Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Who doesn't want some pocket money to buy something they like? But once they have tasted the sweetness, do you expect those little wizards to restrain their desire?

Dudley's point of view was strongly supported by Hermione. She also believed that what the young wizards should do now is to study, rather than to work to earn pocket money. Didn't she see that the people in their discipline group have a full schedule every day? Don't they think there is not enough time?

How do these people have time to spare at this age? How do they sleep?

The learning atmosphere that we have worked so hard to create cannot be destroyed.

So the task fell to Ron, after all, he was his brother.

Ron sat aside with a worried look on his face. It was obviously not a good job. Those two would not give in to him just because he was their younger brother. On the contrary, he would probably be teased a few times. After all, these two did not even respect their own brother Percy. How could you expect them to listen to their younger brother?

The fact is exactly as Ron expected.

When he took the class leader to find the twin brothers, they were rejected immediately.

"You must be kidding, little Ronald. Do you know how much it costs to recruit a full-time wizard?"

Two little wizards with red hair and identical looks said in unison: "We can't afford to recruit them."

"We are still in the start-up stage," said the red-haired guy on the left.

The red-haired girl on the right continued: “It’s just when I need money.”

"so!"

The two said in unison.

"There's no way we can agree to that, little Ronnie."

"Although we can't promise you this, we can give you something good."

As they spoke, the two of them took out a few brightly colored candies from their pockets and gave one to the prefect and one to Ron respectively. The candies were in a packaging they had never seen before.

"Try it now. This is a new variety of candy purchased from Honeydukes. It's currently in trial operation. We managed to get it with great difficulty."

Ron did not doubt it and decisively opened the package and put it in his mouth. The prefect saw Ron do it and peeled it and put it in his mouth.

The next second, their tongues began to swell at an incredible speed until they could no longer fit in the entire mouth, and they quickly turned purple.

"Hahaha"

“It’s really fun.”

The little wizards around thought the two men's expressions were very funny and started laughing.

Fred held out his hand.

"Little Ronnie, mischief!"

George slapped his hand hard.

The two high-fived each other and said in unison.

"Big success!"

The overly enlarged tongue filled the entire mouth and even the throat, and the direct effect was that it made it difficult to breathe. The poor class leader who followed over turned purple in the face. He pressed his neck hard to try to relieve himself, but it didn't work, so he looked at others for help.

However, everyone just laughed and no one cared whether he was uncomfortable or not.

Only Ron remained calm, as if he had expected this. He took out his wand from his pocket calmly and tapped it lightly on his own tongue, which quickly returned to its original size. Then he used the same method to restore the prefect's tongue.

The twins laughed and came forward to ask, "How do you feel? Our Fat Tongue Toffee?!"

Ron rubbed his neck, which was a little uncomfortable. His tongue almost went into his throat just now. "The tongue has expanded at least ten times. It feels very bad. If no one relieves this state in time, it is easy to suffocate. It is a very dangerous thing."

Unfortunately, the two brothers only heard the first sentence and chose to ignore Ron's last few words.

Ron was no longer surprised by this, as he had been pranked by his two brothers since he was a child. For example, it was common for them to turn the doll in his arms into a giant spider and scare him. Moreover, when he was very young, they also tried to induce him to swear an 'unbreakable' spell. You must know that once the person who swore violated the spell, he would die.

Fortunately, he was discovered and stopped in time by his father.

But just because they don't mind doesn't mean others will indulge them.

"Brothers, I don't object to your pranks, but not everyone likes pranks. Remember? If everyone laughs, it's a joke. If only you laugh, it's not a joke."

However, his two brothers turned a deaf ear to his advice and did not take it seriously at all.

Even Ron couldn't help but feel a little angry: "I just came here to tell you that you can ignore my words. But I still have to say it."

"First courtesy, then force. I am courtesy, if you ignore it, the next one to come will be the force."

Chapter 360 Fluffy Pink Cardigan

"Oh my god, Fred, look at this."

One of the red-haired girls shouted in a very exaggerated tone: "Our little brother, Ronnie, he has grown up."

"The old him."

"But I can't say anything so philosophical."

"He's become just like workaholic Percy!"

"Dull, boring, and without any Weasley sense of humor."

Ron sighed: "You are Fred, you don't have to pretend to be George's brother."

Why was he so sure that the person speaking was Fred? Although the twins looked identical, their personalities were very different.

People who are not familiar with it may not be able to tell it apart, but people who are familiar with it can tell it at a glance.

Fred has a flamboyant personality and is a real "instigator". He is the one who takes the lead in doing bad things and mocking people. As for George, he is more gentle and peaceful.

"Brothers, although I don't like your pranks, I still recognize your talent in this area. If you really want to engage in this business, why can't you try another way? If you lack funds, you can ask me or Brother D for help."

"If you really need it and want to realize your dreams, I think I can lend it to you."

"Also, I don't think you should say that about brother Percy, he's your brother, just like you're my brother."

Ron said and left with the prefect.

Fred wanted to teach Ron a lesson and let him know what respect is, but was stopped by George.

