[HP] Mom is always right

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The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was still so boring, the only interesting thing was the verbal battle between the Gryffindors and Umbridge, the worst of which was that the Savior was undoubtedly locked up.

"That toad in Umbridge actually asked Harry to engrave on the back of his hand." During breakfast, Hermione said while stuffing bread into her mouth. Every time she mentioned this Ministry of Magic executive, the brown-haired little Witch is like referring to something disgusting and nasty.

"Engraving? When you are in confinement? How do you engrave?" Pansy asked curiously, and Draco couldn't help but look at Hermione.

"The old hag made Harry write 'I shall not lie' over and over again on the parchment, and each time the words were etched into the back of his hand and healed - and then, when he dropped the tip of the pen on the parchment again These words will appear again." Hermione pursed her lips, looking like she was about to cry.

Draco sighed.

"Anyone who is a normal person will hate Umbridge, but I have to admit that this woman is quite cunning and ruthless, otherwise she would not have risen so quickly and become Fudge's confidant. You are too explicit, if not Potter is her key target, just because you contradicted her like you did in his class—”

"I won't let this toad feel better if I try to be punished severely." Hermione threw the fork into the plate angrily, making a loud noise.Fortunately, the owl flew over at this time and dropped the "Daily Prophet" she subscribed to, attracting Hermione's attention.She unfolded the newspaper, and then took a sharp breath of cold air.

"The Ministry of Magic seeks education reform, and Dolores Umbridge is appointed as the first Senior Inquisitor?" The little witch almost crushed the newspaper.

"Umbridge—Senior Inquisitor?" Blaise frowned, and the half-eaten slice of bread slipped from his fingers. "What does that mean?"

Pansy put down the pumpkin juice, looked closer, and saw a large photo of Umbridge printed on the newspaper, with a round face full of smiles and dead fish eyes blinking.

"This is not the first time that Fudge has adopted new laws to improve magic schools..." Pansy intermittently read out the information that she considered important, "On August 8, the "No. ", to ensure that if the current Headmaster cannot provide a candidate for a teaching position, a suitable candidate will be recommended by the Ministry of Magic..."

"That's how Umbridge must have been appointed teacher at Hogwarts." Hermione commented with a stern face, and then read on: "Umbridge... immediately became a huge success? How ridiculous Talking about it...brought a breakthrough to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class...Let us read the textbook as a 'breakthrough'?"

"That's not the point," Pansy patted her friend's back to comfort her, "The point is the so-called Ministry of Magic's "No.20 Educational Order No. Has the power to check other teachers."

"I can't believe it. It's shameless!" Hermione breathed heavily, her eyes sparkling, and then she turned her head sharply to Draco: "Also, your father is also busy speaking for the Ministry of Magic, What do you mean 'many of us who care about our own children have been worried about Dumbledore's eccentric decisions in recent years'?"

"I think we discussed this issue a long time ago." Draco put down his glass and said unhurriedly, "I have always had a disapproving attitude towards using werewolves and half-giants as teachers. I think my father This is also the point of view”

But at this time, Blaise had a mischievous smile on his face.

"What's the matter?" Hermione asked, glaring at him, clearly thinking the smile was inappropriate.

"Oh, I was just thinking about dear Professor Snape being censored," said the brown-skinned boy cheerfully, "and Umbridge will be treated with complete contempt—he probably won't say a word to her. .”

It is a great pity that Monday's Potions class passed safely, and Umbridge did not show up at all.In fact, Umbridge didn't take part in any of the classes Draco had today (except Defense Against the Dark Arts, of course, dear Umbridge, who continued to use the Ministry-approved method, which mainly consisted of having students read textbooks , never including encouraging students to express their opinions on things they don’t quite understand), which inevitably made him feel a little bit lonely when watching a good show. Fortunately, at dinner, the well-informed Blaise brought relevant gossip.

"I heard that Umbridge sat in on Charms and Divination classes today," the brown-skinned boy said with a smile, "Professor Flitwick was very calm, Umbridge didn't say anything, but Professor Trelawney Quite nervous, especially when Umbridge asked her to make a prophecy for himself."

"Umbridge did what I always wanted Professor Trelawney to do. Although I have been studying for more than two years, I always feel that divination is a trick." Pansy said with her hands on her chin. "And then? Did Professor Trelawney make a prophecy?"

"Certainly not," Hermione snorted, and hurriedly said, "It must be another set of 'the third eye can't be ordered to see'."

"Hmm, I'll give you another chance, I believe you can guess it right." Blaise said playfully, pointing at Hermione.

"Since it's not the 'Third Eye'...she must have said that Umbridge will encounter ominous, dire dangers, something like that?" Hermione asked inquiringly.

"Exactly," Blaise laughed. "Draco, as a prefect, can you give our clever little witch ten points?"

"She has every right to add points for herself, and I don't want to do it." Draco shrugged, and then raised the corners of his mouth at Blaise: "I remember you asked that Hufflepuff girl to study in the library tonight, Time seems to be running out."

"Oh, thanks for the reminder," Blaise wiped his mouth after drinking the last sip of soup, "I've been chasing her for a week, it's a matter of success or failure." After finishing his robe, he was sure that he was handsome and handsome, and left in a hurry up.

"What about you?" Draco turned his head to look at Pansy with a teasing look in his eyes, "Your social activities seem to be lacking a lot this semester."

"Stay in the lounge with Hermione and do homework, are you coming?" The black-haired little witch replied calmly after swallowing a small piece of lamb chop.

