[HPDHGSG] Subversion of parallel time and space

So, but once a ghoul tastes human flesh..."

"He won't let go, just like a tiger that has tasted human flesh."

"It's not mentioned in our book," Harry looked at Draco excitedly, "Sure enough, we need to practice more!"

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"Bullets filled with silver? We never do that!" Holding the pistol, Harry was still in a state of excitement, making the other three feel a little helpless against him.

Sam took up the task of reassuring the little black cat-like Harry who saw the catnip, saying, "Yes, this is what we usually do, but Harry, can you calm down, or he wouldn't dare Appeared."

Harry blinked, and finally fell silent, with Draco beside him saying, "Thanks, Sam, Harry sometimes gets agitated but loses his head." He rubbed Harry's hair as he spoke.

What else can we say?That ghoul was really unlucky, not to mention meeting the two most powerful hunters of the era, but also taking out two guys who can knock it down in melee combat. I don’t know if it regretted going there before it died. cannibal...

The Winchester brothers, Harry and Draco, who successfully completed the task, spent a day wandering in Riverside together the next day, which gave the four of them a chance to learn more about each other.How should I put it, the four people who turned out to be paired in pairs made another match later on the second day: Harry and Sam, Draco and Dean, the so-called same-sex (personality) attracts, Harry likes Sam by nature Draco appreciates Dean's deep sense of responsibility and perseverance (and the two people's mutual love for Impala), and the reverse is actually the same. In any case, Harry and Draco have reached this point. The most special friends on this trip to the United States (Harry: "I bet it's much more interesting than Hermione and the others!"), and Sam and Dean finally made friends other than hunters-due to their special jobs, originally There are not many ordinary people who can trust them, let alone talk to them—when they broke up from the bar that night, the four of them were in a good mood and exchanged mobile phone numbers (do you think iMagic will not come out yet? Finished product?), the four parted at the entrance of the bar.

"This trip to the United States is really interesting, what do you think?" Harry said to Draco who was beside him.

"I agree."

The author has something to say: *: Star Trek movie version [-] Back to Earth plot

Alas, when writing about the two brothers of the Wen family talking, their expressions are all in full set in my mind, but I just can't describe them, it's very uncomfortable...

chapter132. Journey to the United States: The Big Four

As mentioned earlier, the day before Harry and the others planned to go to Riverside, Godric and the others had only left there for a few days. That is to say, the tourist country chosen by the Big Four this summer is mainly the United States, so they met again in the United States. What's up?

Speaking of...

"You two stinky men, hurry up and get into the bathroom! Roy and I left two hours earlier than you, how did you end up like this?!"

Under Helga's roar, Salazar and Godric went directly into the bathroom in their suite without saying a word. Half an hour later, they were still in a mess when they entered the door, dripping from their clothes or hair. When the two guys in the wine came out of the bathroom, they returned to normal again, with long black hair and short blonde hair with water droplets, reflecting the soft and beautiful lights in the room.

Helga and Rowena, who were sitting in front of the TV, saw the two people who came out, reached out and turned off the TV, and also put on a smile like a virgin, and Rowena said, "Really, what did you two provoke?" What's wrong?"

Wearing a large bathrobe, Godric sat on his bed, smoothed his wet blond hair, and narrated seriously:

(continued third person)

Godric picked up the first on the left of a row of shot glasses that were full of wine, shining brightly in the dim and mixed light of the bar, and drank them all in one go, flipping the rim of the glass, then flipping it upside down, followed by the second glass, and the third glass. It's pretty nice to see the lights reflected in the empty wine glasses, but it's obvious that the people around don't care about the lights. They surround the vigorous blond young man at the bar one after another, applauding as the latter drinks a glass of whiskey .

There are fifteen small glasses in a row of wine. Although Godric drank it obviously slowed down, he still kept drinking. When the wine glasses reflected the lights in the bar in unison, people's cheers almost overturned the entire bar, and the atmosphere in the bar reached a climax tonight.

Godric is clearly the center of this orgasm, drunk people are patting him on the shoulder and saying "good job" "good drink" and the like, look around and you can still see quite a few women , drunk or not, winking at him, the king of the bar tonight.Of course Godric noticed it, he just smiled, thinking of the dark-haired man sitting silently in a corner of the bar in the crowd, who actually held a better drink than him, and said involuntarily: "I'm sorry, beautiful lady Guys, I'm more interested in men."

