MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 102 Festival

Dinner, there were few people in the auditorium.

Harry seemed irritable and annoyed for some reason, he didn't even say hello, looked at Ron and Ginny and asked, "How was the training?"

"A nightmare," said Ron gruffly.

"No way," Hermione looked at Ginny, "I'm sure not so—"

"Yeah," Ginny said, "It sucks, and Angelina was about to cry at the end."

Harry and Hermione looked at Gwen again.

"Don't look at me, I was knocked off my broom by Sloper today." Gwen said absently, "I think that's why Angelina cried - Gryffindor A batsman slams his own teammates."

Ron and Ginny sighed and headed back to the tower first, when the twins, who had come from nowhere, appeared and joined their conversation.

"Ron and Ginny aren't there?" Fred dragged a chair, looked around, and when Harry shook his head, he said, "That's good. We'll go see one this afternoon. They can train, they're going to lose, and without us, they're a whole bunch of rubbish."

"Don't say that, Ginny is fine," said George justly, sitting down next to Fred, "to be honest, I don't know how she can play so well, we never I didn't take her to play..."

"She's been in the broom shed since she was six years old, taking turns stealing your brooms." Gwen was in a trance trying to shove a napkin into his mouth, and George hurriedly stopped him.

"Did Ron save the ball?" Hermione looked over the "Magic Set".

"If no one is looking at him, he can pounce," Fred said, rolling his eyes, "so when the Quaffle flies to him, we can only tell the audience to Turn around and talk." He stood up and walked irritably, looking at the dark ceiling. "You know, Quidditch is the only thing worth keeping you here."

Hermione glared at him. "Exam is coming soon!"

"Told you, we don't care about N.E.W.Ts exams. Quick-acting skipping candy is done, we have found a way to get rid of the abscess, a few drops of Motra rat juice will solve the problem, it is Li's Inspired." George yawned, staring gloomily at the cloudy night sky.

"I can't believe it, Gwen." Hermione put down the tome she was translating. "Aren't you urging them to prepare for the exam this time?"

Gwen stumbled down the last of the pumpkin juice, "George and Fred are grown up. And I'm not their mother."

Fred and George gave Hermione a defiant smile.

Gwen seriously considered whether to attend breakfast at Hogwarts in the future, because owls are a great destabilizing factor.

For example, that morning, at least five owls flew near Gwen, and of course, their purpose was Harry. The owls flapped their wings and landed next to him, squeezing around, stepping on the butter, and knocking over the salt shaker, all trying to be the first to give him the letter.

"What's the matter?" Ron asked in surprise, and seven more owls fell among the first batch. They screamed and flapped their wings, and the whole Gryffindor table was looking at them with their heads outstretched.

Harry tore open one of the brown wrappings, and inside rolled out a tightly rolled copy of The Quibbler, printed in large red letters: Harry Potter finally told the truth : That night I saw the mysterious man come back to life.

"It's great, isn't it?" Luna wandered over to the Gryffindor table and squeezed between Fred and Ron, "It came out yesterday, I asked Dad to give it to you One. I think these are letters from readers." She pointed to the owl still huddling in front of Harry.

Ron and Hermione opened the letter together.

"A witch suggested you go to St. Mungo's for a period of magical shock therapy." Hermione said disappointedly, crumpling the letter.

"This looks okay," Harry said slowly, reading a long letter from a Paisley witch, "Hey, she said she believed me!"

"This is a bit contradictory," George also participated in the opening of the letter with great interest, "said you don't look like a lunatic, but he really doesn't want to believe that the mysterious man is back, so he doesn't know now What to think... God, what a waste of parchment."

"What are you doing here?" said a pretended sweet, girly voice. Professor Umbridge was standing behind Fred and Luna, toad/toad eyes scanning the mess of owls and letters in front of Harry. There are many students behind her watching the fun.

"Is it illegal to receive letters now?" Fred exclaimed. "Be careful, Mr. Weasley, or I'll put you in jail," said Umbridge. "Mr. Potter?"

"People wrote to me because I was interviewed about what happened to me last June."

"Interview?" Umbridge's voice was sharper and higher than usual. "What did you say?"

