Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry.

It was two professors, McGonagall and Snape, who came in from outside. They didn't show any surprise when they saw Dudley inside.

"No, not Professor Dumbledore, but me."

Dudley said.

Professors McGonagall and Snape are Dudley's most trusted professors in the entire Hogwarts besides Dumbledore. Although Professors Flitwick and Professor Sprout are also trustworthy, they are too talkative and know too much. More is not a good thing.

"Two professors, I need you to help me supervise Professor Dumbledore for a while."

"what happened?"

The two professors didn't know why.

"Professor Dumbledore has been targeted by the devil, and his only flaw has been discovered by the other party."

Now that Voldemort has discovered Dumbledore's weakness, he will never give up.

Dudley concealed the part about the Resurrection Stone and told the two professors the other contents truthfully. He also quietly touched the table and the ring with the Resurrection Stone disappeared.

Whether it is the Resurrection Stone or not, few people can bear not to use the Resurrection Stone. Whether it is Professor McGonagall or Professor Snape, they all have deceased friends who they miss very much.

The two professors did not see this small movement, but Dumbledore did, but he opened his lips slightly and still did not speak.

"Really? Dumbledore!"

Although they didn't know what Dumbledore's flaw was, the two men's expressions became obviously tense.

After a pause, Dumbledore finally nodded.

Dumbledore is the only being who can deal with the Dark Lord.

If his weakness is grasped by the opponent, the consequences will be disastrous.

"We will keep a close eye on him during this time."

The two professors said seriously.

Chapter 365 Chapter 359 A Drop of Harry’s Blood

At night, when the entire Hogwarts fell into a sweet dream, a loud voice suddenly sounded in the Hogwarts principal's office. Fawkes was so frightened that Fox flew out of his nest and hovered on the ceiling.

"Ring, ring, ring, answer the phone!"

Then a hemispherical object climbed onto the principal's desk in a slow crawling manner. It was a golden telephone bug. It opened a pair of big bloodshot eyes and shouted around while climbing.

Apparently it doesn't like being woken up in the middle of the night.

Fox looked very angry, glaring at the golden phone bug that kept chirping and shouting. If it had been any other bug, it would have swallowed it in one gulp, but the smart Fox knew that this phone bug was not its food.

Until Dumbledore took the receiver off it.

Dumbledore was standing in front of the window sill not far away. He didn't fall asleep, looking at the sky and not knowing what he was thinking.

Can't sleep at night.

"Hey Albus, it's me."

Grindelwald's magnetic voice came from the phone bug. If it were normal Dumbledore would have hung up the phone very decisively.

Only this time, this time he didn't choose to hang up.

Instead, he put the receiver to his ear.

"I'm Albus."

Tonight, two centenarians, who had not had a good conversation in half a century, had a sleepless night and stayed on the phone all night long.

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"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, we didn't mean it, really."

In the corridor of Hogwarts, two fat guys who were one head shorter than Harry were apologizing constantly. Both of them had a look of fear on their faces, and one of them seemed to be about to cry.

These two chubby little guys are Malfoy's usual followers, Crabbe and Goyle.

"It's okay, it's okay." Harry waved his hands repeatedly, patted the dust on his butt, and stood up from the ground. He didn't seem to be injured, but his forehead was cut and there was a little blood on it.

"We'll wipe it for you." One of the chubby little guys quickly took out a handkerchief and hurriedly tried to wipe the wound on Harry's forehead, but Harry stopped him after just a few wipes.

This was not wiping his blood, it was just rubbing his forehead with a handkerchief, using his head as a washboard.

It's really rude.

Speaking of which, this matter is ridiculous. Harry was thinking and walking a few minutes ago. Because he was in the Hogwarts castle, Harry's alertness was at its lowest and he didn't pay much attention to the surrounding environment. Who would have thought that as soon as he entered the blind spot around the corner, two chubby little guys would suddenly appear and rush into each other. He had no time to avoid them and collided with them.

It would be fine if it had been anyone else. With Harry's physical condition, even if he bumped into him intentionally, the other person would have been bounced away. However, it happened to be these two heavyweight creatures.

Well, although Harry has more muscles than the two of them combined and his body is very solid, in terms of weight, he is really not as good as either of them.

What stood in front of him was simply two solid balls of flesh.

