Magic Journey from Hogwarts

Chapter 462: A grasshopper on a rope, deliberately looking for trouble

"Is there any evidence?" the yellow-haired Hufflepuff asked again, looking a little aggressive.

"Hehe!" Aaron shook his head amusedly, "This classmate..."

"Zacharias Smith."

"Okay, Mr. Smith, you remind me of someone." Aaron smiled meaningfully, "Cornel Fudge, the current Minister of Magic, Umbridge's immediate boss.

He always likes to avoid things, calling Barty Crouch's death a disappearance, the Death Eater's attack a prank, and Voldemort's resurrection a nonsense.

After the Triwizard Tournament, Dumbledore told him more than once about the seriousness of the matter and told him to prepare early, but every time he would respond with 'you have no evidence'.

Does the absence of evidence mean that something must have never happened? "

"Uh... Aaron, Smith is just suspicious." Hufflepuff's prefect McMillan said.

"I really don't have any evidence. If you still don't believe me..." Aaron pointed to the door of the bar, "The door is over there, so walk slowly."

Everyone looked at each other, but no one left, not even Zacharias.

"Is no one leaving?" Aaron sighed regretfully, "It's really disappointing."

"We need to learn how to protect ourselves." Hermione continued the previous topic. "If you want to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts, we have to plan how often we meet and where we meet."

"Did Gaius teach us?" asked Susan Bones, with her long blond braids.

"Forget it!" Aaron said reluctantly, "Harry Potter will be my assistant."

"Great." Fred and George laughed.

Others were also quite satisfied with this answer. After all, they had seen Aaron and Harry perform in the Triwizard Tournament, so teaching them was not a problem.

"It seems that no one objects to them giving us Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Hermione said with a little relief, "Then we have to discuss how long to take a class next.

Aaron means one class a week, no more than two hours each time. "

"It cannot conflict with our Quidditch training," Angelina said.

"And ours," Smith said.

"I'm sure we'll find a time that works for everyone," said Hermione.

"There is another question about where the class will be held." Aaron said, "It's not that I'm trying to spoil the scenery. I'm afraid Umbridge won't allow so many of us to gather together to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"I really need to find a place." Hermione pondered, "Let's look for it together, and I will send a message to inform everyone when the time and place are confirmed."

As she spoke, she took out a piece of parchment and a quill from her bag, hesitated for a moment and said, "I think we should write down our respective names.

First, the number of people can be determined, and second, signing means that..."

"A grasshopper on a rope?" Aaron glanced at the parchment, showing interest, and then looked at Hermione, "Is that what you mean?"

Hermione nodded slightly, "I know this is sudden, but it is also very necessary."

"Uh..." Zacharias said with a complicated look, "I think our prefect will inform us of the meeting time."

"I don't agree either." Draco said disdainfully, "It would be a tragedy if this list fell into Umbridge's hands."

"I'll take care of it." Aaron said, "Do you have any objections?"

Draco's expression froze, and he closed his mouth resentfully.

Aaron was the first to sign his name on the parchment, followed by Harry, Draco and Sirin, who looked at each other and wrote their names helplessly.

Someone took the lead, and the others didn't hesitate any longer. They lined up and wrote down their names as solemnly as signing a contract.

Everyone left the Pig's Head bar one after another, and Draco looked annoyed on the way back, as if someone owed him a lot of money.

"I don't understand. I can't bear to go to class with those guys. After all, it's not much different from normal times, but the list is just..."

"Calm down, Draco." Aaron took out the parchment and looked at the name on it facing the sunlight. "Although this contract is very rough, it is somewhat binding."

"Contract?" Sirin frowned slightly, "No wonder I felt a little strange when I signed it!"

"What kind of contract is this?" Draco asked worriedly.

"If you tell the truth secretly, you will have a pockmarked face, which is not too serious, but it will be despised by everyone.

So don't write your name on paper casually in the future, unless the paper is your own. "

"It's a good thing you have the list, otherwise I wouldn't have signed it." Draco pouted.

"However, Hermione's thinking is too simple." Aaron said meaningfully, "This piece of paper can at best ensure that there will be no internal problems, but Umbridge will find out sooner or later."

"I don't think they care if they get caught." Sirin said thoughtfully.

"I think so too." Aaron nodded approvingly, "It is common for Gryffindors to violate school rules, but if this list is in my hands, there is room for manipulation."

"What do you mean?"

"It's better that you don't know."

The next day, there was a new notice on the bulletin board:

Hogwarts High Inquisitor Order

Disband all student organizations, associations, teams or clubs with immediate effect

Organizations, associations, teams and clubs are hereby defined to mean regular gatherings of three or more students

Restructuring can be requested from the Senior Inquisitor (Professor Umbridge)

No organization, association, team or club shall exist without the approval of the Senior Investigating Officer and immediate expulsion if found

The above regulations comply with "No.20 Education Order"

signature

Senior Inquisitor - Dolores Umbridge

"My dear, what a good guy." Aaron couldn't help smacking his lips, "I know this matter won't be hidden for long, but I didn't expect it to last for a day."

"It's not a bad thing." Draco chuckled, "Maybe you can borrow the donkey from the slope and refuse to teach so many people!"

"You really think too much. They have already made up their minds to confront Umbridge. As long as they are not caught on the spot, they will not give up."

