Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The impact of the Hogwarts Magic is gradually unfolding. This is not a separate report, but a whole series.

The Order of the Phoenix has put some insignificant information in the newspaper, and more and more evidence shows that Voldemort has indeed returned.

Public opinion began to deflect to them, and newspapers were getting more and more subscribed.

At the same time, the number of subscriptions to the Daily Prophet continued to fall.

People are reluctant to order a newspaper that lies, no matter how old its history is, and when it loses its credibility, the newspaper also loses its vitality.

With the fermentation of public opinion, there are more and more protests against Fudge and the Ministry of Magic, and there is no way to control it.

Like the magic world, the situation in Hogwarts Castle is getting more and more chaotic.

Everyone is talking about this, and no one has put Umbridge’s education order in the eye.

In this case, Harry's mood was a lot more enjoyable.

This is one of the few good things since Quidditch was banned and the increasingly painful brain closure course.

When he hurried to the deformation class, the autumn chased it up.

He hasn't figured out what's going on, her hand is already in his hands.

Autumn whispered in the ear of Harry. "I'm sorry, Harry, the interview was brave. I cried after reading."

Harry regretted hearing that she had lost more tears for it, but I am glad that they have resigned.

Even more pleased, she quickly kissed him and hurried away.

It was unbelievable that he had just walked to the door of the transformation class and had another equally happy thing.

Seymour came out of the team and greeted him. This was the first conversation since the two men quarreled during the semester.

"I want to say!" He looked at Harry's left knee and said, "I believe in you, I sent a newspaper to my mother."

If you still need something to make happiness more complete, it is the reaction of Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle.

The fathers of all three of them were accused of being Death Eaters. In class, they looked at Harry with hatred and kept turning back. Gore threatened to squeak his knuckles, Malfoy whispered to Crabbe. What has been said is obviously malicious.

But they have no way, and their current position is not good.

They can't even stand up and retort Avon and Harry because they can't admit that they read the article!

Umbridge is indeed chaotic, and she was confined on Monday night without any punishment. She actually asked Ai Wen and Elaine to drink tea.

She separated the two and asked Ai Wen to go to her office at five o'clock, and Elaine passed at six o'clock.

Everyone has only one hour, what does she want to do? !

Umbridge’s office is still the same, the only change is the broom on the wall, Harry’s fire arrow and the asterisk of Avon’s research, with a thick, strong iron on the wall behind the table. Bolt, the broomstick was tied to the iron bolt by an iron chain and locked.

Ai Wen also saw the wand, nominally his wand, locked by a tiny chain.

Umbridge probably regards them as trophies, and hangs on the walls.

"Good evening, Mr. Mason!" When Ai Wen went in, she was writing down her head. She didn't look at Ai Wen, but pointed to a chair and said stiffly, "Sit down, let's talk, in At the beginning of the semester, we had a conversation, but obviously the communication was not pleasant, because some things, the differences between us are getting bigger and bigger, now it is time to unravel these contradictions, and it will not be good for anyone to continue the stalemate. ”

"Yes, Professor, I agree with you!"

Ai Wen sat down and looked at Umbridge strangely. What does she mean? Do you want to be reconciled? !

Because the words on the "Hogwarts Magic" let her know the truth, ready to abandon the dark cast? !

This kind of thing can't happen to Umbridge, even if she took the wrong medicine.

Since it is not a summation, it must be a conspiracy!

Evan looked at Umbridge and wanted to see what new plans she had.

She was writing something down, and on the plate on her head, a few ugly cats were screaming around.

These cats are not simple, this is a surveillance magic.

"Okay, it's finally finished!" Umbridge said, she put down her feather pen, and her face was like a cockroach that was about to swallow a delicious and succulent fly. "This is a report to the minister, I I think that special measures should be taken in special times to make the reforms more thorough. This is very necessary. Right, what do you want to drink?"

"Thank you, no need!" Ai Wen said, Umbridge's attitude is really strange!

"Come on, I wish you could have a drink with me." Umbridge said with an ugly smile on his face, in a scary and sweet tone, "You want tea, coffee, orange juice." Still pumpkin juice?"

She gently waved her wand as she spoke out each drink.

A cup or glass with a drink will appear on her table with the prepared liquid.

Ai Wen suddenly, it turns out that there is a problem with these drinks, this guy will not be prepared to poison him? !

"Well, Professor, give me some tea." He whispered, staring at Umbridge.

Umbridge stood up and pretended to add some milk to him.

Then she took the tea and walked around the table with a sinister and intimate smile on her face.

“Give!” she said, handing the tea to Ai Wen. “Drink it hot, okay? I think we should have a chat after so many unfortunate incidents.”

Ai Wen didn't talk, staring at the tea cup in front of him, didn't see what was inside.

Umbridge returned to his seat and waited for a while. After a moment of silence, she said briskly, "You haven't drank yet!"

Unless you have a problem with your head, you will drink something that you know is problematic.

Ai Wen put the cup on his lips and suddenly let it down again. Umbridge looked at him nervously.

"What's wrong?" Umbridge said, still staring at Irving. "Do you want to add sugar?"

"Come on, I like sweetness, thank you! Ivan said, put the cup on the table.

Taking advantage of Umbridge's martial arts, the wand slides down to the right hand he is covered by his sleeve, a confused spell.

Umbridge stopped and his head stunned. During this time, Ai Wen quickly replaced the drink in the cup.

"How many spoonfuls do you need?" Umbridge asked, and found nothing.

"A spoonful is enough!" Ai Wen said, watching the white sugar dissolve and disappear in the turbid tea.

He took a sip and was so sweet, not the taste he liked...