Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Dumbledore asked.

Dudley replied very decisively, "Yes, I don't believe you can resist not using it."

Dumbledore: "."

It was the first time he was rejected so decisively.

It was also the first time I heard someone say that they didn't believe in Dumbledore.

"If I were Senior Tom, I would definitely tamper with this ring, that's for sure."

Dumbledore also understood that there must be something wrong with the ring, and Voldemort made it very clear that he had tampered with the ring.

But can you, Dumbledore, resist not wearing it? Can you?

Even if the others knew, could they stop Dumbledore? Could they?

This is a conspiracy

Many times, open plots are more effective than any secret plots.

At this moment, the sound of the passage being opened was heard outside the door, followed by a knock on the door of the principal's office.

"Albus, you looking for us?"

Professors McGonagall and Snape walked in from outside. They did not look surprised when they saw Dudley inside.

"No, not Professor Dumbledore, but me."

Dudley said.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape are the professors that Dudley trusts most in the entire Hogwarts except for Dumbledore. Although Professor Flitwick and Sprout are also trustworthy, it is not a good thing to have too many people knowing too much.

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

"what happened?"

The two professors were confused.

"Professor Dumbledore has been targeted by the devil, and his only weakness has been discovered by the devil."

Now that Voldemort has discovered Dumbledore's weakness, he will definitely not give up.

Dudley concealed the part about the Resurrection Stone and told the two professors the rest of the information truthfully. He then calmly wiped the table and the ring inlaid with the Resurrection Stone disappeared.

Whether the Resurrection Stone can be discussed or not, few people can resist not using it. Whether it is Professor McGonagall or Professor Snape, they both have deceased relatives whom they miss very much.

The two professors did not notice this little movement, but Dumbledore did. However, he opened his lips slightly and still did not speak.

"Really? Dumbledore!"

Although they didn't know what Dumbledore's flaw was, their expressions became obviously nervous.

After a pause, Dumbledore finally nodded.

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

If his weakness is discovered by the other party, the consequences will be disastrous.

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

The two professors said this seriously.

Chapter 365 A Drop of Harry's Blood (asking for a monthly ticket)

At night, when the whole Hogwarts was in a sweet dream, a loud voice suddenly rang out in the Hogwarts principal's office, scaring Fawkes so much that he flew out of his nest and circled on the ceiling.

"Ring, ring, answer the phone!"

Then a hemispherical object slowly crawled onto the principal's desk. It was a golden Den Den Mushi. It had a pair of large bloodshot eyes and was shouting everywhere as it climbed.

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

Fox looked very angry, glaring at the golden Den Den Mushi that was making non-stop noise. If it were any other bug, it would have swallowed it in one gulp, but the smart Fox knew that this Den Den Mushi was not its food.

Until Dumbledore took the receiver off it.

Dumbledore was standing at the window not far away. He was not asleep and was looking at the sky, wondering what he was thinking.

Can't sleep at night.

"Hello Albus, it's me."

Grindelwald's magnetic voice came out from the Den Den Mushi. If it were the usual Dumbledore, he would definitely hang up the phone decisively.

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

Instead, he put the receiver to his ear.

"I'm Albus."

Tonight, two centenarians who hadn't had a good chat for half a century stayed up all night and talked on the phone.

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

In the corridor of Hogwarts, two little fat boys who were a head shorter than Harry were constantly apologizing. Both of them had panic-stricken expressions on their faces, and one of them seemed to be about to cry.

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

"It's okay, it's okay." Harry waved his hands repeatedly, patted the dust off his butt, and stood up from the ground. He didn't look injured, but his forehead was scratched and a little blood was flowing out.

"Let us wipe it for you." One of the little fat boys quickly took out a handkerchief and tried to wipe the wound on Harry's forehead in a hurry, but he was stopped by Harry after only a few wipes.

This was not just wiping the blood off him, it was literally like rubbing the handkerchief against his forehead, using his head as a washboard.

It's really rude.

This incident was quite a dramatic one. A few minutes ago, Harry was walking and thinking. Because he was in the Hogwarts castle, Harry's vigilance was at its lowest and he didn't pay much attention to the surrounding environment. Who knew that as soon as he entered the corner, two little fat guys suddenly rushed out of his blind spot. He didn't have time to avoid them and collided directly with them.

It would be fine if it was anyone else. With Harry's physical fitness, even if he deliberately bumped into them, they would just be thrown away. However, it happened to these two heavyweight creatures.

Well, although Harry had more muscles than the two of them combined and was very solid, in terms of weight, he was not as good as either of the other two.

Standing in front of him were simply two solid balls of flesh.

Solid bowling.

Dudley had mentioned to Draco more than once that he wanted to let these two chubby guys participate in sumo wrestling competitions, hoping that they could win a few championships.

"Come on, come on."

