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On Monday morning, Danica unfolded the Daily Prophet that Palather had sent, revealing a large photograph of Umbridge.She was all smiles, winking once at the people, and it read the headline: Ministry of Magic seeks education reform, Dolores Umbridge appointed first Senior Inquisitor.

Stacy came over to take a look, frowned instantly, and said with a look of disgust, "Umbridge? Is she a senior investigator?"

Danica bit her bread, kept her eyes on the newspaper, and quickly read down, "The Ministry of Magic has passed a new order, I guess they are gradually controlling Hogwarts—" She took a sip of milk, but was Choking and coughing non-stop, Stacy snatched the newspaper from her hand.

"The Daily Prophet is also controlled by the Ministry of Magic. Look what it's called? Albus Dumbledore, who was once President of the International Confederation of Magicians and Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, is no longer able to Take on the important task of managing Hogwarts, a prestigious school." Stacy looked at the words in the newspaper angrily, "Can Umbridge afford it?"

Roger patted Danica on the back for help, and she finally recovered, "Oh Roger, thank you. Stacy, please read the content of the "No.20 No. [-] Education Order"."

"The Hogwarts senior investigator has the right to review her faculty colleagues to ensure that they all meet the standards." Stacy was a little unbelievable, "Is the Ministry of Magic crazy? Hogwarts let her run wild?"

Roger looked up at the time, put down the fork in his hand, "I think we need to go to class, we'd better not be late, in case we get checked."

They entered the Charms classroom before the bell rang, found a place to sit down, chatted and laughed with the others.Suddenly the classroom fell silent, Umbridge appeared at the door, followed Professor Flitwick into the classroom.She walked to the back corner of the classroom, took out the clipboard from the gaudy bag, and got ready to look at Flitwick, waiting for the class to start.

"Look at your crow's mouth!" Stacy twisted Roger's thigh and whispered.

Roger endured the pain and smiled helplessly.

Professor Flitwick didn't pay much attention to her, just treated Umbridge as a guest and taught the class in his usual way.

Umbridge didn't say much throughout the class, just kept taking notes, and asked a few students questions in the middle, asking what kind of class is usually like.Danica suppressed the oppressive feeling in her heart and concentrated on learning the spells as much as possible.

After class, everyone left the classroom much faster than usual. Danica took a deep breath of fresh air outside and finally felt much better.But this was just the beginning. Umbridge began to appear frequently in the classes of various professors, and gradually began to interfere with the normal classroom order.For example, in the Protection of Magical Creatures class, she asked some questions aggressively, and Hagrid was a little at a loss when he was forced to ask.

But no matter how much Umbridge went too far and how everyone disliked her, no one could do anything to her. After all, she was sent by the Ministry of Magic, Fudge's people.The days were so helplessly pushed forward, and soon it was the end of September, and the day when I could go to Hogsmeade village for the first time this semester was approaching.

Danica and Fred were holed up in the Room of Requirement for the weekend, when the room was full of experimental tools, and steam was coming from the instrument tube in front of her. She carefully repaired the alchemy array under the instrument. Draw a few strokes.Fred, on the other hand, seemed much more relaxed. He was lying on a somewhat abrupt sofa, propping his head up and watching Danica doing experiments.

"What have you been working on since school started?" Fred asked her casually. "This research project has been going on for a long time."

Danica clapped her hands and said calmly, "I have to make a new Philosopher's Stone before graduation, that person asked for it." She shrugged, "It seems that he almost got Nicolas May's one before. The Philosopher's Stone, but was stopped by Harry."

The whole room fell silent for a while, and Fred's face froze. The existence of that person was like a sharp knife hanging in everyone's heart, making people fearful.

It took him a long time to speak, with a hoarse voice, "What if you can't do it? It's not that I don't believe you, I'm just worried," Fred got off the sofa, squatted beside Danica, and took her hand, "Will he punish you?"

"..." Danica looked into his eyes, hesitated for a while, and still told the truth, "Yes."

