[HP] Subversion - Destined

Hogwarts finally started. On the day of the new branch, Professor McGonagall was the acting headmaster. This year's DADA professor was indeed replaced by Umbridge.

I propped my chin and stared blankly into the distance, filtered out all the nonsense that the pink toad croaked out of my ears, boldly harassed Snape's soul, and cuddled softly A group of warm energy, listen to his strong heartbeat.Snape on the professor's chair just frowned at my rogue behavior that couldn't be driven away, and stared at the long table of Slytherin expressionlessly, as if he was inspecting the freshmen.

"...Let us abandon the practice courses that should be banned, and achieve the most perfect state that can be achieved...Mr. Potter? Mr. Harry Potter!" The voice of the flat panel suddenly raised, and the sleepy little wizards below were stunned. To wake up scared.

"Harry!" Hermione pushed me, and I suddenly recovered from that state of ecstasy.

"Ah? What?" I looked at her blankly.

"Mr. Potter, please stand up." This time I finally heard Umbridge's voice clearly. From her twitching facial expression, I can see that she is very dissatisfied, but she still has to put on that nasty smile, " Even if you are the savior, you must learn to respect the professor. Tell me, am I right?"

"Sorry, Professor." I lowered my head and pouted at an angle she couldn't see, then stood up and faced her.

"I said a lot of important things just now, please repeat them." I pursed my lips and said nothing, "What? Didn't you listen to a word? Regarding the duties I will perform at Hogwarts, Hogwarts You didn't listen to the future development direction?" She raised her head slightly, like a proud toad.

"As a DADA professor, the duty is naturally to teach students some useful methods of resisting black magic, and a lot of practice can ensure that students can correctly respond to emergencies." Scanning around the little wizards on the long table, especially For those ignorant first graders, I opened my mouth on a whim, "Hogwarts should strengthen its defenses from this school year. In view of the expansion of dark forces, the overall teaching should focus on cultivating students' self-protection and resilience—our It is impossible to live in a school for a lifetime, so it is very important not to become a burden to adult wizards when facing enemies, and we can even learn to protect the people we want to protect—once the overall strength is improved, everyone will unite and cohere together, What the dark forces will face is an invulnerable obstacle!"

As I spoke in succession, Umbridge's face turned bluer and greener, especially when someone at the Gryffindor table shouted hello for fear of chaos, and then someone started knocking again. The cutlery slapped the table, and whistled and booed, which immediately triggered a group effect, and the entire hall that was originally quiet suddenly became lively.

Umbridge could hardly pretend anymore, "Cough, cough!" She fake coughed a few times, but was drowned in the noise, and the professors behind her sat there with serious faces and said nothing, as if They are just bystanders, and this farce has nothing to do with them.

Umbridge took a few deep breaths and barely maintained a certain demeanor: "Quiet!" She suppressed the hall with a loud voice, "What about your etiquette? How did Dumbledore teach you?! Disregarding discipline and making loud noises! She patted the table, and then seemed to realize that this was not in line with the image she wanted to create, and coughed twice, "Mr. Potter, you didn't listen carefully to the professor's speech. Please come to my office after it's over, labor." Serve, Mr Potter."

"Yes, professor." I shrugged and sat down, and took what I said just now as a publicity for the expansion of DA enrollment in the future.As for Umbridge, at most she engages in corporal punishment or something, and I don't think it's too outrageous, after all, my identity as the savior is there.

Umbridge spoke for another half an hour, as if trying to get what I had just said out of everyone's minds, although no one was probably listening.

After dinner, I bid farewell to Hermione Ron, who is a prefect, and I came to Umbridge's office, which is also pink, "Please sit down." Umbridge still faced me with that disgusting smile, " I know, you think you have experienced a lot, so you always don't see others in your eyes..."

"I didn't, Professor..."

Before I could say anything, she interrupted me, "I know, your childhood memories have caused you a certain amount of psychological damage, causing you to develop a kind of persecution paranoia, thinking that the world is full of bad people—this It's just your subjective imagination, in fact, there is no danger outside, who would attack a child like you?"

"But that's not..."

Her voice was getting higher and higher, but she didn't give me a chance to speak, "The Ministry of Magic has always believed that Hogwarts is a sacred place for cultivating and educating young wizards. As a student of Hogwarts, you should put your studies first. , There are many things in the world of adults that you cannot understand. We have been trying our best to protect you from being polluted by the darkness of the outside world, but there are always some people who like to be heroes for a while. We should prohibit this kind of practice——you said , am I right?"

I lowered my head and closed my mouth, "I hope you have listened to what I said—look at me, Mr. Potter, seriously! This is the minimum respect for a student." I looked at her empty, so that She won't notice the disgust in her eyes. "Very well, tell me, what happened on the day of the match? Dumbledore's death..."

