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After the first event was over, they left the eighth floor and scattered around.

Yet in the end they all come together—attracted by the news of an explosion.

The crowd kept growing, three floors inside and three floors outside, surrounding the door of Umbridge's office—it is said that there was an explosion inside—attracting the Hogwarts house-elves, and then they went to invite Madam Pomfrey , the students present spread the news crazily, and within ten minutes, the students who rushed to watch the excitement occupied the corridor at the entrance of the office.

They can't see what's going on in the office, but they can use their imaginations to describe things that might happen, and tell them as if they are real-even they imagined a bizarre pink frog murder out of thin air. The cases were analyzed one by one, causing controversy, just like the ripples of a stone thrown into the water expanded circle by circle.The rare stagnant campus has regained its vitality.

It can only be said that the pink frog is very powerful - who made her a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic, and she also used black magic to punish her, so who is so brave to kill her?

"Give way, children." Dumbledore, who came over, gave himself a loud voice.

The noisy students fell silent for a moment. They squeezed and squeezed, almost hanging on the neighboring students, and separated a one-person passage for their headmaster to enter the source of the incident - Umbridge's office.

"There was no murder, and no one died." After Dumbledore met Madam Pomfrey's nod, he immediately turned around and clarified the matter.

Then he walked into a messy office full of shards of glass.

"What the hell happened?" Dumbledore looked at Umbridge, who was furious in his office an hour ago, and finally broke up and shouted that he would convey the request to the Minister of Magic to change the Headmaster—oh , is Umbridge wrapped in bandages like a mummy-her limbs are still trembling, as if frightened, and the bandages on her face have vacated her lizard-like eyes. An innocent accident that suits her favorite pink.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows at his discovery, hoping that his school doctor, who was able to do more work, would be able to clear up his doubts.

"She had a stroke, and she couldn't control her body and was caught by a chair, so the chandelier from the ceiling fell on her head, and the blood clot in her brain was slightly normalized by the bleeding, but she got up and didn't go out. Instead of looking for me, I went to her locker. I didn't know what she was going to take, but the locker fell on her leg, and she stretched out her wand to call something. The flying spell only worked halfway, making the thing Something collided with a magic item, which caused a small explosion. That's what it looks like now." Madam Pomfrey's analysis was thorough, and it seemed to be quite the same thing.

"Bobby, your deduction is quite wonderful - I have read a lot of mystery novels recently." Dumbledore winked at her playfully.

"Hey, the "Retired Auror Pineapple" series is a good pastime." Madam Pomfrey coughed, she really loves mystery novels.

"But this can't explain the strong atmosphere of black magic here." Dumbledore shook his head.

"You should have heard that Umbridge used confinement to use black magic on students!" Madam Pomfrey said loudly, pointing her finger around, "As for her sneaky use of black magic, these are naturally her I did it myself!"

Dumbledore nodded noncommittally, "This can also be explained." He stepped on the debris and walked towards the desk that was not blown apart, but the lock of its drawer was broken, and Dumbledore opened it with a slight pull A drawer, containing well-preserved and neatly stacked correspondence between Umbridge and the minister, and a diary with a pink cover and lace trim.

Dumbledore glanced at it casually, his face sank, and stuffed all the letters into his pocket.

"I found evidence of Umbridge's use of dark magic - she wrote it all in her diary." Dumbledore shook the diary in his hand at Pomfrey.

"What's the status of our Ministry of Magic correspondents now?" he asked.

"She was seriously injured, but the most serious thing was her brain. Due to repeated misfortunes, the blood vessels in her brain were full of blood clots. If she was not careful, she should go to see Merlin. So, we have to wait for her As the situation settles down, I recommend that St. Mungo's be notified so they can send a therapist to pick him up," Madam Pomfrey said.

"Good idea, our Ministry of Magic's commissioner should indeed be surrounded by a few people, maybe she needs a VIP hospital bed." Dumbledore said humorously, he went to the unaffected fireplace and sprinkled a handful of Floo powder St. Mungo's was notified.

Soon St. Mungo sent a therapist to pick up the stupid Umbridge, and prepared to give her special treatment to remove her blood clots one by one.

The explosion also caused her skin to fester. After the treatment, her attending therapist gave her brain damage for life, and she was paralyzed in bed for life. The skin exposed to the explosion could not heal itself and could only use potions. And this will cause her skin all over her body to become bumpy - this time she will become a dick without plastic surgery.