Solid bowling.

Dudley had mentioned to Draco more than once that these two meatheads should participate in sumo wrestling competitions so that they could win a few champions.

"It's worth it."

Harry waved to indicate that he was fine, and at the same time rubbed the red skin next to the wound. The area that was fine was probably scratched. Could the handkerchiefs used by these two guys be made of gauze?

"Hey, Harry." Draco's voice sounded, and he was seen walking down the stairs next to him. While greeting Harry, he saw his two followers: "Crabbe? Goyle? Why are you here too? Just in time, I have something to say to you."

"Why are you two so weird during this period? You don't pay attention to me when I say hello. You seem to be avoiding me intentionally. Can you tell me what happened?"

"Draco"

Goyle seemed to want to say something to Draco, but Crabbe on the side quickly pulled his sleeves and winked at his companion with his big, fat face, stopping what he was going to say next.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, I'm really sorry."

The two balls first bowed to Harry with great difficulty, which made Harry a little worried that the two of them would actually turn into two bowling balls rolling around. Then they said to Draco with a very unnatural expression: "Draco, I'm sorry. We really have something to do, let’s talk next time, let’s talk next time.”

After saying that, he didn't give Draco a chance to speak and left in a hurry, fearing that Draco would follow them.

The two of them kept their heads down during the whole process, not even looking up at them.

Such an obvious attitude, even a pig would know it was abnormal.

As the two figures disappeared around the corner, Harry and Draco looked at each other.

"Harry, they took your blood."

Draco said, the two people's movements were so clumsy that they could not be hidden from the eyes of Harry and Draco.

"I know."

Harry nodded.

Before school started, Dudley told him that someone would try to get a drop of his blood, so it was not surprising that this happened, but what he didn't expect was that it would be these two people.

He took out a tissue soaked in alcohol from his pocket and wiped it hard on his forehead. Not only was the blood on his forehead wiped away, but even the original wound was gone.

Apart from the lightning-shaped scar, no other wound could be seen on the entire forehead.

fake?

No, the blood that was taken away was indeed Harry's, but the drop of blood that was taken away not only contained Harry's blood, but also had some other things added to it.

"There was something wrong with Crabbe and Goyle's parents. Pansy told me that their parents went to Wales not long ago (the Parkinson family is not Death Eaters, they are neutral), and they became weird after they came back. ”

Looking at the direction the two were leaving, Draco sighed and said, "Obviously, they were threatened."

"Although the Goyle and Crabbe families are not famous families, they are also the families of old pure-blood wizards. Although they are my followers, it is also because Goyle and Crabbe have been friends with the Malfoy family for generations. Of course, there are two of them. The family really needs Malfoy's help."

"The only one who can threaten them without even daring to ask for help is those people... or him."

"It's just that that person would choose to go to these two idiots to do something. I really don't know what to say."

Although the sentence was sarcastic, the tone was mixed with deep worry. It was true that he was a follower in name, but after all, he was a companion who grew up with him, so how could he not have any feelings at all.

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Chapter 366 360 A very 'cool' professor

Umbridge suffered a big blow in the fifth grade, which caused the entire fifth grade students to miss school collectively. This incident spread like wildfire in Hogwarts, and the speed of spread was surprisingly fast. It only took one day. As time went by, almost all the young wizards in Hogwarts knew about it and were discussing it all the time.

But Umbridge, the person involved, didn't seem to care. She still maintained that sweet smile and taught other students, as if nothing had happened.

Other little wizards, especially the Gryffindor little wizards who were afraid of chaos in the world, tried to follow suit as soon as they learned about this incident. As a result, they were imprisoned several times and punished several times. After disintegrating the group that had finally come together, everyone became honest.

Maybe Umbridge is nothing outstanding in duels, and her spell skills are mediocre, but when it comes to tricks, none of these little wizards can be her opponent.

However, this mentality collapsed after the second Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the fifth grade. Compared to listening carefully to other professors' classes, the fifth-year wizard was fully present in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Umbridge never went to the second period again, and Umbridge was always alone in the classroom.