Perhaps Ron's words before he left worked, because that afternoon the twins consciously tore down the notice on the bulletin board.

The classes in the next few days were normal, and professors of various subjects taught their respective courses seriously. However, when it came to the fifth grade (Harry's class), the content taught would be adjusted by one or several levels. Even so, it was almost unable to meet everyone's needs, as the content they were learning was really too advanced.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was scheduled on Friday as usual, and the entire Friday was devoted to this subject.

Umbridge, the professor, was dressed in pink, just like she had been at the opening dinner, and walked into the classroom wearing that fluffy pink cardigan.

"She doesn't think she looks girlish in this outfit, does she?"

"I heard that she is still single."

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Because of what happened at the opening dinner, many young wizards did not like her. Although Dumbledore looked crazy and eccentric, he was actually the most beloved headmaster of all Hogwarts.

So many young wizards were not very friendly towards Umbridge.

"Good afternoon, students!"

As soon as she entered the classroom, she showed everyone a sickeningly sweet smile, and still spoke in a low voice.

Only a few students mumbled "Good afternoon" in response.

"Tsk, tsk," Professor Umbridge shook her head repeatedly: "That won't do, will it? I want you to answer like this: 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' Please do it again. Good afternoon, students!"

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After she finished speaking, the whole place fell into deathly silence, and no one took the initiative to speak.

Although Umbridge was still smiling, her expression began to stiffen as time went on.

until

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge."

Dudley was the first to speak.

After all, she is a professor at Hogwarts, appointed by Dumbledore, so give her some face.

But face is mutual. If the other party doesn't know what's good for him,

Then the Slytherin students followed in unison.

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge."

The young wizards from other academies looked at each other before speaking one after another.

"That's right." Umbridge nodded and gave Dudley a smile that she thought was charming, which gave Dudley goose bumps. Then he heard her voice say in a coquettish voice: "It's not too difficult, is it? Please put away your wand and take out your quill."

Everyone looked at each other and saw the depression in each other's eyes.

Defense Against the Dark Arts doesn't use wands, so what do we use? Our fists?

However, Umbridge didn't care about this. She just continued, "I heard that the teaching of this course has been sporadic and unsystematic, right?"

What she said was actually correct. After all, Hogwarts had a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher every year. Even if she wanted to study systematically, she had to have a chance. The consumption of Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers was too great.

Mrich sat on the podium, facing the whole class, with his fingers crossed and placed squarely in front of his chest, and then said, "I think you are far from the level you should have reached in your O.W.Ls."

The young wizards in the audience looked at each other again, and everyone saw the weirdness in each other's eyes.

Are you serious?

Last year, Karkaroff, the headmaster of Durmstrang School of Magic, said something different. He said that everyone's learning progress has far exceeded the level of O.W.Ls, and even if they go directly to N.E.W.Ts, they can easily get O.

Umbridge obviously didn't notice what the little wizards were thinking. She was still talking to herself: "All these problems will be corrected this year. We are going to study a carefully arranged, theory-centered magical defense course approved by the Ministry of Magic."

Then she began to teach. Although she called it teaching, it was more like she was reading aloud the contents of the book "Magic Defense Theory".

It's very boring, even more boring than Professor Binns' class. At least I can sleep in his class, as long as I don't snore.

The discipline group had basically finished reading the contents of this book during the holidays.

The evaluation of this book can only be described as garbage. Not only because of the weird ideas in the book, but also because this is obviously a book about Defense Against the Dark Arts, well, a book about Defense Against Magic, but there is not a single word about spells in the whole book.

Yes, even if you read the whole book, you will never be able to learn any spell, even the simplest one.

What should we learn if we don't learn defensive magic in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?

How to wear a pink cardigan? How to speak in a little girl's voice?

Just when everyone was trying to find something else to do in this course, Hermione, who was sitting next to Dudley, raised her right hand high.

Umbridge acted as if she hadn't seen it and looked in the opposite direction.

Time passed by minute by minute, but Hermione did not intend to put her hand down, nor did she say anything on purpose, but just raised her arm silently.

According to the class rules, students must raise their hands and get the professor's approval before speaking.

She was clearly following the rule.

Who is Hermione? The lioness of Gryffindor, her action instantly attracted the attention of a large number of young wizards.

In this way, Hermione did not deliberately do anything, but she successfully attracted everyone's attention.

Chapter 361 Gryffindor deducts ten points, Mr. Potter (vote request)

This continued until the attention of everyone in the classroom except Umbridge was focused on Hermione.

Even Umbridge thought that this situation could no longer be ignored.

"Honey, do you have any questions?"

So Umbridge turned around and asked, looking completely as if she had just noticed her.

Just based on her acting skills, she is much better than her immediate superior Fudge.

"What part of the book is confusing to you? Professor Umbridge will be happy to explain it to you."

Hermione shook her head, her eyes fixed on Umbridge. "It's not what's in the book."

Umbridge pretended to be nonchalant and gently avoided her gaze: "If you have other questions, we can talk about it after class."

“I have a question about your course objectives.”

Hermione simply got straight to the point.