Fred sighed, and pressed her hand to his face, so that she couldn't see the frustrated and powerless expression on his face, "Promise me, Danica, protect yourself, even if...even if he asks you to do it." Some... things, don't give him a chance to let him hurt you..."

"...I sometimes wonder if meeting me is a disaster for you," Danica smiled wryly, "You shouldn't have to bear this, you should live happily and carelessly with George Every day, I seem to bring you too much trouble—”

"Then is this what you should bear?!" He roared, his voice getting louder unconsciously.

At this moment, Danica didn't want to worry about the alchemy circle, the Philosopher's Stone, etc. She left the pile of instruments behind her, stroked the face of the boy she loved, and smiled little by little. Sighing and hugging him, "Fred, you really are all my happiness."

Fred hugged her and stood up, bounced a few times, and said with a bright smile, "Of course, but I can make you happier." He nibbled Danica's ear, "Try Do you want to try?"

"Sure enough, it's only three seconds of seriousness," Danica jumped off him. "Restrain your dirty thoughts, Mr. Weasley."

The laughter repelled the heavy atmosphere, and the room of Respond to Response regained its ease.

Fred collapsed on the sofa in a crooked manner, looking at Danica who was being absorbed by the experiment again, "Hermione and Harry want to form an underground society to practice Defense Against the Dark Arts," he wrote She curled her lips, "You know, Umbridge doesn't teach anything. Are you with me, Danica? You've always been excellent in Defense Against the Dark Arts, come help us?"

Danica shook her head, "I'd rather not go, and let a Death Eater get involved?" She imagined, amused by herself, "Forget it."

Not only for this reason, but because she is busy with the completion of the seventh grade homework, the research of the Philosopher's Stone, and the meditation before going to bed, Danica has no extra time to participate in any club exercises. She has too many things to do.

Buried in piles of papers, Stacy looks forward to the day when she will be able to go to Hogsmeade.Finally, when the day came, the weather was delightfully fine, clear and breezy.

After breakfast, she took Roger on her arm and stood in the long line in front of Filch, waiting to hand him the Hogsmeade consent form signed by a parent or guardian.

At this time, Danica was standing in the common room of the tall Ravenclaw Tower, looking at the crowd as small as ants outside the window expressionlessly, holding a blank consent form in her hand.Her lips moved slightly, and a silent fire burst out from her palm, burning the black and white words clean.

After a short wind and rest, the fifth and seventh graders were engaged in intense review again. Roger was even more busy because he was busy with the Quidditch team training. He was becoming a Ravenclaw team Since his captain, he has never led his team to win the Quidditch Cup together, and this is his last chance.

After dinner on Monday, Stacy was quietly discussing with Danica that her owl letter had been opened this morning, and she suspected Hogwarts letters were being watched.The two of them were discussing quietly in a corner of the lounge, when Roger walked in from the outside, full of anger.

Angrily, he put the broomstick at his feet and sat down next to Stacy. The sofa sank in a large piece, "That nasty old woman! Disgusting Umbridge, she stopped us Quidditch practice!" After seventh grade, Roger became more mature, more and more like his father, and this time he was so angry that it surprised Stacy and Danica.

"What? Oh yes," Danica glanced at the new bulletin posted this morning on the bulletin board, "No. Organizations, associations, teams and clubs."

Stacy comforted him, "In this case, all Quidditch teams have stopped training, and everyone—"

Roger gritted his teeth and said, "No, except for Slytherin, they can continue training with Umbridge's consent, these powerful villains!" He stood up, "No, I'm going to find Discuss with Angelina and the captain of the Hufflepuff team, we also want to ask to resume training."

He ran out of the Ravenclaw common room again. Stacy and Danica looked at each other and sighed. Danica always felt that the time of this education order was a bit strange, and it might be the same as Fred mentioned before. Related to the Defense Against the Dark Arts Society.

The next day, there was light rain in the sky, and after Danica finished the History of Magic class, it became heavier and heavier, so she could only stay indoors during the break.She and Stacy hurriedly found a seat in a noisy classroom on the second floor, and Peeves happily floated in the air, making trouble on the heads of piles of chatting students.