He swears he didn't mean to say that!

Because just when he finished saying this sentence, the gender of the winking was changed to a male!

America is really free and open!

Godric yelled inwardly, and then he wanted to leave the crowd and find Salazar.Rowena and Helga don't like bars very much, so they will be at the hotel more than an hour ago. Although Salazar doesn't like it here, he still stays with... er, it seems to be waiting?Godric together.

As Godric struggled to squeeze his way through the excited, alcohol-controlled crowd, he had the misfortune of being...followed by...

Godric managed to get out of the center of the bar, and when he was looking for Salazar among the booths where men and women were already restless, a man put his arms around his shoulders from behind.

"You can drink a lot, how many more drinks will you have with me?"

Under the influence of Salazar for thousands of years, Godric, who was actually slightly clean, frowned because of the alcohol in the man's words and the resulting bad breath. Please, he would eat mints every time he drank.So he didn't bother to push the guy away, just said: "I'm sorry sir, I'm not interested." While continuing to look for Salazar.

However, it may be because the person drank too much or was overconfident—this person is no better than the middle-aged uncle who has a crush on Harry, and his appearance is generally acceptable—that person seems to have taken Godric's words as " Say yes or no" and say, "I'm sure I'll get you 'interested' soon."

"Come on buddy, I..." Godric was about to smile and push the man away, but he saw Salazar, sitting in a dark corner, the point is...he was not alone.

Salazar's long black hair and striking features would have been striking enough, not to mention that he was dressed in Muggle clothes that were more figure-defining than wizard robes, plain black shirt and jeans, even if he sat in the most inconspicuous In the corner, someone will always notice him.

Of course, this "there will always be someone" generally refers to men.

Should we add words like "not afraid of death" and "brave and fearless" before "man"?In view of the fact that they are looking at Salazar Slytherin, the most powerful and terrifying dark wizard in the world in history and at present.

However, in fact, whether it is the man who is eyeing Godric or the guy who is trying to hook up with Salazar, it is very lucky in a certain way, because the Big Four have an unspoken habit of, that is, when traveling, Be an ordinary person, or an ordinary wizard.Thousands of years of life have made them just smile and don't care about many things.If it was a thousand years ago, the man who hugged Godric and said that kind of thing would not only not see the sun of tomorrow, but he would be so painful that he wished he could not see it before then.Not to mention those who fell in love with Salazar.

Well, so what Godric saw was that his Salazar was surrounded by more than one man, what were those guys trying to do?Many to one? !As Godric thought about it, the corners of his eyes twitched. He easily threw off the man behind him, and quickly walked towards Salazar.

Eh, Salazar...he is also walking towards himself?

Oh, are we really on the same page?Godric thought happily, but at the same time he saw those men who were left behind by Salazar chasing after them.So without thinking about it, he quickened his pace (why did Salazar speed up too) and walked towards Salazar.

"Sorry, he's mine."

"I'm sorry, he's mine."

It seems like something is... not right.

Why did Godric and Salazar say this at the same time?

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"Stupid lion, can't you feel that there is someone behind you?" Salazar's bathrobe was meticulous, and his long black hair reflected the light, which looked particularly silky due to the wetness. "It's clearly..."

Salazar sat quietly in the corner of the bar, out of reach of the lights that bothered him, and he liked the dark because he could easily blend in.

(Godric: "You have black hair, black shirt and black face, of course it's easy to blend in!")

There is a glass of high-purity whiskey in front of him. Generally speaking, he prefers to drink red wine, but...

Sarah looked at the crowd cheering around Godric in the middle of the bar... Is this kind of place a place to drink red wine?If it wasn't for waiting for the stupid lion who likes to be showy and lively, he would have left with Royna Helga and the others long ago.

In fact, among the Big Four, no one really likes the excitement, not even Godric who seems to like it.Because there is excitement, there is emptiness after the excitement, which is unavoidable. In their thousands of years of life, they had the excitement a few times at the beginning and made a few other friends. That kind of "lively" is indeed very happy.

But their lives are unlimited, which means that they have to watch those other friends grow old and leave them. This is the "emptiness" after "lively".Over time, even Godric, who likes to be lively and make friends the most, gradually stopped paying too much affection to people other than his three partners.Endless life is also torture in a way, but luckily they still have each other.

