hp Ouroboros

The peaceful days passed for about two or three weeks. One morning, Sylvia and Camille sat in the small dining room of the Slytherin Manor to have breakfast—three times a week, because Camille persisted from the second grade to the present. 'Plan to beat Syl all over the ground' (of course, it has never been successful once), they will return to Slytherin Manor at night to use the multi-terrain fighting arena in the manor's magic tower, occasionally fighting , There are some small sparks between the wife and wife, breaking into the Slytherin master bedroom and so on, it also happens from time to time.

"Here! Your stupid daily." Camille threw today's "Daily Prophet" that she just got from the elf housekeeper to Sylvia.

Sylvia didn't reach out to pick it up, she let the newspaper fly out of nowhere in front of her and spread it out, rubbing her lower back with both hands, and glared at Camille complainingly, "Tell you I'm tired, you continue !low back pain *blocked keyword*!"

Camille's hand that was forking the meal bag in front of her paused in mid-air guiltyly, as if recalling yesterday's irrational behavior, she scratched her face in embarrassment, and said awkwardly: "Oh...sorry... "

"Hmph! Next time you do this again, I'll just cast my magic power and throw you out!"

"You've said this sentence five times, don't you enjoy yourself..." Camille muttered vaguely, biting the meal bag.

"What did you say?"

With a big mouthful of bread in her mouth, Camille quickly shook her head with her mouth full. In order to divert Sylvia's attention, she waved the silver fork in her hand and pointed at the newspaper floating in front of Sylvia. After shifting her eyes to the newspaper and giving up pursuing the topic of 'lower back pain', Camille decided not to call this newspaper stupid again—a newspaper that can resolve family disputes is a good newspaper!

Unexpectedly, Sylvia's expression became more and more weird as she read the newspaper, and she didn't even rub her waist with her hands, as if she was reading some strange story, and the more she read, the more focused she became.

"What's wrong?" Camille asked.

Sylvia glanced again, read the last few lines, and then directly threw the newspaper to Camille who was sitting opposite.

Unfold the newspaper, there is no need for Camille to find it, there is a huge photo of Dolores Umbridge on the first page, she is full of fake smiles, blinking at Camille .Camille took a sharp breath, covered the horrible, appetizing photo with the silver plate on the table, and then looked down.

Headline: The Ministry of Magic Seeks Educational Reform!Dolores Umbridge has been named the first High Inquisitor!

"Senior investigator? What is this?"

"Hmm, look down." Sylvia made an inexplicable voice, looking like she was watching a good show.

"The Ministry of Magic has passed new laws giving it unprecedented control over Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...'For some time the Minister has been increasingly disturbed by the state of affairs at Hogwarts.' Assistant Minister Percy Weasley said he acted after listening to concerns from parents who felt the school seemed to be heading in a direction they strongly disapproved of..."

"Is this Percy Weasley the Weasley we know?" Camille asked in surprise.

"Yes, Percy of the Weasleys, their strange third son."

"I only heard that he didn't get along well with his family, but I didn't expect it to be such a 'no deal'...whose thighs are not good enough to hug Fudge?! This is because the head of the school is broken?!"

"I don't care about the Weasley family's affairs at all, I just feel that this Umbridge...seems to be trying to fight me a little bit!" Sylvia bought herself a cup of black tea, "Not long ago hinted at the warning She doesn't want to physically punish Potter in an improper way, it hasn't been long before this move comes, the supervisory authority... tsk tsk, there's a lot of room for it to work..."

At the same time, in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, Harry and Hermione also came together to express their dissenting views on this astonishing newspaper.

"On August 8 not long ago, the "No.30 Education Order No. 20" was passed to ensure that if the current principal cannot provide a candidate for a certain teaching post, the Ministry of Magic will recommend a suitable candidate. Dolores That's how Umbridge was appointed teacher at Hogwarts. Weasley said last night, 'Dumbledore couldn't find anyone and the Minister appointed Umbridge, and needless to say, she grew up immediately. Succeeded...'"

Hermione's newspaper reading was interrupted by a wide-eyed Harry, "What did she do right away?!" Harry exclaimed in disbelief.

"Wait, it's not over yet." Hermione continued to read the rest with a straight face, "Now we finally know how we got Umbridge! Fudge forced her to send her through this 'education order' Here we are! Now Fudge is giving her the power to check other teachers!" Hermione breathed heavily, her eyes sparkling, "I can't believe it. This is outrageous!"

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Umbridge's 'Supervision' made its first appearance during Sylvia and Camille's Charms lesson before lunch.

"It seems better than I thought?" Camille threw himself and Sylvia's backpack onto his back at once, walked half a step behind Sylvia, and walked towards the auditorium with her. "It's just an extra ball of bright pink conspicuous thing in the corner."

"Professor Flitwick's grades will not be low. He is not only a well-known veteran spell master, but also has decades of teaching experience. When Professor Flitwick started teaching, Umbridge didn't even know that he started school. Are you done!" Sylvia shrugged, and she personally had no objection to Professor Flitwick's teaching.

