Chapter 452
A flock of owls rushed in and startled Umbridge, and the new envelopes fell like rain.
After completing the task, the postmen left with satisfaction.
Umbridge dared to pick up the letters.
Originally, she thought that the Ministry of Magic had another urgent matter, but when she saw the signatures of the professors on the new envelopes, she felt something bad.
After opening and reading the envelopes one by one, her expression was completely distorted, her fingers trembled slightly, and she wanted to tear all the letters into pieces.
There was no nonsense on it, all of which were application forms and notes from professors:
If you agree, please sign and send the list back. If you disagree, please send it back with the explanation and the list.
Looking at Professor Sprout's list of only two shovels, Umbridge's eyes darkened and she almost fainted.
This was clearly a joke on her!
But she couldn't think of any good way to retaliate for a while.
Umbridge knew that she couldn't turn her face again because, as McGonagall said, this was her job and the first educational order she made.
So no matter what, these applications must be processed.
When she thought of the successful smiles on the faces of those professors after she passed, Umbridge became ruthless.
Let alone two shovels, even if you want to buy a handful of soil, I can find a reason to refuse.
With anger, Umbridge lay on the table and began to write instructions.
In the next few days, in order to deal with the endless applications from professors, she spent almost all her time on issuing invoices.
Even when teaching students, she let the little wizards study on their own and were not allowed to make any noise, so as not to disturb her making up excuses, which made everyone hate her a lot more.
If you don't want to be a professor, don't come. You are just occupying the toilet without doing shit. You don't want to teach, but we still want to learn magic.
It's a pity that Umbridge didn't even raise her head during the whole class, and she didn't see the resentment in everyone's eyes.
She was also stubborn. Her hands were twitching from writing these days, but she didn't approve a single application.
The professors were not in a hurry either, and they saw who could outlast the other.
Mrs. Hooch applied for everything from the small brushes used to care for the flying broomsticks to the parts on the broomsticks separately, focusing on meticulousness.
If there was really nothing needed, she could help other professors.
But Wayne felt that the trouble was too light, and he had to add some more explosive stuff.
On Thursday morning, the Daily Prophet was delivered to the students on time.
Seeing the cover title, the people who were still sleepy instantly became spectators, and their spirits were shocked.
Fred and George even read out the contents of the newspaper word by word loudly, so that the little wizards who didn't subscribe to the newspaper could hear it clearly.
"Is the Hogwarts financial auditor embezzling money? Students need to bring their own teaching aids to class."
"According to people familiar with the matter, the current Director of the Education Department of Hogwarts, the firstWith the intervention of the Financial Auditor, it is heading in an unpredictable direction."
"Oh?"
"The Ministry of Magic and the school board provide a large amount of donations every year to ensure the smooth and orderly operation of the school."
"Really?"
"But after the establishment of the audit system, the students clearly felt the lack of educational resources, so much so that there was a strange sight of three students practicing on the same broomstick."
"Wow~! "
Fred's voice became louder and louder, and George was there to help him. Not only the Gryffindor students, but the entire hall, except for the farthest Slytherins, could hear it clearly.
Including the professors in the guest of honor seats.
The professors also stopped talking, and listened to Fred reading the newspaper with a half-smile, and admired Umbridge's expression from time to time.
The words in the article became more and more sharp, and all the faults were attributed to Umbridge.
She managed a large amount of funds, but she was unwilling to use it for education, which made people wonder if the money had been misappropriated by her.
"Stop reading!" Umbridge finally exploded and screamed. Fred heard it, smiled at his brother, and finished reading the article by himself.
"Fifty points deducted from Gryffindor! I told you to stop reading, didn't you hear me? ”
“I have never heard of losing points for reading newspapers.” Professor McGonagall choked.
But she did not add the points back.
She really could not find a suitable reason to give the twins extra points, and planned to make up for it from other students in the future.
Umbridge left the table in anger. She knew that she could not stop the message from spreading in the school, so she could only go back and write to Fudge.
Before leaving, she looked at Wayne deeply.
Anyone with a little status would know the relationship between the Daily Prophet and the Greengrass family. She did not believe that Lawrence did not have a hand in this.
Wayne seemed to have sensed something, turned his head and met Umbridge's sinister eyes, and smiled politely.
So what if you know?
Can you still take revenge on me?
Wayne lip-synced a few words, and Umbridge understood.
“Look at your father. "
Soon, everyone knew that Umbridge had embezzled school funds.
Everyone looked at her strangely throughout the day.
On the surface, they were respectful, but when they walked away, the students would gather together and whisper, discussing what she had bought with the huge sum of money.
Umbridge was full of anger, but she had no way to vent it.
You can't punish all the students who whispered.
So it was the last class in the afternoon.
She finally found a reason to vent.
The class was as boring as ever, but before the get out of class ended, Umbridge emphasized the importance of theory again, and Harry couldn't help it.
"What use is theory in the real world?" Harry raised his fistHe raised his head high and asked loudly.
Umbridge was not angry but happy. She was waiting for Harry to take the bait. "This is a school, not the real world, Mr. Potter."
"But we also need to be prepared to meet the enemies waiting outside!"
"Nothing is outside, Mr. Potter. Did someone tell you something?" Umbridge said with a strong hint, and then looked at Harry expectantly, wanting him to say the name.
"No one told me anything. I saw it with my own eyes." Harry looked at him coldly: "Voldemort is back. I saw it. Fudge saw it. It was Wayne who saved me."