Taking another sip of wine, Salazar stretched his neck, wondering if it was possible that the lion had finished his line of wine and that the two of them would not need to practice their routine tonight, they were always equally divided.

His lazy thoughts were interrupted by cheers from the center of the bar. Salazar raised his eyebrows, seeing the brilliant blond hair triumphantly reflecting the lights of the bar in the crowd. He didn't even need to see Godric's face. You can know the expression of that person now.The showy lion, Salazar thought, while involuntarily raised the corners of his mouth, and the golden-green eyes were filled with feelings that were not only friendship, but also love.

"Sorry, beautiful ladies, I'm more interested in men."

Is there anything more damaging to the atmosphere than this?Salazar heard Godric loudly declaring his sexuality there and just wanted to hold his forehead in silence... so he took another sip of his drink.

Raising his head, he was not surprised to see that Godric was walking towards him, and was finally about to leave here. Salazar let out a light breath, drank the wine in his hand, and stood up.

I don’t know if it’s because the action of him standing up inspired the actions of those men. Anyway, when Salazar finally got up, even though his expression was “stay away from strangers” all night, a few still wanted to try their luck The man came up and tried to strike up a conversation.

"Hi, did someone take you home?"

That's right, I didn't use the title "beauty" like the last time I encountered it.Salazar thought lazily in his mind that when he visited the Muggle world his thoughts were always lazily like a cat napping in the sun.

However, if someone trespassed on the cat's territory, it would not be "lazy" - Sara saw a man put his arm around Godric's shoulder, saying something, Godric His attitude was as indifferent and indifferent as he was.

Salazar knew very well that Godric would not be interested in that man, and the two of them had already tacitly dealt with this kind of thing now, but well, the ownership still had to be announced, so Salazar didn't bother to talk to those around him. Personally, he walked straight up to Godric, and found that the other person was also walking towards him.The man who was thrown off by Godric quickly reacted and rushed behind Godric, so Salazar simply quickened his pace.

"Sorry, he's mine."

"Sorry, he's mine."

Ok, we finally figured out what the hell was going on...

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"So, this is actually a story about the two of you who were so bored that you confessed your love in public in a bar." Rowena summed it up brilliantly in one sentence.

Sitting next to her, Helga asked, "Then what happened to your dead appearance just now?"

"Need to say? These two are bored, they fought with those people." Rowena replied dismissively on behalf of the two men.

"Oh, Vivienne..." Helga held her forehead, completely speechless, "Fight with some ordinary Muggles? Why don't you go to the underground boxing ring and make some money!... Oh, I'm sorry, I almost forgot Yes, you tried it a few years ago, and because you messed up the boss's game, they wanted to settle accounts with you, but in the end you smashed the boxing ring, and we two ladies helped you clean up the traces, because you try not to use magic when traveling! "

Neither Godric nor Salazar looked at the two ladies...

"Calm down, Hull." Rowena patted Helga on the shoulder, "What did we both do?"

Helga hugged Rowena with a heartbroken look on her face: "Oh, Roy, back then, we two young girls, why did we go on an adventure with these two careless guys?"

"Hey, it's clear that you had a crush on me back then, and Roy had a crush on Thrall!" Godric retorted fearlessly, and immediately his head was pushed down by Salazar——

"Godric Gryffindor! You can't eat anything I cook this summer!!!"

The author has something to say: The source of inspiration for this chapter is Supernatural.Season02.E15~

I remember when I read the article before, I saw someone said that they didn’t like Salazar or Royna Helga called Godric a "stupid lion" because Godric is not that stupid, but I like it very much, I think " "Stupid lion" is actually a very close appellation, just like... Let me come up with two metaphors, it's good if you can understand one. For example, the US team had a line with the Winter Soldier, "Youprunk." "Jerk. ’ and the classic dialogue between Dean and Sam, “Bitch.” “Jerk.”

chapter133. New Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Harry, who came back from the United States, was very happy to see his godfather, who had finally been reversed and clarified. Hate Harry so much, but as a family trying to be "normal", they would be happy if Harry could leave, and Harry would be happy to make life easier for the family, anyway, Voldemort is dead, they It's time to have a stable life, isn't it?

Harry, who moved out of the Dursleys, lived at 12 Grimmauld Place, with Sirius and Lupine.