Walking into the auditorium, the Weasley twins, who disappeared as soon as the bell rang, nestled together with Hermione and Harry. Sylvia and Camille walked over, just in time to hear Hermione asking Umbridge things.

"It's not too bad. Umbridge just huddled in the corner, taking notes on the clipboard. You know Flitwick's temper. He treated Umbridge as a guest and didn't seem to let it go at all." In mind. Umbridge didn't say much. Asked Arya a few questions about what the class was like and Arya replied that the class was very good, that's all," said Fred, and George The opinion was the same as Sylvia's, except that he was judging from the fact that Professor Flitwick always tried to make everyone pass the exam.

"Whose class do you have this afternoon?" Fred asked Harry.

"Trelawney..."

"Ah... I think she's a bit troublesome." Sylvia clicked her tongue twice, and sat down opposite Harry and the others.

Camille brought herself a large plate of steak and kidney pies, handed Sylvia her salmon salad, and said after swallowing the pies in her mouth: "I'm looking forward to seeing Umbridge go to Professor Snape." Or what will happen in Professor McGonagall's class." Her words caused a lot of laughter from everyone present, and no one thought Umbridge could be in the class of two of the most strict and strict professors at Hogwarts. It's a good deal.

However, after today's class ended, early the next morning, there was no news about Umbridge's 'inspection accident', but Angelina, who rushed to Harry and yelled angrily at him, was almost about to Let the whole school know that Potter is in detention again.

Angelina's roar even alarmed Professor McGonagall, "Miss Johnson, how dare you make such a big noise in the auditorium! Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor!"

"But the professor! He's got himself locked up again...our Quidditch..."

"What's the matter, Potter?" Professor McGonagall turned to Harry and asked sternly. "Resolution? Who put you in confinement?"

"Professor Umbridge," Harry whispered.

In fact, Harry doesn’t need to say it, Sylvia and Camille sitting across from him can probably know who is in confinement when they hear the word “confinement”—Harry seems to be more committed to this pink Toad's battle of wits and courage, and temporarily gave up the fight with his old enemy Professor Snape.

Professor McGonagall, trembling with anger, deducted another five points from Gryffindor and walked away. Harry sat down indignantly.

"You can control your desire to argue with Professor Snape, why do you have such a soft spot for that toad?" Camille said sarcastically.

"But Voldy..."

"Yes, yes, you also know that the people in the Ministry of Magic just have no brains. If you don't really drag his people in front of them and open their eyelids, they won't admit this terrible 'assumption' .”

"I think Cam's analysis is very incisive." Sylvia gracefully sliced ​​open her grilled fish with a knife and fork without even raising her head. "Your main task is to pass your OWLs, Potter. You You can check the school grades of the 'person' you mentioned. I don't even expect you to beat him, but at least, please Potter, don't lose too much to him in school grades. At least half of 'the guy''s credentials? I think that's a reasonable enough request, don't you?"

Before Harry, who was still angry, blushed and wanted to say something harsh, Camille directly turned to Sylvia and said excitedly as if he was about to get some new toy: "I have Transfiguration today. Assistant, ha! It happens to be the Transfiguration class that Umbridge is 'supervising'! I'll go see how Professor McGonagall handles her!"

"Okay, but be careful not to laugh too loudly."

In the afternoon, Camille carried a cage of mice and happily followed Professor McGonagall into the Transfiguration classroom. As she wished, she saw the pink lump that she had never wanted to see appearing in the corner of the classroom.

McGonagall strode into the classroom, looking as if she didn't even know Umbridge existed.

"Okay," she said, and the classroom fell silent immediately, "Miss Camille will now hand out everyone's homework and give each of you a mouse."

"Cough, cough!" Umbridge coughed very stupidly, but McGonagall pretended not to hear, Camille suppressed a smile, trying to send things to the fifth graders below with a straight face as usual, but never The corners of Hermione's and Harry's mouths raised slightly, it seemed that her attempt had failed slightly.

"Okay, students, please listen carefully. Now, most of the students can successfully recite the disappearing spell to make the snail disappear, and even those who still have a little snail shell have mastered the gist of the spell. Today, we're going to..."

"Cough, cough!" Umbridge coughed again, louder than the previous one.

"What?" Mag turned around unbearably, the two eyebrows gathered together, together with her majestic wrinkles, seemed to form a long, daunting straight line.

"Professor, I just want to know if you received my note with the date and time to investigate your attendance..."

"Obviously, I got it, otherwise I would have asked you what you were doing in my classroom." McGonagall said impatiently and decisively turned her back to Umbridge, "As I said just now, Today, we're going to practice the harder Rat Vanishing Charm. Well, here, the Vanishing Charm..."

"Cough, cough!"

"If your throat is uncomfortable, I suggest you go to Bobby's to get some throat drops!" Mag sarcastically sarcastically. These words made the students in the audience wink at each other happily. Sitting on the high chair beside him, Mir also gave Professor McGonagall a high score for this amazing satire.

Professor Umbridge looked like someone had been slapped.She didn't speak, but just straightened the parchment on the writing board and scribbled in anger.