During breakfast, Hermione, Harry, and Ron kept looking around, as if observing who was behaving abnormally. When they saw Draco and Sirin eating normally, the eyes of the three inevitably flashed disappointment.

"Don't look, no one leaked the secrets inside." Aaron reminded, "We had a meeting in a bar, where there are many people with mixed eyes, and it is normal for guests to talk nonsense after drinking."

"You mean..." Harry asked darkly, "she really knows?"

"Obviously, at least I don't believe it's a coincidence."

"The question is what should we do next?" Fred walked over and glanced at the long tables of the other colleges. "Everyone else feels uneasy and panicky."

"We still have to keep going," Harry said firmly.

"I knew you would say that." George patted Harry on the shoulder in relief.

"I don't care." Aaron shrugged. "I'm only responsible for being a teacher. Just let me know when the time and place are determined."

Umbridge spoiled a lot of people's moods with a notice that left them distracted all day.

In History of Magic class, the injured Hedwig flew to the window and brought back a letter.

Seeing that it was injured, Harry hurriedly asked Professor Binns for leave and took it to Professor Graplan for treatment.

Professor McGonagall happened to be in this office too, and her heart immediately arose when she saw Harry. After all, it was class time and he shouldn't be here.

"Potter, please don't tell me you're in detention again."

"No, Professor." Harry pointed to Hedwig, "My owl is injured."

"Injured?" Professor McGonagall looked at Hedwig. Its feathers were particularly messy, and one of its wings was broken.

"It could have been attacked," Professor Graplan said, "but there are very few creatures that attack birds near schools."

"Potter." Professor McGonagall seemed to have thought of something, staring at Harry very seriously, "How far did it fly?"

"I don't know." Harry said guiltily, "Maybe he flew over from London!"

Professor McGonagall immediately understood that Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix was in London, and Sirius had been stationed there because he couldn't show up because he was wanted by the Ministry of Magic.

Professor Graplan carefully inspected Hedwig's wings, "Leave it here, it should recover in a day or two."

"Thank you, Professor."

"It's nothing."

As soon as Harry walked out of the office, Professor McGonagall chased him out, "Your letter."

"Almost forgot."

"Harry, the communication channels inside and outside Hogwarts may, no, have been monitored." Professor McGonagall said seriously, "It is best not to write letters during this time."

"I see." Harry said weakly.

At this time, the bell for the end of get out of class had already rang, and instead of going back to the History of Magic classroom, he walked towards the Potions classroom.

Ron and Hermione approached halfway, "How is Hedwig?"

"I gave it to Professor Graplan and it will be cured in no time.

By the way, Professor McGonagall reminded me that Hogwarts communication channels are being monitored. "

The two were not much shocked by this, and it was not surprising that Umbridge did such a thing.

"Who wrote the letter?" Ron asked.

"Cold." Harry said as he opened the scroll, and there was only one sentence on it: today, old time, old place.

"Guess we'll have to watch the fire in the common room tonight."

"No one has read this letter!" Hermione said worriedly.

"Probably not!" Harry said a little unconfidently, "At least it was sealed well before I opened it."

"This kind of thing can be easily done by magic."

"But we use code words, and no one knows the old times and the old places but us."

"But what if someone monitors the Floo network?" Hermione's worry did not diminish in the slightest. "We can't notify him."

Harry was speechless for a moment, and his mood became a little heavy.

Especially after coming to the Potions classroom, he was even more upset because Umbridge was here too.

"Everyone will find that we have a guest today." Professor Snape said meaningfully, and Umbridge, who was holding a clipboard, suddenly showed a kind smile and waved to the students.

"Continue to configure the enhancer today, and you will see the mixture you left over from the last class. If there are no problems, you can finish it in the weekend." Professor Snape waved his wand, and the next question appeared on the blackboard. Configuration steps.

The students followed the steps, added materials to their respective crucibles, controlled the heat, and patiently stirred...

Snape was patrolling back and forth in the aisle, while Umbridge was recording something on the clipboard from time to time, and gradually the corners of her mouth curled up.

"Professor Snape, there appear to be students in your class who... disrespect you."

"Harry Potter." Snape said subconsciously, then turned around and gave him a hard look, "You should add salamander blood instead of pomegranate juice at this time, and five points will be deducted from Gryffindor."

"Uh...Professor Snape, I..."

"What? Does Professor Umbridge feel that the points deducted are not enough?" Snape said meaningfully, "Mr. Potter just made a mistake in the steps. If the result is incorrect, I will punish him again."

"Professor Snape." Umbridge took a deep breath, "I'm not talking about him, but..."

"Me?" Aaron pointed to himself, then rolled his eyes.

"It's you, Mr. Gaius." Umbridge said proudly, "Others are preparing enhancers, but what do you write on the paper?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Aaron said speechlessly, and casually tore off a page of the magic circle and put it in Abe's pocket.

"Of course it concerns me, I am a senior investigator sent by the Ministry of Magic.

You didn't follow the class notes, Professor Snape didn't find out, it doesn't mean I didn't find out. "

"Professor, didn't you tell her?"

"Not yet." Snape said disapprovingly.

"Tell me what?" Umbridge asked with some doubts.

"Mr. Gaius, a lot of potions, can be successfully configured alone, so I specially approved him to do other things in my class, as long as he doesn't disturb other students."

"Is...is this appropriate?"