Lupine's a good man with a house, really, but putting him on 12 Grimmauld Place... so tough...

After moving in for more than half a year, there is only a small living room, dining room and a master bedroom in the entire Grimmauld Place, and it is really difficult to clean up the other places. In addition, Kreacher is disobedient, so Harry walked into Grimmauld Place with his luggage. When I was at No. 12 in the square, what I saw was a pair of apologetic godfather and godfather.

"It's okay, Sirius, Remus," Harry said as he walked in with his suitcase, "I'm fine with it, really, as long as I have a place to live."

Lupine led Harry through the gloomy, dusty corridors to a guest room, pushed open the door, and Harry saw that it was quite tidy inside, that was enough, "Really, Remus , you don’t have to blame yourself, it’s not your fault, it’s this house.”

After dinner that night, Harry returned to his room and called softly, "Kreacher."

He was right, it wasn't Lupine's fault that the house was bad, it was the house, the house didn't recognize its current owner, the house-elves didn't recognize the people who lived there, then the house wouldn't listen their words.

With a soft sound, the old house-elf wearing a ragged rag appeared in the room. He glanced at Harry, bowed as if he had to, and said, "Little master." The unreachable voice cursed.

Harry looked at it and said, "You don't recognize the current master, I know, and I understand."

Kreacher looked up and gave Harry a suspicious look.

"The rebels who were removed from the family tapestry, the werewolves... I understand, I understand, they have no right to enter the ancestral home of the Black family." Harry looked at Kreacher's eyes clouded by age, and said, "But if I Tell you, the proper heir of the Black family is still there, and he has inherited the real Black family?"

"Little Master Regulus! No, it's impossible...Little Master, he...no..." Kreacher's shrill voice could be heard throughout No. 12 Grimaud, and Harry was really glad that he cast the Soundproofing Charm in advance, He sighed and said, "Take me to the family tapestry room, and I'll prove it to you."

Kreacher snapped his fingers dubiously, and the two appeared in the genealogy room. Harry looked around at the tapestries, took out a knife from his pocket, and said, "It's just an ordinary knife, you should know How strong is a family tapestry for alchemy?" After finishing speaking, he slashed straight at the wall—a cut.

"So, this isn't the real family tapestry," said Harry, putting away his jackknife. "The real family tapestry was transferred to the original Black family estate the year before last. If we could see it now, you would It turns out that Regulus Black is the head of the Black family. Ah, that's why you haven't seen him come back here after his resurrection." Harry looked at the old house-elf, who was already surprised He couldn't say anything, so he shrugged and continued, "Then as a house elf of the Black family, since your real master is still there, you should continue to do your duty and be nice to your master's brother, although he I don’t know how to be a good brother at all. If you behave better, I will propose to Leier to let him change you to the original manor—I know you are very loyal.”

Kreacher gripped his rag clothes tightly, and said in disbelief, "You, no, you know Master Regulus?"

Harry smiled, then shook his left hand - the Potter ring was on his index finger.

It seemed that the poor old house-elf's heart was about to stop because he couldn't bear it, and he said hoarsely: "Master of the Potter family! Kreacher has neglected the master of the Potter family! Oh, what will the mistress say about me! "As he was about to bang his head on the ground, Harry quickly said: "Kreacher, stop!" Then he added, "But I forbid you to tell anyone except Regulus that I am Potter." Do you understand the matter of the patriarch of the family?"

Kreacher's big eyes were full of tears, but he nodded and said, "Kreacher will definitely clean this place! Kreacher will definitely make the head of the Potter family feel at home!"

"Okay, thank you, Kreacher, I believe everything will be fine." Harry nodded, yes, this trouble has been solved, and he will go talk to Regulus another day.

Imagine how Sirius and Remus felt when they got up and walked out of their bedroom the next morning?They feel like they're... in the wrong door.

The magic power of the house elves is very powerful, so Kreacher was actually unwilling to do so before, but now...

The dark green-based house no longer had the gloomy and gloomy atmosphere it had in the past ten years, but it should have been elegant and noble, just like the Black family of generations of Slytherins.The oak floors and stairs were waxed to glisten, but not slippery to tread on.The display case of house elf heads at the corner of the stairs is covered with a black cloth, which no longer makes people feel uncomfortable.