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

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

"Why have you two been acting so strangely lately? You didn't even respond to me when I greeted you. It seems like you're deliberately avoiding me. Can you tell me what happened?"

"Draco"

Goyle seemed to want to say something to Draco, but Crabbe quickly pulled his sleeve and made a few eyes at his companion with his fat face, preventing him from saying anything else.

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

The two balls first bowed to Harry with great effort, making Harry a little worried that they would really turn into two bowling balls and roll around. Then they said to Draco with a very unnatural look, "Draco, I'm sorry, we really have something to do. Let's talk next time, let's talk next time."

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

During the whole process, both of them kept their heads down and didn't even look up at them.

With such an obvious attitude, even a pig would know that it is abnormal.

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

"Harry, they took your blood."

Draco said so, their actions were so stupid that they could not be hidden from Harry and Draco's eyes.

"I know."

Harry nodded.

Before school started, Dudley told him that someone would find a way to get a drop of his blood, so it was not surprising that this happened. 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 vigorously on his forehead. Not only was the blood on his forehead wiped off, but even the original wound disappeared.

Except for the lightning-shaped scar on the forehead, there is no other visible wound.

fake?

No, the blood that was taken was indeed Harry's, but the drop of blood that was taken contained not only Harry's blood, but also something else.

"There's 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 a Death Eater, but a neutral party), and they became weird after they came back."

Looking at the direction the two men left, Draco sighed and said, "It's obvious that they have been threatened."

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

"The only people who can threaten them and make them not even dare to ask for help are those people or him."

"But that person actually chose to go to these two idiots to do things. I really don't know what to say."

Although there was sarcasm in the words, there was a strong sense of worry in the tone. In name, he was a follower, but after all, he was a companion who grew up with him. How could he not have any feelings for him at all?

Now is the double monthly ticket time, please give me a ticket

Chapter 366: Very 'Cool' Professor

Umbridge suffered a severe setback in the fifth grade, causing the entire fifth grade to skip classes collectively. The news spread like wildfire in Hogwarts at an incredibly fast speed. After just one day, almost all the young wizards in Hogwarts knew about it and were discussing it all the time.

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

The other young wizards, especially the Gryffindor ones who were eager to create chaos, tried to follow suit as soon as they heard about this. As a result, several of them were put in solitary confinement and several were punished. The group that had been gathered together with great difficulty was broken up in a short time, and they all behaved themselves.

Maybe Umbridge was not outstanding in dueling and her spell skills were mediocre, but when it came to tricks, none of these little wizards could match her.

However, this mentality collapsed after the second Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the fifth year. Compared with listening carefully to other professors' classes, the fifth-year wizards only attended the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class and never attended the second class. Every time, Umbridge was the only one in the classroom.

Umbridge had no other way to deal with this behavior except to gnash her teeth in anger. Her methods could easily make students in other grades obedient, but they didn't work when facing the fifth grade. The fifth grade students unanimously disagreed with her teaching methods.

To be fair, for Umbridge, teaching was not her job at all. She was the Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic and the Senior Investigator of Hogwarts. The purpose of coming to Hogwarts was to investigate Dumbledore. She only needed to collect evidence of Dumbledore's crimes and hand it over to Fudge. Nothing else mattered at all.

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

But she may not care. If you really don't take her seriously, it will irritate her.

For example, Harry and Hermione are already on her blacklist. As for Draco, it depends on how the Malfoy family performs. No action will be taken for the time being.

In terms of status, she is the Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic and Fudge's confidant. She is usually a very respected person in the Ministry of Magic, at least on the surface. But in Hogwarts, the title is just that, and no one listens to her here at all, just like the people from the Urban Management Brigade cannot interfere with the teaching in high schools. The two places belong to different systems.

She couldn't force it, as the Slytherin students had backgrounds that were not easy to deal with. If she forced it, she would most likely receive a howler letter from Fudge.

She went to find Dumbledore, but he seemed to be avoiding her intentionally, and every time she went to look for him, she would find him in vain.

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

Umbridge, who was proud of her status, didn't want this to happen, as it would make her seem useless.

As the Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic, her every word and action represents 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 your O.W.Ls next year. Don't wait until the day of the exam like some people do to regret it."

Umbridge said this more than once when teaching other grades, especially the fourth years.

Very obvious DISS behavior.

Every time she said this, she tried hard to use the soft voice of a young girl and twisted her big fat waist which was as thick as a rice jar.

It makes people feel uncomfortable both physically and mentally.

Umbridge had made up her mind that even if Harry, Draco and other fifth-year students came to beg her, she would not teach them even a single word. This year was a critical year for the O.W.Ls exams, and she didn't believe that these little wizards would not come to beg her.

Yes, that was Umbridge's way, mastering the O.W.Ls.

Normally, students at Hogwarts become very anxious when they enter their fifth year, because this year is a critical year for them and they need to pass the O.W.Ls exams in this year to continue their studies.

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