Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Chapter 157 Umbridge Fudge Transfiguration Club (2 in 1)

The heels of the "da da da" high heels tapped on the clean wooden floor, and a woman in a skirt came out of the elevator holding a pile of documents.

The footsteps disappeared on the thick carpet, and she came to a luxurious wooden door, and glanced enviously at the bronze plaque on it: "Office of the Minister of Magic"

Pulling the corner of his mouth, revealing a sweet and greasy smile, he knocked lightly on the door.

After waiting for a while, the wooden door opened by itself, and the small copper horn at the door shouted by itself:

"Deputy Minister for Magic, Dolores Jane Umbridge."

This sentence, like her favorite sherry, almost made Umbridge intoxicated, and she closed her eyes with an expression of enjoyment.

In just a short while, she forced herself to wake up. It was a hurdle to be promoted to the Senior Deputy Minister, which is almost the only candidate to succeed the Ministry of Magic with the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

But never mind, now is the perfect opportunity
She walked past the soft gold-embroidered carpet, and in front of the huge French windows, Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, was sitting behind a solid wooden desk the size of a dining table.

This expensive desk had just been replaced. It wasn't like this before. Umbridge still remembered Fudge when he first took office. Everyone generally commented on him as a kind and generous minister.

He is even very humble, always polite and easy-going to every employee of the Ministry of Magic, even the office is very simple, the most he does every day is to write letters to Dumbledore.

This situation only lasted for a year, and the simple office gradually changed into such a luxurious look.

Umbridge was not surprised at all, since it was the desk she herself had suggested buying.

"Dolores, are you here?" Fudge's voice came from behind the newspaper in his hands.

The open newspaper blocked his face, and Umbridge knew that Fudge was in a state of excitement, because he would only take out the red currant wine he had collected when his mood fluctuated greatly.

As for why, Umbridge's eyes shifted to the front page headline in the newspaper: "Assault Repeated - Is Hogwarts Safe?"

"Minister." Umbridge shouted with a sweet and greasy voice like a little girl: "There have been attacks at Hogwarts one after another, and many parents have written to me to worry about the safety of the school."

"Wow" the newspaper was put down, revealing Fudge's round face, he looked at Umbridge with an interested look:
"Really? I mean...the parents have a lot of opinions on Deng...the school?"

The smile on Umbridge's face became more and more obvious. She took two steps forward, took out the clipboard she was holding, and pretended to read the content on it seriously, but she was paying attention to Fudge from the corner of her eye:

"Of course, of course it is, Mr. Minister, please read this letter. It is quite long, so I will select a section for the Minister to listen to.

'Dumbledore is confused!He is no longer good, like an old juggler, the school should quickly change the principal!He should have abdicated long ago! .'"

"Bah!" Fudge slammed his hand on the table, interrupted Umbridge, and said with an unhappy face:

"It's too much! That's Dumbledore! The greatest white wizard of our time, he has made a lot of contributions to the stability and peace of the wizarding world. This is slander, naked slander!"

But Umbridge could clearly see the happy look in his eyes, she hastily agreed, and then said in a 'difficult' way: "There is no rule that prohibits parents from complaining to the principal."

Fudge nodded slowly:
"That's right." He paused and said suddenly, "Is there any more?"

Umbridge turned over a page from the clipboard and began to read again in her sweet voice.

Soon, Fudge was intoxicated. He closed his eyes and listened, shaking his head slightly, finally opened his eyes, sighed, and muttered something.

The smile on Umbridge's face remained the same, pretending he didn't hear anything, but his voice became much softer:
"Mr. Minister, there are several very wealthy pure-blood families who would like a chance to dine with the Minister.
Discuss how, as a school manager, you should be concerned about the recent series of attacks on the school. "

Fudge narrowed his eyes and didn't speak. He just waved his hand and signaled Umbridge to leave. When she walked to the door, Fudge's somewhat hoarse voice suddenly came:
"I remember Arthur Weasley in the Ministry. His daughter was also attacked? As the Minister of Magic, I should care about my subordinates. I sent a letter to Hogwarts in the name of the Ministry of Magic, asking why there was an attack, and... the concern of the Ministry of Magic!"

accepted!
A smile broke out on Umbridge's face, she grinned like a pink toad, turned around and nodded at Fudge:

"Your will, Secretary Connelly."

