[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

During the first week of school, the Hogwarts students' dislike for Umbridge had deepened several layers, from just hating the way the man displayed to hating everything about the man.

"We've never had such a bad Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," said George in shock. "Listen to what she's saying, put away your wands—what the hell are we learning in this class? How to deal with danger The black magic of the book, or how to spell the first chapter of the textbook?"

"We should have noticed it when we got the textbook she ordered us to buy." Fred frowned, and picked up the corner of his textbook with two fingers, his face full of disgust, "Can you imagine Is it? Our Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook is the same book for all of us - I mean, our fourth grade textbook is the same as Percy's sixth grade textbook, and it's the same as Ron's second grade textbook, Kim Ni's first-grade textbook is also this book—look what rubbish is written in this book! For such a thick book, the preface and the Ministry of Magic's views on the dark arts alone account for one-third of the thickness. Are we buying a speech from an unknown Ministry of Magic official?"

"This book is really poor," said Hermione, frowning. This was the first time she had said anything bad about a book, and everyone was staring at her in amazement.

"Isn't it?" She looked at everyone and asked back, opened the table of contents, and compared the contents of the table of contents, "All seven grades use the same book, and the space for each grade to learn is pitifully small. I looked at what we are going to learn this school year, and it only takes up 32 pages in this textbook, while my first grade Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook has 110 pages. This course should correspond to Transfiguration, Transfiguration The textbooks are changed every year, last year there were 97 pages for the first graders, and this year there are 120 pages for the second graders, so it can be inferred that our textbooks for this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class should have..."

Well, we know what you mean, these specific figures are unnecessary, Hermione.Everyone hurriedly stopped her from continuing to express her opinions on the pages of the textbook, and looked at each other in the Gryffindor common room, feeling helpless and puzzled.

"Why does such a person have to come to be a professor?" Ron asked in bewilderment, "Hasn't she already been the deputy minister in the Ministry of Magic, and the Hogwarts professor's resume will help her go further ?”

"If there is, then I hope not." Neville shuddered and said some nonsense, and they both sighed in unison, feeling that this year was visibly gloomy.

"Thinking about it, maybe she won't work for less than a year?" Fred said hopefully, "For example, Professor Quirrell, he only taught us for less than a month. You said Umbridge can be so fast?" Just leave? I think hope is always great, but unfortunately the basilisk has been killed by Harry, otherwise we might still have hope now."

"No matter who Umbridge is, we shouldn't expect her to be murdered, Fred," said Hermione reproachfully, giving Fred a funny look at her. Emoji, open your hands.His brother George noticed the name in his words and looked around belatedly.

"Speaking of Harry, what about the others?" George asked Ron. "He wasn't there when the crowd gathered to discuss Umbridge. It's rare that our savior looks a bit out of place."

"Oh, of course he can't sit here and complain about Umbridge with us." Ron said, and Hermione looked at each other with a slightly strange expression on his face, "He was called to the office by Umri, saying he wanted to Talk to him."

"And Dorothy and Isaac," Hermione added. "We happened to meet Dorothy on our way back to the common room, and Harry went there with her."

"Oh, these three people." George rubbed his chin and asked his brother, "Is there a possibility that Professor Umbridge is allergic to Professor Smith or something, so even his children and his nephew are called In the past to chat?"

"My God, then the next one might be all of us." Fred showed an exaggerated expression of fear, and said in a drawn out voice, "We stayed at Professor Smith's house for more than a week during the summer vacation—"

Everyone laughed when they heard it, and obviously felt that there was no such possibility.But when they finished the Tucao meeting and each dispersed to do their own things, Ron took the quill and stared at his homework for a while. When he suddenly came back to his senses, he was surprised to find that Hermione didn't move a word either. Staring at his own parchment lost in thought.

"What's the matter, Hermione?" he asked incredulously. "Are you working on your thesis in your head? I'm guessing you've been thinking about it at least ten feet."

"Don't be stupid, Ron, of course not." Hermione came back to her senses, gave him an annoyed look, moved closer to him, and lowered her voice.

"What do you think Harry has in common with Dorothy and Isaac? Have Professor Umbridge look for all three of them at the same time."

"They're all related to Professor Smith?" Ron repeated parrotingly, and Hermione shook her head slowly.

"Of course this answer isn't wrong, but I guess it's not necessarily correct." Hermione and him put their heads together, and the two of them huddled in a corner. Hermione looked at him closely and lowered her voice.

"All three of them had direct contact with You-Know-Who last semester," she said, her eyes burning. "Professor Umbridge is not only a professor in the school, she is also the Deputy Minister of Magic. Come to think of it, a whole vacation , "The Daily Prophet" published more than 40 copies, and none of them wrote about the topic related to the mysterious person! The release of related topics must have been restricted, and even our school newspaper only vaguely mentioned a sentence, That's the only report we've seen of the You-Know-Who."

