[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

It's not that Harry didn't think about telling Ron and Hermione what happened in Umbridge's office, but he didn't want his friends to worry about him, and...he didn't know how to open it, as if he was complaining to them.

The fact that Voldemort was resurrected was true. Although Harry would not go around shouting loudly, he felt that he couldn't stand Umbridge talking nonsense in front of his face, while he watched with his own eyes, and dared not say anything.

He'd let Umbridge know that even if she fined him for a year to write "I Can't Tell Lies," it wouldn't cover up what was really happening outside.

And Umbridge hasn't spoken to Harry much since that first night, but the joyful smile on her face tells Harry clearly that she's not happy about letting him cut the back of his hand over and over again. What a look forward to and enjoyment.

If Harry hadn't checked the Marauder's Map on purpose and saw that the name displayed on it was indeed Dolores Jane Umbridge, he would have suspected that this was another Death Eater posing as a Ministry of Magic official.

Punish students like this and have fun with it... Not even Snape, who students feared the most, did not use such perverted methods.

Harry woke up early on Friday morning, stretched comfortably, and was happy to think that he would finally not have to go to Umbridge's detention tonight.

The first rays of morning sunlight were already slanting down on Gryffindor's tower, and an owl flew past the window with a newspaper in its beak, and Harry grinned, thinking it was going to be a great day.

He excitedly pushed Ron awake, ignored Ron's mumbling complaints, and dragged him downstairs for breakfast.

In the Gryffindor common room, they saw Hermione happily looking around the sofa cushions and the trash can by the fire.

Harry looked back at Ron in surprise, Ron raised his eyebrows at him, and whispered, "House-elf."

Harry knew that Hermione had been knitting the house-elves for the last few days, and it looked like she had finally finished yesterday.

"Good morning!" Hermione said excitedly to them. "They've all been taken away! I put eleven hats here last night, and it looks like eleven house-elfs have been freed!"

Harry and Ron ignored it.

Hermione walked ahead humming, and Ron approached Harry and whispered, "I suspect the house-elf couldn't tell that the things she wove were called hats, and they might have thrown them away as trash."

When the owl came, Harry was spreading jam on the bread, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a brown owl landed next to Hermione's plate, stretching out its legs gracefully.

Hermione took a copy of the Daily Prophet from it and paid it two Knuts.

"What did you order that for?" Harry asked.

Hermione didn't like to read the Daily Prophet, she had said angrily that the articles in it were rubbish.Could it be that Voldemort has a new move?Harry stopped nervously and moved closer.

"Oh no," Hermione noticed his expression and giggled, "I just wanted to check that Rita Skeeter didn't break her promise." Troubled reporter Rita Skeeter, who gives her a hard time.

Harry gave a comprehensible "oh", and continued to scan the newspaper, wanting to see if there was any news of anyone being injured or killed, but all he could see was the marriage of the lead singer of the Weird Sisters, and the big discounts at Mrs. Malkin's robe shop. .

Voldemort had been resurrected for more than two months, and Harry couldn't believe that he would stay dormant forever.The worst thing is that the Ministry of Magic has blocked information, and people have no defense against danger. If Voldemort wants to make trouble quietly, there is nothing they can do.

"Harry," Hermione said quietly, knowing what he was looking for, "there won't be any important news here. If you want to see the latest current events, you might as well read more "The Quibbler."

"The Quibbler?" Harry suspected Hermione was joking, "Isn't that..."

He glanced at the long Ravenclaw table. Luna was sitting alone at the table, with a few empty seats left and right, her hands waving around her head, as if chasing away some invisible mosquitoes.

Ron heard what they were talking about, and leaned over and whispered, "I remember that "The Quibbler" contains some very... weird arguments, such as gadflies and curved-horned snoring beasts."

"Oh, that was in the past, recently they published several articles criticizing the current situation," Hermione shook her head, took a sip of pumpkin juice, "I really shouldn't have said that about The Quibbler and its editor-in-chief before. "

Hermione clapped her hands as if suddenly thinking of something, "Harry, let's contribute to The Quibbler!"

"What?" said Ron, amused. "You want to write a manuscript?"

"No, we can have Rita Skeeter! Have her do an exclusive interview with Harry!"

Harry looked at Hermione in disbelief, hadn't she had enough of last year's interview?

"Oh Harry, have you forgotten?" Hermione sighed impatiently as if she knew what he was thinking, "We now have Rita in our hands, and she can't mess around irresponsibly like last year." wrote!"

"But even so," Harry said strangely, "why do you have to interview me exclusively?"

"Only you saw the mysterious man come back with your own eyes! You have the responsibility to remind the public! Since we can do it, why don't we try?"

Looking at Hermione's serious expression, Harry suddenly found it difficult to say anything against it.

But getting published in The Quibbler had to go through Luna.Thinking of Luna's crazy and weird behavior and what she said about Snape on the Hogwarts Express, Harry didn't want to face it.

"Uh... Let's talk about it in a few days. What class do you have this morning?" He hurriedly changed the subject.

Hermione took out her timetable, slid her finger to the Friday column, and said disappointedly: "Two History of Magic lessons, and... oh shit," she said in an even more disappointed tone, "And one Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. "

Harry and Ron were instantly dejected.

Professor Binns, who teaches the history of magic, is a ghost. He never knows what "vividness" is. His dry voice can always make the whole class fall into a drowsy state within 5 minutes. Only Hermione can barely hold on. , but it was just mechanically copying the blackboard for the exam; not to mention the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, so far Umbridge had never allowed them to draw out their wands.

"I'm already thinking of skipping class," said Ron, yawning.

Harry felt the same way, but he was more curious about why Ron didn't get enough sleep every day.

"Bring the Daily Prophet," Ron snorted, taking the newspaper she wanted to throw away from Hermione's hand, "you can use it as a cushion when you sleep on your stomach."

Hermione rolled her eyes fiercely at the ceiling, but finally let him take it.