The main drawing room was swept out before 12 Grimaud finally regained its glory as the ancestral home of the Black family.Those crystal chandeliers, silver candlesticks, mahogany coffee tables, and velvet sofas are there quietly, telling the pride of the Black family that has lasted for thousands of years.

You mean Mrs. Black's portrait?The two had already been taken to the original manor before, so at least they lived in a clean environment.

For the rest of the summer vacation, Hermione and Mo Yan stayed at 12 Grimaud for a week at Harry's invitation after finishing their holiday tour.And in the last week of summer vacation, the Weasley family's school-school lion cubs stayed at No. 12 Grimaud as guests—the house-elf here had been replaced by a much younger one, and Kreacher had fulfilled his wish. On Harry's suggestion, he went to the original manor, met his "little master" he had always loved, and was able to serve him until his death. Harry thought, it should have no regrets in this life.

A week before the start of school, everyone received a letter from the school, Harry became the prefect of Gryffindor, and the other three partners also became the prefects of their college without a doubt.Remus also celebrated Harry for this, and Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder and said that Remus was also a prefect back then.

Then, it was time to start school, and Harry should have been happy, but he really couldn't be.

The carriages lined up, creaking and wobbling along the road.They passed the high stone pillars on either side of the gate to the school grounds, surmounted by winged boars.Ron sat next to him with the twins discussing who would be the Gryffindor fifth year headmistress.At the same time, Hogwarts Castle loomed closer: the tall towers looked even darker against the dark night sky, and occasionally a window could be seen shining a fiery red light above their heads.

Who is the Gryffindor fifth year prefect?Harry tilted his head, pulled his thoughts away from the troublesome things, and recalled the list Godric gave him yesterday. It was a girl named Joanna Singer [Joanna Singer], Muggle-born, but her grades had been good. The behavior is also very standard. It seems that Professor McGonagall, oh no, the principal, likes that girl very much.But Harry really didn't pay attention to that girl, and hoped that she would be easier to get along with, and wouldn't be a girl like Hermione in the previous life.

After getting off the carriage, they met Godric, and together they entered the Great Hall, which was filled to the brim with four long college tables, with a starless, pitch-black ceiling that contrasted with the sky they could see through the tall windows. exactly the same.Candles floated above the dining table, illuminating the silver-white ghosts that dotted the auditorium—Harry instantly recalled the pair of brothers surnamed Winchester, ghost hunters he met during the summer vacation—illuminated The excited faces of the students.They were chatting cheerfully, exchanging news from the summer holidays, shouting hello to friends from other houses, examining each other's new hairstyles and new clothes.Harry noticed that whenever he walked by, people huddled together and whispered.He couldn't help sighing, he, the "Boy Who Lived" who killed Voldemort, had a summer vacation, and the attention was still very high, which was annoying.

It's annoying, thought Harry, sitting down at the table and looking at the staff bench: Professor McGonagall, now headmaster, looked uncomfortable in the headmaster's seat - the golden high-backed chair , and then there was the source of Harry's troubles these days beside her: this woman looked like someone's old unmarried aunt, short and fat, with short curly gray-brown hair, It was also tied with a big ugly pink bow that matched the fuzzy pink cardigan she wore over her gown.At this moment, she turned her face slightly, raised her tall wine glass and drank for a day, and Harry saw a pale, tomb-like face and a pair of eyes with drooping eyelids and bulging eyeballs.

Dolores Umbridge, disaster...

Yes, this is the source of Harry's annoyance. Since Dumbledore left and McGonagall became a full-time vice-principal, the Ministry of Magic thought that Hogwarts could be brought under their jurisdiction, so in the new semester they sent Ugly Mlitch was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts - Grindelwald and Dumbledore left together, this old devil who broke Voldemort's curse on the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor naturally vacated this not Another worrying post.It's totally understandable, Harry thought. In the previous life, even Dumbledore was still there, and the Ministry of Magic extended its hand, not to mention that Dumbledore was not there, only Professor McGonagall, who is actually more suitable for a professor who only teaches, is the headmaster. Woolen cloth?