Before he could sit down, Roger walked over through the crowd, with a big smile on his face, he picked up Stacy and spun around, shouting excitedly, "We're approved! All Houses can reorganize their Quidditch teams!"

Stacy also said happily, "That's really great!"

"Yeah," Roger put her down, "everyone went to the heads of their respective colleges, I think Professor McGonagall may have asked Dumbledore, and I also asked my father, he's pretty good- — anyway, Umbridge backed down."

The three of them squeezed out of the classroom and walked to the classroom of the transfiguration class. The window glass in the corridor was blurred by the rain.Along the way, Roger said gloatingly, "Angelina went crazy just like Wood, after getting the news that the Quidditch team could resume training, she excitedly ran out to inform the players that training would be tonight. "

Stacy was a little surprised, she looked at the pouring rain outside, "Training in this ghostly weather?"

"Yeah," Roger laughed, "good luck to them." He didn't care about the twins who might suffer tonight, and smiled gloatingly.

Danica followed behind them, her eyes were a little dazed, she was thinking about today's time plan, she had to finish all the thesis assignments that had fallen in the past two days.

After a day of classes, Danica plunges into the library, writing a paper quickly.The sky outside the window was gray, there were bursts of thunder, the rain did not diminish, and the weather was still bad.

As time passed, there were fewer and fewer people in the library, and gradually there were only a few sporadic ones left. In this cold and humid weather, everyone preferred to stay in the warm lounge.

After Danica finished writing the last paragraph of the thesis, she was ready to pack her things and go back.At this time, the coin that had been in her shirt pocket became a little hot. She quickly took out the 50p coin and looked at it. Fred didn't use this gadget to contact her very much. He preferred to show up suddenly.

She looked at the front and back of the coin, which read: Now, the eighth floor.Danica hurriedly rolled up the parchment, shrunk the books and stuffed them into her pockets, and strode out of the library to the eighth floor.

Danica had just climbed the stairs to the eighth floor when she saw Fred standing wet in front of the tapestry where the troll beat Panama, looking like a drowned rat.She just recalled what Roger said in the morning, the Gryffindor team is really working hard, and they are going to practice in this weather.

Fred wanted to meet her excitedly, took two steps towards her, his posture was a bit awkward, and he stopped again with a grin.

"What's wrong with you?" Danica asked him with some doubts.

"It's nothing," Fred said with a smile, and took out a small mirror from his pocket. "I gave it to you. I found it in Hogsmeade Village two days ago. The double-sided mirror is better than your fifty pence." Too much."

Seeing Danica taking the mirror, Fred took out another mirror and looked at it narcissistically, "If you miss me, just look in the mirror, and my handsome face will appear."

Danica looked at the mirror lighted up curiously, and Fred's face appeared in the mirror, "This is amazing!"

Fred shook, his voice was a little dull, "As long as you like it."

"What's the matter with you?" Danica put away the double-sided mirror, supported him with some worry, and was frightened by the scalding temperature on his skin, she touched his forehead again, "Why are you so hot? You have a fever Is it? Sure enough, this kind of weather training is not acceptable."

Fred couldn't help leaning on her shoulder, and said with a weak smile, "I'm not so fragile...George and I don't want to train, and we ate fever candy to avoid flying, as if we were a bit self-inflicted."

His full weight was on Danica's body, and she held on. "When will the effect wear off?"

"Um...you can't tell, sometimes it will be two hours, sometimes it will be longer," Fred exhaled hot, and even hit the exposed skin of Danica's neck with some heat , "And there are some side effects, and we haven't figured out a way to eliminate them."

He deliberately leaned close to Danica's neck, and said in a painful voice, "There will be some big pustules in some awkward places, some parts that we usually don't show to the public. After riding a broom for more than an hour, my A few may be broken..."

Danica's ears were red at first, and then the red spread to her face.Fred didn't want to let her go, and begged softly, with a touch of ambiguity, "Give me some medicine?"

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