"A reporter asked me a question, and I answered it," said Harry. "Here—" He threw The Quibbler at her, she caught it, and saw the cover , an ugly purple-red patch appeared on his pale dough-like face.

"When did you do that?" she asked, her voice trembling a little.

"Last time I was in Hogsmeade," said Harry.

She looked up at him, exasperated, the magazine trembling between her stubby fingers.

"You're not allowed to go to Hogsmeade again, Mr. Potter," she said softly, "how dare you?? How can you??" She took a deep breath, "I once Teach you not to lie again and again, but you've clearly ignored it. Fifty points from Gryffindor, plus a week of solitary confinement."

She walked away, clutching "The Quibbler" tightly to her chest, and the eyes of many students followed her. Before noon, huge notices were posted all over the school, not only on the college bulletin board, but also in the corridors and classrooms. Senior Hogwarts Inquisitors have ordered the immediate expulsion of any student found in possession of The Quibbler.

The above regulations comply with the Education Order No. 27. Signed: Senior Investigator Dolores Jane Umbridge.

Professor Umbridge stopped students around the school and asked to see their bags and pockets. Gwen thought she was ridiculously stupid, and after a Transfiguration class she used a couple of copy spells, plus a clever one - inspired by Harry's Marauder's Map. Harry's interview looked like a textbook article when others read it, or went blank until it was written when they wanted to read it. Soon everyone in the school seemed to have read that article.

The teachers were of course prohibited from mentioning this interview by Education Order No. 26, but they still expressed their feelings in various ways. When Harry handed Professor Sprout a watering can, she gave Gryffindor twenty points. Professor Flitwick smiled and shoved Harry a box of screaming candy mice at the end of the Charms class, said "Shh!" and hurried away. Professor Trelawney sobbed hysterically in Divination class, announcing to the startled students and a disgruntled Umbridge that Harry would not die prematurely, but was destined to live a long life, and as Minister of Magic there would be ten more. two children.

Harry became the hero of the Gryffindor common room that night, and Fred and George boldly cast a magnifying spell on the cover of The Quibbler and hung it on the wall , Harry's big head looked down at the audience, occasionally shouting slogans such as the Ministry of Magic is a fool and Umbridge to eat shit.

Hermione learned that Gwen and Ginny looked worried when she helped the students cover up the interview in their respective grades, but Ginny immediately refuted it.

"Forgive me, Hermione. I don't have any concerns about a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor who can't even use the 'Secret Reveal' spell."

The great thing about Umbridge is that, despite her dubious level of magic, she's really good at developing her own minions—or rather minor ones. Soon Gwen was invited to tea by her.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher's office on the third floor is completely unrecognizable. Everything was covered with lace drapes and tablecloths. There are also several vases filled with dried flowers, each on a separate little cushion. On one wall hangs a set of decorative plates, each featuring a large, brightly colored cat with a different bow around its neck. Made Gwen feel sorry for the cats for a moment.

"Good evening, Miss Ollivander."

Gwen turned her head in a hurry. She didn't notice Umbridge at first, because she was wearing a flamboyantly printed cuff that was so indistinguishable from the tablecloth on the desk behind her.

"Good evening, Professor Umbridge," Gwen said, trying to remain calm.

"Okay, sit down," she said, pointing to a small lacy table. She already had a straight-back chair next to her, and there was a blank piece of parchment on the table, apparently for her.

"I got a report from some enthusiastic classmates about you spreading some articles on campus." The squat Umbridge approached Gwen step by step, she lowered her body, Try to put pressure on Gwen. "Give me a hint, Miss Ollivander, those are the 'The Quibbler' magazines that are strictly forbidden by the Ministry of Magic." She picked up a wad of paper from one of the desks, the very ones Gwen had helped hide. interview.

With a deep sense of disgust, Gwen pressed down the curse under her tongue, gritted her teeth and replied, "I think those are just texts or blank sheets. Professor, we are so busy copying textbooks every day that we don't have time to read them. What "The Quibbler"."

Umbridge straightened up and looked at her with a strange smile. "You may be right, I may have no evidence for now." She turned around