Zhang Xiao took Harry and Hermione together, carrying some of Ginny's favorite candies and snacks, and walked up the stairs leading to the school infirmary.

Ron came over as early as the afternoon. In fact, they had wanted to visit for a long time, but Madam Pomfrey didn't allow it, saying that the petrified people didn't need to visit. Instead, they were worried that the little wizards were not careful, and it would be more troublesome if they touched any part.

In the end, it was Zhang Xiao who communicated with Madam Pomfrey for a long time. The queen of the school infirmary and an outstanding graduate of Slytherin reluctantly agreed to their visit, but there was only one chance.

No one spoke, just walked quietly.

The creaking sound of the wooden stairs that have gone through a long period of time makes people a little disturbed in this quiet atmosphere.

Harry and Hermione's expressions were a little heavy, which was okay when they were busy, but at this time, concerns about Ginny prevailed, especially after hearing that Mrs. Weasley had cried several times in the school infirmary.

This made Harry and Hermione, who had a very close relationship with the Weasleys, feel uncomfortable.

Zhang Xiao felt that she was quite calm. After all, thinking about it from another angle, people who were petrified were the safest existence.

The basilisk can't pull up the petrified person and stare to death, right?

In other words, petrochemical is equivalent to a disconnection protection, even if it is disconnected, it is invincible.

If it wasn't for his precious time, Zhang Xiao wished he could be petrified too, and the basilisk would be gone when he woke up.

The greatest danger was lifted.

Pushing open the door of the infirmary, the sun shines in through the window, illuminating tiny floating objects in the air, coupled with the quaint style of the infirmary, it has a sense of the age of old silent movies.

Mrs. Weasley was sitting by the bed, looking at the stone statue of Ginny, sobbing softly from time to time, her eyes were already red and swollen from crying, and her chubby face was a little haggard.

Ron stood up from the side and walked over tiredly, and said in a low voice:

"Are you here? Mom cried all day again today."

The three went up to hug Ron, and asked in a low voice:
"Didn't Principal Dumbledore say that there is no danger to life?"

Ron nodded, and said sadly:
"But my mother didn't know where to check the information. She said that it will be very painful when it is petrified, and it will feel that my body is slowly freezing."

He shivered, swallowed and continued, "It's like a person being put into a bucket and thrown into the snow and ice."

Both Harry and Hermione shivered, and looked at Ginny with more sympathy and distress.

Zhang Xiao was silent for a while, and patted Ron on the shoulder. In fact, he wondered why Ginny was attacked, and he didn't react at first.

It was only later that I remembered that Ginny was also one of the 28 pure bloods, and logically speaking, she was not within Riddle's attack range. If the basilisk only wanted to kill Creevey and Ginny was only affected, it would be even more wrong.

Creevey still had a camera as a buffer, but Ginny's petrified appearance showed that the little girl was facing the basilisk directly.

And neither of the two attacks left any messages. Now the whole school is immersed in an inexplicable fear. Everyone is very afraid, but they can't say what they are afraid of.

There are many bizarre rumors flowing out every day, but what the little wizards believe most is the Muggle version brought by the Muggle little wizard.

There is a monster called Medusa lurking in the school, she will appear when there are least people, randomly choose lucky people to petrify them.

So in order to guard against Medusa, the little wizards have prepared a mirror, and as long as there are few people, they will block this special double-sided mirror in front of their eyes.

This is because it is said that Medusa is most afraid of the mirror, because as long as she looks in the mirror, she will see her own terrible face and run away.

Zhang Xiao would not say who came up with this genius idea and let Malfoy spread it.

I chatted with Mrs. Weasley for a while, mainly listening to Mrs. Weasley's worries about Ginny and the pain her daughter suffered. Zhang Xiao played the role of the listener perfectly.

I wanted to find an opportunity to talk to Mrs. Weasley about the housekeeping company, but it seems that Ginny can't do it until she recovers.

After the visit, Zhang Xiao and Hermione went to Professor McGonagall's office together, preparing to attend the professor's Transfiguration club party.

From time to time in the long aisle, a large group of young wizards can be seen gathering together, like frightened little quails, holding a mirror and walking tremblingly.

"This atmosphere is really uncomfortable." Hermione said suddenly in a low voice.

Zhang Xiao nodded, "Well, people are in panic, and few people are still thinking about their studies."

