted down.Umbridge narrowed his eyes deeply.There were too many people just now, and there were too many people making noises, and she hadn't had time to catch the troublemaker——

She paused for a moment, then continued without emotion: "The Ministry of Magic believes that you should be taught how to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts in the correct way. In the coming year, I will—"

"Can the Ministry of Magic teach us to defeat You-Know-Who?" Suddenly, someone patted the table and shouted unhappily.

Umbridge's expression turned gloomy—Harry's mind suddenly felt tense, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and found that she was looking at him with an extremely strange expression through the crowd——

"As we all know, the only person you've all seen to escape You-Know-Who's spell is standing here." Umbridge smirked.

Everyone looked at Harry in unison.Including all unexplained new students.Those expressions were encouraging and trusting, but also doubtful, disturbed, and malicious—in an instant, the entire hall released the suppressed emotions of a summer on Harry, and those expressions touched his chest. almost tight...

"I think your classmate, Mr. Potter, knows the best, doesn't he?" Umbridge looked at the crowd with a smile that made the scalp tingle: "This friend--I believe that each of you will become like me." Very good friend—why don't you ask him? Everybody wants to know—"

"It's almost time." Professor McGonagall interrupted her forcefully, forcing everyone's attention back. "Professor Umbridge, thank you for your speech. Now, let's start the dinner—"

"Ah, you're too polite!" Umbridge squeezed Professor McGonagall affectionately with a smile on his face.

"What does the old hag mean?!" Ron widened his eyes, knocking on the plate and said, "She's suspicious of you—her tone is malicious! Harry, she wants to kill you! Professor McGonagall has noticed it too! Did you see her expression?! She looked like she had cow dung on her hands—”

"Keep your voice down, Ron," said Harry wearily.

"……What's wrong?"

"I know this woman..." Harry gritted his teeth heavily, "She once presided over my interrogation by the Ministry of Magic..."

"My God!" Ron said angrily, "I know... this group of people is now in control of the Ministry of Magic. They are not busy defeating You-Know-Who, but are busy fighting for power and profit. The minister's election... My dad has been busy for the past two months ...you were used by them too, Harry!"

Neville's heart was moved, and he couldn't help frowning: "Then the Ministry of Magic is sending this person to the school now..."

"What else? Meddle in the affairs of Hogwarts." Ron said contemptuously, "Scremgeour has always disagreed with Dumbledore."

Harry pulled the corners of his mouth away, and said lightly, "I told Scrimgeour. I said that I am Dumbledore's man through and through."

"My God... Could it be for this reason—but how could she say that about Harry?!" Neville repeated incredulously, "Harry came back from such a dangerous situation—how could she—how able……"

As Neville said, he couldn't help but couldn't even eat dinner, and clenched his fists angrily.

The friends were speechless for a while.Through the crowd, Harry looked up, Draco was looking at him trustingly on the long silver-green table, his gray eyes didn't blink - seeing these black eyes reminded one of his own big eyes. The dog godfather, and Regulus, who is still on the faculty seat and quietly encouraging himself—many, many people, those who believe in themselves...

Yes, there are too many people who don't believe him.

In the past two months, led by the "Daily Prophet", voices questioning Harry have become increasingly popular.

People couldn't accept the return of the devil, so they pointed their finger at Harry who brought all this and somehow escaped...

"Don't worry." Hermione emphasized again lightly.

Harry looked up at Hermione, and in a blink of an eye, the people of the same age he met in Diagon Alley had grown up so much now—they had all grown up, but she was always more mature than everyone else, as if they were the reassurance among them.

"Harry is a strong man," said Hermione quietly.

For a moment, this sentence came out, and everyone was a little dazed.There was warmth in Harry's heart, and he couldn't help but whispered, "Thank you, Hermione..."

However, at this moment, when the cups and cups were intertwined and there were many discussions, the situation suddenly changed!

--Ding--

A long system tone suddenly sounded in the hall.Everyone was stunned, looked around and raised the terminal in their hands in a panic——

The hall was in chaos, with four large screens, and the small-screen terminals in the hands of nearly 2000 people in the room, including those that were not turned on at all, all suddenly lit up and let out a long, panicky beep ——

Hermione's eyes twitched suddenly, and her expression changed suddenly!

Tom suddenly reacted, and he also looked at her in horror——

On the four big screens and the 2000 yuan small screen, facing all the teachers and students of Hogwarts, a gloomy picture appeared in front of everyone——

"Goodnight, British."

A snake-like voice, a snake-like face.With only one of the red eyes showing, Voldemort sat on the long armchair, dressed in black, and spoke horribly to the users of the magical Internet all over Britain.

Professor McGonagall stared at the terminal in disbelief—before she had time to forcibly turn off the screen, someone screamed immediately, and the terminal fell to the ground—no, the terminal was not broken, Hermione's upgraded new terminal uses With the advanced anti-seismic magic circle, the perfectly cut craft spar will never let it break easily...

McGonagall woke up immediately, and she sternly said, "Turn off!—Turn off all—" But it was too late, Hermione was sullen, and she shook her head slightly across the long table...

Can't turn it off.She suddenly realized this.Even Hermione couldn't turn it off right away.

"Goodnight, Hogwarts." Voldemort continued to curl his bloodless lips, and said to the crowd frantically and excitedly.

"Merlin..." Some people picked up the terminal in fear, and then retracted their hands in fear——

"Goodnight, Harry Potter." He said in a cadence, as if he was in a good mood.

Everyone looked at Harry in unison.And Harry stared at the terminal in front of him, without saying a word or moving.

"A notice, for everyone." The Dark Lord said heavily, "The bell will ring at the end of Game of Thrones, and many people will end their lives because of it... Oh, Nagini, don't worry..."

A large white snake hisses into the shot.Everyone was terrified, because at this time Voldemort's voice was not human, his skeleton-like fingers were stroking the huge snake's head, and what was coming out of his mouth was a terrifying hissing sound - there was only Harry Draco at the scene. The three of Tom could understand—Harry pinched the terminal, clenched his teeth, and clenched his fists...

"A notice for Harry Potter." Voldemort said leisurely, "This time, will the savior really be able to save the world as prophesied? - Lord Voldemort will make a special trip to wait for the opponent he believes to arrive."

The crowd was in an uproar.Everyone looked at Harry with various eyes in disbelief——

"The gameison." Voldemort chuckled, and waved his hand fiercely, the screen flickered, and all the screens went black instantly.

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