[hp] Mr. Lion and Miss Griffin

Defense Against the Dark Arts class was not pleasant at all.

"Students, good afternoon!" She said after the whole class sat down.Several classmates muttered "good afternoon" in reply. "Tsk, tut," said Professor Umbridge, "that's not okay, is it? I want you to answer like this: 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' Please do it again. Good afternoon, students!" Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge." They replied in unison, and Aurora turned green.

"I noticed that the two ladies didn't speak?" She walked up to us and looked at us. "What is the reason?"

"Perhaps you should ask Minister Fudge?" Aurora laughed. "What does that mean?" Umbridge still looked at her with a smile, his eyes were full of coldness.

"It means, I think you know me. I'm Aurora Baker. Otherwise, you wouldn't have seen me so many times yesterday, right?" Aurora approached her and whispered to her, "Before Fudge sent you, Didn't tell you, do you want to have a good relationship with me?"

Umbridge could barely hold back a smile, and it looked like Fudge had indeed told her something.Seeing that she couldn't move Aurora, she cast her eyes on me, "You know if she doesn't like you, I won't like you, right? Professor Umbridge?" Aurora spoke again, which means she has a backer feeling? !I love Aurora.

I looked up into the eyes of Professor Umbridge: "Evelyn McGonagall. I look forward to your guidance." Aurora doesn't like her, so I keep her at arm's length, but neither of us intends to target her, nor will we deliberately Stir up something.

She returned to the podium a little stiffly, pretending nothing happened.Professor Umbridge opened her handbag, pulled out a surprisingly short wand, and tapped hard on the blackboard. Two lines of words appeared on the blackboard immediately: Defense Against the Dark Arts returns to basic principles.Her way of teaching this class is to read the textbook.

incredible.

Even Lockhart would do sitcoms for us.

Fortunately, we were able to get out of class, and everyone couldn't wait to go to the auditorium, hoping that the delicious food can save the spirit of being tormented.

"I've heard Mr. Ollivander say that unusually short wands are usually chosen for wizards with a lack of character, not wizards who are undersized."

"She obviously has both, doesn't she?" Aurora looked at Professor Umbridge with an indifferent look that seemed familiar to me, and looking into her eyes I realized I'd seen that in Sirius before. This expression is a kind of indifference and indifference engraved in his bones.

At this moment, we heard something behind us.

"Oh, shut up, you two," Harry said irritably.Both Hermione and Ron froze, looking angry and aggrieved. "Can't you stop for a while?" said Harry. "It's driving me nuts with all the fighting and fighting." With that, he threw down his mince and mash pie and put his schoolbag He swung his shoulders and walked away, leaving the two of them sitting there in a daze.

"Mr. Savior seems to be very irritable this year?" Aurora approached me, "He was not like this before, puberty?"

"He'd better be..." I looked up at Harry's back, "We can't afford any other reason than that, you know what I mean." Aurora also frowned upon hearing that.

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I thought the worst thing Umbridge did was try to treat us like five year olds sitting in class reading useless textbooks.

After so many outrageous professors, the idea of ​​her being incompetent is totally out of our sight, Ravenclaw seniors help the juniors learn what they have learned in the last year, fake Moody is not a good person though But he clearly taught something.The seventh-grade students were also trying to find ways to get some help about the NEWTs exam they were about to face from the seniors who had graduated.Everything is in order.

But then I know I was wrong.

I ran into Harry coming out of Umbridge's office after a night watch.He was carrying the schoolbag with his left hand, and the sleeve of his right hand was rolled up to his elbow. I vaguely saw a little red on his forearm.

"Harry?" He hid his hands behind his back suddenly when he saw me, but it was more deliberate.

"You know I've seen it, don't you?"

He stretched out his hand to me helplessly, and I leaned closer to look at it carefully.

"I...can't... lie? This isn't your new tattoo, is it? Tell me, what's going on?" And then Harry told me the whole story.

"How dare she?!" I was shocked and asked the students to use their own blood to copy the sentences?Not even the last Death Eater professor did this!This is no longer incompetent, this is vicious at all!She was punishing the students with black magic items, which obviously exceeded my expectations.

"Come on, we've got to deal with this now." I tried to take him into the hospital wing, but he was clearly resisting.

"Okay, wait for me in the next classroom, I'll be there in a while, don't get caught, okay?" He nodded.

After a while, I appeared in front of Harry again.

"Try this, Mortra rat juice, it has an analgesic effect, we should have used white fresh, it can cure you, but since you don't want to go to the medical wing, we have to use other methods first." I took a cotton swab and wiped his wound carefully. "How long is your confinement?"

"Tomorrow is the last day."

"Obviously, she doesn't want to see the healing wound, right? Hold on when you're in confinement tomorrow, and I'll bring you Bai Xian. By the way, how is your scar? Does it still hurt?" I pretended Ask casually.

"Occasionally." I nodded and sent him back to the Gryffindor lounge. "Control your temper, little boy, sometimes the world just doesn't make sense, and maybe you're right, but the really evil people don't want to reason with you. They just want you to struggle in pain, in anger Mistake." He nodded at me and ducked into the tunnel.

"Can I not tell Professor McGonagall about this?" He asked me, I was a little surprised, but I still nodded at him.

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We had reservations for the Quidditch pitch on Saturday, but Gryffindors were ahead of us, so we had to wait behind them.

But when we got to the playground there was another group of people.It was the Slytherin Quidditch team and some motley followers who gathered in the middle of the empty grandstand, their voices echoing loudly around the stadium.

Aurora rolled her eyes hard at this.

"Hey, Johnson, what's the matter with that hairstyle of yours?" Pansy Parkinson asked shrillly from below. "Why would anyone want to look like they have earthworms coming out of their heads?"

"Then what about you? Why don't you clean up your face, you look like a poodle with fried hair now - the aging kind." Aurora is no less mean than me!

Parkinson was about to yell, but when he saw the person coming, he closed his mouth again and shrank behind Malfoy.

"Either get out of the way, or I'll beat you up and make you get out of the way." She stared at Malfoy, and Malfoy also stared at her fiercely, and after a long while, she finally lost her temper.

We were sitting in the stands, watching Gryffindors practice in a scene we wouldn't have seen if Oliver had been there.

"Their keeper is Ron? Well..." I just found out. "It's not good, is it. We can do without any batsmen and chasers, and you will miss their goals by yourself." Aurora is quite direct, and I can't refute her.Because it is true.After my opponent changed from Oliver to Ron... hmmm.

Anyway, from George to Fred to Angelina, they were all full of despair.

But after a while their training was over, because Katie was having a constant nosebleed, and she was hit in the face by Ron at first, but it obviously got worse after eating something Fred gave, She seemed to have come out of some crime scene.They quickly carried Katie into the castle.

It's terrible, I hope they can make the product complete and then use it.

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I have been busy recently, and I have less time to write articles, so I have a little less time to let my manuscripts ferment (T_T)