"I know you hate Gryffindor and look down on Hufflepuff, but Ravenclaw is still acceptable." Draco kindly suggested. To be honest, he was very curious about the way his close friends got along. Individuals linger in the flowers, and then one of them continues to be romantic, while the other turns to self-cultivation.

"But they're all women compared to me." Pansy smiled ironically, then patted Draco on the shoulder like a boy, "Mind yourself, Master Malfoy."

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The morning we went to Hogsmeade was sunny but windy.After breakfast, they formed a long queue in front of Filch, who had to check their names against the long list of classmates whose parents or guardians had allowed them to visit Hogsmeade.Draco arrived a little early on purpose, and sure enough, he saw Hermione before Pansy and Blaise arrived.

"Hey, Draco." The little witch hurriedly said, "I have an appointment with someone, and I have to go first."

"Wait." Draco stopped Hermione before she ran to the queue, "You give this to Potter, don't say I gave it to you."

Hermione took the small crystal bottle and carefully observed the yellow liquid contained in it against the sunlight. "It's the filtered and pickled juice from the tentacles of Mortla rat, which is very effective for the wound on his hand." The clever little witch said with certainty, and then cast her scrutinizing eyes on Draco, "You and Louis how's it going?"

Draco put his hands in his pockets and gave a sweet smile: "I'm his boyfriend, and—I think we'll get married after graduation."

"What about this one?" Hermione shook the crystal bottle in her hand.

"So don't tell Potter I gave it to you." Draco shrugged. "Go, or you'll be late."

Five minutes after Hermione left, Pansy and Blaise arrived at the gate.

"I think Hermione is doing something secret." The little black-haired witch flipped her hair, "She's been very secretive lately, she seems to be writing something besides homework, and always avoids me to see it." . She would be with me at the opening day, but today she found a very poor excuse and ran away."

"What excuse?" Blaise asked curiously.

"She said she wanted to have something published in The Quibbler and that she had to discuss it with Luna Lovegood—that crazy girl's father is the editor of The Quibbler, and he's just as bad as his publication." Pansy said dissatisfiedly, and when she caught a glimpse of the absent-minded look of the platinum-haired boy beside her, she felt even more upset. She reached out and poked his arm, "Hey, Draco, what are you looking at?"

"It's nothing." Draco looked away. "Everyone has secrets, and almost every secret will eventually come to light. We'll just have to wait and see to find out what Hermione is up to."

In fact, he was looking at Mrs. Puddife's small teahouse on the corner just now, and the people sitting in it seemed to be lovers.Louie tried to lure him in last semester, but he stopped after he criticized the decoration here from head to toe.It was only later that Draco found out that this place was almost a special place for couples to date. Almost all Hogwarts couples had been here, and Blaise would bring three girls to this shop for coffee on average every semester.

If there is still a chance, I should bring Louis here again, he thought, thinking of the blond boy's face with yellow ointment, what the hell is he up to?Why take a leave of absence?

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When they came back from Hogsmeade with a lot of food, they found a big notice on the Slytherin bulletin board, because it was the only notice on it, and it was so big that it was hard not to miss it. to pay attention to:

The Hogwarts High Inquisitor has ordered the dissolution of all student organisations, associations, teams and clubs.Organizations, associations, teams, and clubs are hereby defined to mean regular gatherings of three or more students.Reconstruction can be requested from the High Inquisitor (Professor Umbridge).No student organizations, associations, teams and clubs shall exist without the approval of the Senior Inquisitor.

If a student is found to have formed or joined any organization, association, team or club without the approval of the Senior Investigating Officer.Immediate dismissal.

The above regulations are in line with "No.20 No. [-] Education Order".

Signed: Senior Inquisitor Dolores Jane Umbridge

Draco sneered secretly in his heart. It seemed that his spell training three times a week was very safe. After all, he was the only member, not even a group, and definitely not in the forbidden ranks.

"This hag's hands are really long enough—" Hermione squinted at the notice, and now she was no longer a "toad-toad" or "pink-slug" to Umbridge. They screamed and unified into "Hergman". It seems that this word can fully express her ugly appearance and vicious heart.

"Merlin, she won't cancel our art salon." Pansy said with wide eyes, worried.

"Of course not," Draco smiled. "A mild and harmless club like the Art Salon should be encouraged. I think Umbridge has discovered a more dangerous organization hidden in Hogwarts." .”

"In the school? A more dangerous organization?" Hermione repeated inexplicably. "Could it be an army?"

Draco glanced at the little witch's expression, shrugged, "Our senior investigator has the final say, isn't it?"

"Hey, Draco!" Montague waved to Draco across the crowd who were reading the notice, and quickly squeezed over.

"Do you have time tonight?" the big boy asked.

Draco weighed it up, and instead of answering directly, he asked instead: "Is there anything important?"

"Yes, it's very important. I want to go to Professor Umbridge tonight and request to reorganize the Slytherin Quidditch team." Montague said seriously, "Your father enjoys a lot in the Ministry. If you and I If we go together, Umbridge might be quicker to agree."

"Did she include Quidditch?" Hermione interrupted, startled. "That's horrible."

"It mentions 'team', so I think we'll have to apply for that." Montague pointed to the sign, then continued to question Draco with his eyes.

"It's our duty," Draco nodded, "but we don't need to spend the evening, because whenever we ask Umbridge to apply, she will definitely agree- let's go, there happens to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon of fourth year , we are rushing over now just to finish class."