I unconsciously began to recall the green light that day, Dumbledore's fallen figure, Voldemort laughing wildly... No - I began to use some memories to resist the intruders, Firenze's help, the giant spider's attack, Voldemort's Chasing and killing—until Dumbledore's body appeared in the field, almost recalling the escape from the Forbidden Forest again, and I finally pulled out of this trance.

He supported his head and closed his eyes to resist the dizziness after the brain was invaded, "Sorry Professor, I'm a little dizzy..." TNND dared to calmly take Legilimency!Dumbledore must not let her know that Dumbledore can appear through the soul ring, and that it was Lucius who actually killed Dumbledore. Once his identity as a spy is exposed, the conflict will definitely intensify. Not ready to deal with the Dark Lord.

"Come here first today, I hope you remember today's words." Umbridge actually let me go like this, and I didn't bother to see if she was satisfied, so I hurriedly left the office.

It ended up running into Snape on the way back to Gryffindor Tower - could I take that as a sign that he was worried about me?

"Potter, what are you standing there giggling for? Don't tell me you've had your brain crushed by your gigantic vanity, and you haven't come back to reality from being treated like a hero at dinner - that's enough, giggling can replace your feet Move?!" Snape turned and left with a dark face.

While snickering, I leisurely followed him into the cellar, sank into the sofa and crossed my legs, watching him play with those precious bottles and jars, I complained very aggrievedly: "Sev, how dare that bitch treat me Use Legilimency to read!" He finally frowned and stopped, turned around and stared at me: "What did she see?"

"Don't worry, there's nothing real. Anyway, I learned my Occlumency from you, so have some confidence in me, okay?" I spread my hands and shrugged.

"Hmph, don't be complacent, the strength of the silent Legilimency has been weakened by more than 01:30, if you can't even stop this, what's the difference between you and those brainless trolls?" Snape turned back and was busy.

I froze for a moment, um, that's not the point, "Hey, you should care about me, not how much she sees!"

As soon as the words fell, a bottle of potion was placed heavily on the table in front of me: "Drink it." Snape suddenly appeared in front of me, and I shrank my neck in shock, "Potter, how old are you? Those children whose IQs are not developing normally run home and cry to adults when they feel wronged?—not to mention that this is the price you pay for your arrogance regardless of time and place—drink it!”

I gulped down the medicine tastelessly before I realized: "You used apparition just now?!

Snape glared at me: "Don't be surprised like an uninformed person, it's just a small experiment."

"Ah, that's right, because you can feel each other's presence, you can apparate to each other anytime, anywhere." A voice came across the sky. A portrait of a young Dumbledore smiling inside was hung.

"Albus, when will you be normal?" Snape cleaned up the bottle, sat next to me, and patted my knee with his left hand, "Put your legs down and sit down. Do you need me to teach you this kind of etiquette?" I grabbed his hand like a rogue, leaning my right leg against his left, ignoring his warning eyes and nodding to Dumbledore as a greeting.

"Ah, Severus, you have to understand the difficulty of having a portrait that switches between the old man and the young man every day." Dumbledore looked at us with a smile, showing with this youthful appearance that "the family has my son." "You're just growing up" eyes are really goosebumps.

Obviously Snape felt the same way as I did, and the corners of his eyes twitched, "Then you come back with a different face - I know your IQ is directly proportional to your age - although your degree of madness is just the opposite." As if To penetrate the portrait with his eyes, he sternly refused to give Dumbledore a chance to reply, "Now, I want to listen to the main point!"

"Oh, really, you know, people always like to talk when they are old... Well, to be serious," Dumbledore still looked decent when he was serious, "I hope you can teach those children more useful things this school year Severus. Horcruxes are basically wiped out, and the decisive battle will be in these two years, and the Ministry of Magic is still pinning its hopes on that prophecy instead of seriously considering how to deal with Voldemort's invasion. They can be ignorant, Hogwarts can't do it, there are some underage wizards here, if they don't get real guidance, they can only be at a loss in the face of attacks."

"You should tell Umbridge these words." Snape's expression didn't relax at all, and he said routinely, "She is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts."

"She represents the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore shook his head. "Actually, Harry's DA is well organized. If we can recruit more people..."

"No!" Snape tightened his grip on my hand, causing me pain. "You still think your golden boy isn't getting enough attention?! You want all the blame to be pointed at him? The devil king has fallen, and your savior has already been buried by the Ministry of Magic!"

Dumbledore, who hadn't been serious for a long time, looked at Snape with a rather loving look: "Hey, it's true, Severus knew that his elbow was turned out before he got married."

In an instant, Snape's face turned black, and he squeezed out a few words: "Get out! Wrap your canvas and get out of the cellar!!"

"Harry, try to persuade him more." This time Dumbledore walked away as soon as he finished speaking, leaving behind a snake king with an indeterminate bomb.