Ron gasped, Lavender Brown let out a low scream, and Neville almost fell off the bench.
Among all the people in the room, only Hermione looked normal. Umbridge was not afraid either. She showed a vicious and satisfied expression on her face.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter."
"Only ten points?" Harry gave up and laughed sarcastically.
Umbridge ignored him. She propped her fat hands on the podium, leaned forward slightly, and looked at everyone with two gloomy eyes.
"Listen, ladies and gentlemen, someone told you that a dark wizard has returned from the dead."
"He is not dead." Harry looked at her coldly: "But yes, he is back."
"Don't you just want to hear that name from my mouth? Don't be delusional. I saw everything myself, without any instructions from anyone."
"Stubborn, Mr. Potter." Umbridge said, just at this time the bell rang, she continued: "Detention, Mr. Potter, in my office at five o'clock tomorrow evening." (To read the exciting novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
"I say again, the Ministry of Magic guarantees that you will not encounter any danger from dark wizards."
After that, she walked away with the book, her steps lighter.
The class was silent for a moment, and then the students walked out of the classroom one after another, most of them avoiding Harry intentionally or unintentionally.
Seamus and Thomas patted his shoulders: "Harry, we believe you, you won't deceive us with such lies."
Harry was touched and felt that everything was worth it.
Back in the common room, there was a large space around Harry and Ron, but Harry didn't care. There were always ignorant people. It was not their fault. It was only the influence of magic in the world.
It was quieter with fewer people.
"Ron, what would happen if I didn't go to detention?" Harry asked.
He was also inspired by Wayne. As long as he gave up on himself, Umbridge would have no way to deal with him.
Ron inserted the card pack he had just bought into the game console. When he saw that it was all blue sky and white clouds, with only a touch of purple, his face fell, and then he replied:
"Gryffindor will be deducted 200 points. If Professor McGonagall is happy, you will be beaten half to death. If she is not happy... brotherYou are blessed."
Harry shuddered uncontrollably.
She was not afraid of Umbridge, but Professor McGonagall...
Forget it, let's go ask the professor first.[]
Harry immediately went out of the lounge to find Professor McGonagall. Ten minutes later, he was kicked out of the office with a bitter face.
Sure enough, although Professor McGonagall was very dissatisfied with Umbridge's punishment, it was the professor's right.
Not everyone has the confidence of Wayne. If one or two people learn from Wayne, how can they manage students in the future?
Harry still felt something was wrong after leaving the door.
Umbridge's last expression was too excited. She didn't have the anger of being contradicted at all. Instead, she was waiting to put him in detention.
Having been tricked by the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for four years, Harry was very experienced and alert.
After thinking for a while, he did not go upstairs, but continued to walk downstairs, ready to hug Wayne's thigh.
At the same time.
A beach on the east coast of England.
Voldemort Apparated on a huge reef, with his hands behind his back, looking up at the cliff not far away, his eyes flickering.
Voldemort has been dormant for some time, but he has not done anything.
He first secretly gathered the old subordinates who were still outside, and then began to attack the Dementors in Azkaban.
If successful, not only will he have an extra Dementor army, but he will also be able to use his own effective Release his men.
Among the Death Eaters back then, the most loyal ones to him were either dead or imprisoned in Azkaban. Those who stayed outside were fence-sitters and marginal figures, and those inside were the elite.
Until things made initial progress, Voldemort had time to do his own private affairs.
Horcrux.
After learning that Tom was resurrected with the help of the Horcrux, Voldemort was angry and panicked.
The soul fragments in the diary can be resurrected, so what about other Horcruxes?
There are also factors that he is unwilling to think about until now.
But sooner or later, he will have to face it, so Voldemort is ready to check the status of his Horcruxes one by one.
The figure turned into a ball of black mist, and Voldemort flew directly Arriving at the bottom of the cliff, he dived into the water and came to a bright rock wall, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
The trap was still there.
Without hesitation, he cut a wound on his arm, and the wound healed automatically until the blood activated the stone wall to reveal the passage.
Voldemort continued to move forward, and when he came into the cave, his face changed.
The lake of Inferi that was originally carefully arranged turned into sea water, and the Inferi, the boat, and even the magic runes that prohibited flying disappeared!
Voldemort flew to the island in the center of the lake with anger and panic.
The stone basin was filled with green liquid, which was the magic potion he prepared. Drinking it would not only poison you, but also cause the Inferi at the bottom of the lake to riot.
Voldemort's face was cloudy and sunnyUncertain, he wanted to check the condition of the Horcrux, but he had never thought of breaking this magic when he set it up.
So even if he was now, he couldn't directly take out the locket inside to feel the state of the soul fragment.
After hesitating for a long time, Voldemort still drank the potion.
The Inferi was gone, and his body had been transformed many times, so he was resistant to the potion. He would be weak for a while after drinking it, but at least his life would not be in danger.
Obviously someone had discovered this place and tried to take his Horcrux away.
He had to take the locket to a safer place and hide it.
Enduring great pain, Voldemort drank all the potion into his stomach, only to feel that his throat was dry as if on fire, and the magic power in his body was about to dissipate.
Forcing himself to hold the locket in his hand, Voldemort's face suddenly changed.
Fake, he didn't feel any breath of the Horcrux at all!
Click!
The box made a crisp sound and opened automatically. A note floated out from it and appeared in front of Voldemort.
"Suprise mother fucker~!——by Lawrence"
A small ball the size of a soybean exploded, and green smoke enveloped Voldemort.
"Lawrence, you TM...vomit!".