Umbridge had no choice but to gnash her teeth in anger at this kind of behavior. Her methods could easily subdue students from other grades, but it didn't work when facing the fifth graders. of students unanimously disagree with her teaching methods

To be fair, for Umbridge, attending classes is not her job at all. She is the senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic and the senior investigator of Hogwarts. The purpose of coming to Hogwarts is to investigate Dumbledore. All you need to do is collect Dumbledore's evidence and hand it over to Fudge. The rest is not important at all.

The reason why she chose to take classes was more to satisfy her own bad taste. She liked the professor's feeling of standing on the podium and giving orders.

But she doesn't have to care. If you really don't take her seriously, she will be angered.

For example, Harry and Hermione are already on her blacklist. As for Draco, it depends on the performance of the Malfoy family and will not be dealt with for the time being.

In terms of identity, she is the senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic and a confidant of Fudge. She is a very respected existence in the Ministry of Magic, at least on the surface, but her name is just like that at Hogwarts, and there is no one here at all. No one listened to her. Just like people from the urban management brigade could not interfere with the teaching of high schools, the two places belonged to different systems.

She couldn't force her. The family backgrounds of the Slytherin students were not easy to deal with. As a result, she would most likely receive a shouting letter from Fudge.

She had gone to find Dumbledore, but he seemed to be avoiding her intentionally. Whenever she tried to look for him, she would miss him.

As for asking for help from the deans of the four major colleges?

Umbridge, who maintains her own identity, doesn't want to do this, as it will make her look useless.

As Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic, her words and deeds represent the face of the Ministry of Magic.

"Hem-Hem!"

"I hope you can listen carefully in my class. This is very important for you to pass the O.W.Ls exam next year. Don't regret it until the day of the exam like some people."

Umbridge said this more than once when teaching other grades, especially fourth grade students.

Very obvious DISS behavior.

Every time she said this, she had to try to use a girl's soft-spoken tone and twist her fat waist as thick as a rice vat.

It makes people feel uncomfortable both physically and psychologically.

Umbridge has made up her mind that even if Harry and Draco bring other fifth-year students to beg her, she will not teach them even a word. This year it is O. W. In the critical year of the LS exam, she didn't believe that these little wizards would not come to her to ask for help.

Yes, this is Umbridge's method, hold on to O. W. Ls exam.

Normally, students at Hogwarts become very anxious when they enter fifth grade, because this is their critical year and they need to pass O. W． You can continue studying only by taking the Ls exam.

Only by passing this exam can one be considered a wizard recognized by the Ministry of Magic and can continue to take higher-level courses.

It can be said that O． W. The LS exam is the first major test in life for little wizards. Many little wizards will fall into panic this year. Especially those with mid-range grades, they will have to sleep poorly all night long for basic operations, and some will even have serious problems. A lot of hair fell out.

Without her imparting knowledge, would these little guys be able to learn on their own?

Self-study passed O. W. LS exam, no kidding, she has foreseen that a large number of students will not pass.

However, she didn't know that the level of the fifth-grade wizards was far beyond ordinary people, and they had reached new heights. They had not worried about this at all. The content assigned by the professors of various subjects was very easy to complete, even the so-called O ． W． The most difficult magic that appeared in the LS exam - the disappearing spell, basically everyone can achieve the standard.

Umbridge simply looked at the professors of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course in the past, including the trash (Quirrell), the liar (Lockhart), the werewolf (Lupin) and the madman (Moody). In Umbridge's eyes, It is simply impossible for these people to teach students well, so they do not take the time to understand the true level of their own students.

Take it for granted that the level is extremely low

However, the level of the first two may not be very good, but the Duelist Club of Lockhart's component has laid the foundation for everyone's actual combat. The level of the last two is even better. The true level of the fifth grade now is that any one of them can be placed in N ． E. W. You can easily get an O level in the Ts exam, just an O. W. I really don’t take Ls exam seriously.

The most critical point is that it is impossible for Umbridge to ask them to go to class now, because they have a very, very 'cool' professor, the best professor who can teach them just by listening and speaking.

Every Defense Against the Dark Arts class is the happiest time for everyone.

Although it was a pity not to see him, the professor’s knowledge reserve was even greater than last year’s Professor Moody. He could easily answer any question, not just Defense Against the Dark Arts, but even in the second class. A nice shout out by voice to all the little wizards by name.

Funny, nice to talk to, and very capable, I like it very much.

This is the best professor in the world!

All students think so.