Not long after, the sorting ceremony began. This year, Professor Sprout was responsible for leading the first-year students into the auditorium, holding the sorting hat and responsible for sorting classes.I saw the Sorting Hat opened its mouth and sang the annual song:

long, long ago

I still have a new hat

Witness four of the greatest wizards

built the school we live in now

because they say:

This is our responsibility

Now╩more╩more╩good╩book╩please╩visit╩ask╩╩

I've become an old hat

Watching generations of little wizards leave here

built the world we live in now

because they say:

This is our responsibility

In the past year

we work together

Evil ends in smoke

in New Year

we still have to unite

because

In the year since the evil left

hogwarts splendor

Destined to reproduce!

so kids

you are lucky

come to my hand

i will tell you

you will be in that academy

Witness the reappearance of the legend!

So the sorting hat, are you showing off your superiority?Another song that no one can understand?

But the sorting ceremony and dinner that followed almost made everyone forget about the strange song.

The students were full, and the sound of the auditorium gradually became noisy. At this moment, Professor McGonagall stood up.The talking stopped immediately, and everyone turned their faces to the new principal.

"The following are the precautions for the new semester." Professor McGonagall cleared his throat and said, "Freshmen should know that students are not allowed to enter the forbidden forest in the hunting grounds, because there are many advanced magical creatures and plants in it. Even the professors have to deal with it. Entering at will is not a so-called adventure, but taking your life as a mortgage! The administrator, Mr. Filch, asked me, and he told me that this is already the 420th time, May I remind you all that there are no spells in the corridors during lectures, and many other rules, which are listed on that long list taped to Mr. Filch's office door.

"And this year, we have a change in our teaching staff. We are delighted to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

There was polite if not enthusiastic applause in the Great Hall, and Harry glanced at Godric, who was blinking his sky-blue eyes happily.Headmaster McGonagall went on: "The selection for the House Quidditch team will be—"

She stopped talking abruptly, and looked at Professor Umbridge questioningly.Since she was not much taller when she stood up than when she was sitting, no one could understand why McGonagall suddenly stopped talking, and at this moment, Professor Umbridge cleared his throat: "Cough, cough. Only then did everyone realize that she had stood up and was about to make a speech.

Height is a flaw, isn't it?

The author has something to say: Qiao is an original character, it is not important, at most it is a little selfishness of a certain snake who wants to kiss and see all of this...

chapter134. Elizabeth Bolk

Professor McGonagall showed a surprised expression, "I'm sorry, Professor Umbridge, I think I should finish these things..."

"Thank you, Headmaster," said Professor Umbridge with a smirk, "for such a warm welcome."

Professor McGonagall was choked, but due to Umbridge's status, she had to sit back and sit down.There were small voices in the auditorium, discussing the identity and rights of this woman.But Umbridge had already begun her speech.

Her voice was high, high-pitched, breathy, like a little girl's, and Harry felt, as in his last life, a sudden and violent revulsion that he could not explain himself.All he knew was that he hated everything about this woman, from her fake voice to that fuzzy pink cardigan she wore.She coughed a few more times to clear her throat (cough, cough) and continued, "Well, I must say, it's great to be back at Hogwarts!" (Ron: "Oh, Merlin , Hogwarts can teach such a person?!")" She grinned, showing her sharp teeth, "It's great to see these happy little faces looking up at me!"

Harry looked around, and there wasn't a single happy face he saw - any normal human being would be unhappy.

"I am eager to get to know you all soon, I am sure we will become very good friends!"

——It’s scary, I don’t want to know you, okay?

After hearing this, the little animals exchanged glances with each other.Some had almost undisguised smirks. "I'll be friends with her, just don't ask me to borrow her cardigan," Parvati whispered to Lavender, and they both laughed silently.

Professor Umbridge cleared her throat again (cough, cough), but some of the breathiness in her voice was lost as she continued.Her voice was much more serious now, and her words were dry, as if they had been learned by heart--and they were.

"The Ministry of Magic has always believed that educating young wizards is a very important matter. Some of the valuable talents you are born with may be fruitless if they are not cultivated and exercised under careful and meticulous guidance. Unique to the wizarding world Ancient arts must be passed on from generation to generation, or they will be lost. The treasure trove of magical knowledge accumulated by our ancestors must be preserved, supplemented and perfected by those who are fortunate enough to practice the noble profession of education."

At this point, Professor Umbridge stopped talking and bowed slightly to the other teachers, but none of them returned the bow to her.Professor McGonagall's black eyebrows were so tightly knit together that she looked like a hawk, and Harry could see clearly when Umbridge gave another little "cough, cough" to continue her speech. During the speech, Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout exchanged a meaningful