Ron opened his mouth, then frowned.

"It would be bad for Umbridge to call them over," he said, moving his body a little uncomfortably. "If she doesn't want to admit that the mysterious man appeared in school last term, then Harry and the others are in front of her." It's just three little liars."

"Three little liars," said Umbridge coquettishly, giggling, pouring each of them a cup of tea, and winking at them with what he thought was blithe and playful, "as part of your Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Professor, of course I have heard that the three of you have advertised everywhere in the school that you saw a mysterious person last semester. The three little liars who are used to accepting other people's pursuit of eyes jointly made up lies, right? I have to say, It's a little bit too much, children, but it's understandable, you live in the Smith family, Professor Smith is indeed a famous person... I think his desire for fame and fortune has accurately infected his children, always like this."

She raised her hand to cover her lips, and smiled again, her voice was so thin that all three of them frowned.

"We didn't lie." Harry couldn't help but said, frowning, "The body of the basilisk is still in the secret room. If you don't believe me, why don't you go and see for yourself, Professor? Professor Quirrell died of a snake Strange biting, Ghost Myrtle was once petrified by the basilisk, she is still living in the abandoned toilet in that bathroom, if you don’t believe me, you can ask her.”

Umbridge's face contorted for a moment. Obviously, she knew about it, but she didn't want to admit it, and of course she had no interest in confirming it.

"Switching concepts again, cute little liar." She smiled again, and shook her finger calmly at him, "I didn't say that horrible creatures like basilisks don't exist, in fact, I I think this is also a hidden danger that has existed in Hogwarts for a long time. Principal Dumbledore failed to solve it before it hurt people, and it even caused the death of a professor. I think this is a great dereliction of duty. The Ministry of Magic will consider..."

"It's not Headmaster Dumbledore's fault," Harry said loudly. "The Basilisk needs Parseltongue to drive it. Headmaster Dumbledore doesn't speak Parseltongue. He couldn't hear Voldemort commanding the Basilisk—"

"The snake was obviously violent and wounded because it had no owner and was out of control, there is no doubt." Umbridge didn't listen to him, and said to himself, "It's a tragedy, you are trying to absolve Dumbledore , I actually came up with a way to add a mysterious person to the incident. I have to say that it is a very good idea for students, and some students do believe it. It’s just that adults are more judgmental, and everyone can see through it easily. It is only out of kindness that you do not expose your lies..."

"We didn't lie." Harry frowned, and was about to continue talking when Dorothy held his hand under the table and signaled him not to confront the professor with her eyes.

She looked at Umbridge herself, and smiled.

"What are you trying to do, Professor?" she asked lightly. "Warning us not to keep lying? Or asking us to publish an apology? You think we're spreading panic, don't you?" Where did you hear about it? We never make a fuss about it, so you're talking to us now about something that's been rumored?"

The sweet smile on Umbridge's face disappeared, and he looked a little gloomy.She looked at Dorothy, her lips moved, but she didn't say anything for a while, and was briefly stopped by her question.

Isaac hadn't spoken since he came in. After Umbridge served the tea, he began to concentrate on drinking the tea.After drinking the tea now, he put down the teacup, and finally said a word after entering the office.

"I think you need to be aware that none of us are over 13 this year, Professor." He said calmly, "No matter who you look at, you are still children, and what you say has no effect. So why don't you go Talk to our guardian about everything you want? My dad shouldn't be hard to find, he even comes to Hogwarts once a week, if you want to ask us to do something, you can talk to him and let him be the guardian Come and tell us, I think this process makes more sense."

Umbridge's eyes flicked over the three of them one by one. Isaac ignored her and was the first to stand up.

"Then let's go first, Professor." He said, "You left a twenty-inch paper, and we haven't had time to write a single word. In order to hand in the homework smoothly, we are going to the library to find materials .By the way, is the citation of the textbook content allowed? I think many of the words in it are suitable for citation into the paper, and only this book is the most clear and complete."

With Umbridge's stiff face, they left the office. Harry exhaled heavily, surprised to find that this place is so unbearable now. It was his second favorite office last semester, and the first It was his uncle's room.

But it was nice to be able to get out of it, and they seemed to be able to copy the original sentences from the textbook, which made the twenty-inch paper less scary.Harry's mood improved a lot, and he walked briskly forward, but Dorothy stopped suddenly.

"Look," she whispered, her face changing slightly.

She stopped in front of the school's notice board, and Harry turned his head to take a closer look, and his expression changed immediately.

A new notice was pasted on it, which read "Notice of Hogwarts School Newspaper Reorganization".

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