The Ministry of Magic also sent people to hold the headmaster accountable, but after seeing the evidence that Dumbledore presented, they all ran back to the Ministry of Magic in despair.

Maybe—no, no maybe, in two days the Minister for Magic will be stepping down.

The next day's "Daily Prophet" headlined the scandal of Minister Fudge, from rigging the election to reaching out to the school, and the dispatched commissioner was a lunatic who used black magic to punish students and loved to keep a diary. Minister and Umri Qi's correspondence revealed an extraordinary relationship between them that transcended subordinates.

And it also led to the news of ministerial corruption.

It's really a big show of the year.

When the students saw this, they couldn't help but focus on the young master with light blond hair on the long Slytherin table. The person who bribed the minister was his father.

"Then Professor Trelawney is saved." Harry raised the corners of his mouth, he really felt that the air was much fresher after the pink frog left.

"It's not just her, it's us," Ron corrected. "The good news is that Hogsmeade Week isn't going to be cancelled!" As if glowing.

"Principal Dumbledore will find us a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, so will our DA continue?" Hermione sighed, and she was probably the only one among these people who was thinking about the future instead of immediate gratification kind of.

"It can't be worse than Umbridge!" Ron muttered.

"Of course the DA will continue. This does not conflict with the new professor, and we need time to get used to his courses when the new professor comes. OWLs are getting closer and closer, and self-study will definitely help us." Harry replied the last sentence.

"That's good." Hermione exhaled.

"One more good news." Ron suddenly thought of something and smiled like an otter basking in the sun. His two friends looked over, "Dude, your suspension is over, Umbridge is gone, you can Back to playing Quidditch!"

This is really great news!Only now did Harry feel the joy of celebrating Umbridge's disappearance.

Soon Angelina came to inform Harry to attend the morning training camp. Harry's eyes lit up, and he waved to his friend and went to the Quidditch field that he hadn't set foot in for more than two months.

Harry, who hadn't played Quidditch for a long time, had a hearty practice match. After the end, he didn't even have time to change his team uniform, and hurried to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor.

"Prince, great that you're here!" Harry was overjoyed to find his buddy waiting for him in their room.

Snape looked up when he heard the door open, and he saw Harry approaching him in his Quidditch uniform, sweat dripping from his hair, his body steaming, This is a great heat source that can instantly turn icicles into gentle water.

"I thought you should go take a shower." Snape said slowly, he watched the hot Harry unbutton his collar, revealing the same wet collarbone, he was too thin, snow-white Skin sticks to bone.

But in Snape's eyes, he had only one impression - sexy as hell.Even ghosts can feel his heat.His throat rolls, but the calm color of his pearly white can only make people feel the coldness of winter, and just look at it to cool down.

If Harry hugged him right now, he'd just fall into the arms of a cold mist.

Maybe he really needs this.

"Can't wash here? I don't want to go to the public bathroom." Harry asked.In fact, he wasn't that particular at first, but for some reason recently he just wanted to be with Prince. He also wanted to see his friends as soon as he finished Quidditch practice.

Maybe it's because Prince is so lonely, he has only one friend, if he doesn't remember him, then wouldn't Prince stay here alone? — No, he couldn't let that happen!

"Okay." Snape sighed.

So this room has an extra bathtub placed in the corner - the Room of Requirement is a bit of a criticism, it can only generate a room, and it cannot be a room within a room, so all the things you want can only be piled up in this room.

Of course, they were boys, and Snape was more of a ghost.

So Harry, who was undressing and showering, didn't even care, he quickly took off his uniform jacket, then the uniform inside, the thin sweater, and finally the trousers.

Snape wasn't in the mood to turn the pages of the book anymore, he stared intently at the beauty of undressing.

"Do you need me to fill the water for you?" Snape asked suddenly, he walked over without waiting for Harry to nod, used the wandless magic, and poured him bath bubbles, looked back at Harry closely, and then Bubbles began to form in the bathtub, and these colorful and transparent bubbles floated up and overflowed the bathtub.

"Ah, thank you!" Harry smiled at Prince, unaware of the hot eyes, he stepped into the bathtub with a splash of water accumulated on the tiles with the overflowing bubbles, and the bubbles The attachments were removed, covering this rosy ketone body.

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The little professor has good eyesight