"Are the professors just looking at it like this? Where's Headmaster Dumbledore? Why hasn't there been an effective measure?" The little witch was agitated. If such a terrible attack happened in a primary school, it might have caused a nationwide sensation.

Hearing Hermione's words, Zhang Xiao also fell silent. In fact, she didn't quite understand what these professors were thinking. In the original book, even though they clearly knew that the secret room had been opened, they didn't seem to have thought of closing the school, finding the secret room and reopening the school.

Instead, let the little wizard live in fear of being attacked. Could it be that Dumbledore wanted to fish again?

This idea has come up more than once during this period, but it was quickly rejected, because Dumbledore might make sacrifices, but he would never risk the lives of so many students.

Students are his lifeblood, even Malfoy in the original book, he tried to save it.

Unless there are really some deep secrets hidden in Hogwarts, the school must be kept open?
Xiaotang's obsession with Hogwarts is not only because of the status of the school?

Zhang Xiao was shocked. Before he could think about it, Hermione looked at him curiously and asked:
"Zhang, what's the matter? We've arrived."

Zhang Xiao came back to her senses, pinched the bridge of her nose, calmed down, and then opened the door under Hermione's strange eyes.

After scanning around the members of the Transfiguration Club
Well, they are all familiar people, almost the original members of Professor Flitwick's Charms Club, because of the strong commonality between spells and transfiguration.

A spell that is strong enough to deform is definitely not that weak, and vice versa.

For some other courses, such as herbalism, ancient magic text, etc., the staff changes are relatively large.

After greeting each other familiarly again, Zhang Xiao wanted to find a chair to sit down, but found that there was no chair except some tables.

But everyone was as usual, standing aside in twos and threes and chatting in low voices.

Penello smiled and reached out to greet them. Just about to speak, he heard Professor McGonagall's voice coming from one side:
"Gentlemen and ladies, good afternoon."

"Good afternoon, Professor McGonagall."

McGonagall was wearing a casual-looking black lady wizard robe. Compared to when he was in class, Professor McGonagall was obviously much more relaxed at this time.

She looked around the little wizard with her blue eyes and said:
"This time, we have two new members, namely MR Zhang and Miss Granger, second-year students, I think everyone should be familiar with them.

After all, Felius and I have discussed for many times whether to combine the two clubs of enchantment and transfiguration. "

Everyone laughed lowly, obviously this is not the first time Professor McGonagall has said this.

"Okay, time is precious, everyone, let's start the routine initiation ceremony."

Professor McGonagall clapped his hands, looking out from behind the square lenses: "Today's theme is the luxurious throne, the more luxurious the better!

The best one will get 20 college points! "

Under the confused eyes of Zhang Xiao and Hermione, everyone pulled out their wands with ease, tapped on the surrounding things and began to deform.

Accompanied by the deformed light, thrones with different styles and looking extremely luxurious suddenly appeared around.

Arranged neatly in a circle, it looks like a meeting of kings.

"Mr Zhang, Miss Granger, this is the opening ceremony of the Transfiguration Club, no chairs are prepared, I will designate a theme, everyone can use their imaginations to conjure up their own chairs.

understand? "

Professor McGonagall pointed to everyone's chairs, then clicked on the specially reserved vacant seats, and introduced them to the two.

So it is!It's kind of in line with the concept of the Transfiguration Club.

Hermione drew out her wand, looked at everyone's chairs in a state of bewilderment, thought for a while, and tried hard to transform.

It's just that the deformation of this size is still a bit difficult for the little wizard of the second grade. Hermione successfully conjured a small throne.

Pink, with crystal clear crystals and hollow patterns, the back of the chair is very high, but compared to the tall throne around it, this throne is like a baby seat.

But why does it look a bit like the seat where princesses often sit in Disney cartoons?
Hermione sat on it with some embarrassment. Maybe this made Hermione feel like she was a princess. The little witch couldn't help showing a happy smile.

Everyone looked at Zhang Xiao, wondering what kind of seat he would conjure up for the most eye-catching little wizard in the school?
Professor McGonagall also took a few steps back, looking forward to Zhang Xiao's next move.

Zhang Xiao pulled out his magic wand, did he need to think about changing anything?
Of course it is the dragon chair!

　almost missed
　　
　
(End of this chapter)