Hogwarts Homecoming

"Prove that you are more professional than the students."

Umbridge was stunned for a moment, and she turned around and looked at the little wizards in the hall below. Many people showed provocative expressions to her, and some students simply expressed anger to her. Of course, there were also some little wizards who lowered their heads guiltily after meeting her gaze. The parents of these children probably worked in the Ministry of Magic and knew the consequences of offending her.

"If you mean that I can't compare with a group of little wizards who haven't graduated, and Brian is not capable of teaching them, is that right?"

"I think you'd better not underestimate this group of outstanding young people taught by Hogwarts."

Amosta smiled.

"These children may lack experience, Ms. Umbridge--"

Dumbledore also said calmly,

"But they are undoubtedly more energetic. As Amosta said, it is irrational to underestimate them, and teaching them requires outstanding abilities."

The professors at the faculty table proudly puffed up their chests, and none of them gave Umbridge a good face.

The clever children had anticipated what would happen next. Except for a few students whose parents worked in the Ministry of Magic, all the students in the physical education class were excited.

This was a real fight!

Since the physical education class was opened, Professor Brian had been strictly controlling their behavior, not allowing them to fight among themselves, and not allowing them to use wands when they had conflicts with classmates in school. They had never had any chance to show off, but now, there was a godsend opportunity for them to show off, and the opponent was the famous Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic.

Lucius Malfoy looked at Umbridge, whose chest was rising and falling more and more rapidly, and although his face was stern, he had already predicted that Umbridge might be ruined.

From the situation of his practice with Draco, if these students taught by Brian himself could reach Draco's level, they might not win against Umbridge alone, but they would definitely not lose. If three or two of them came together, then Umbridge would only be abused.

Lucius turned his head and glared at Draco, who was also eager to try, with a warning.

Umbridge was destined to lose, but whoever made her lose in this situation would surely suffer from Umbridge's crazy revenge, and Lucius would not allow Draco to be the first to take action.

"How ridiculous!"

Umbridge, who could not bear the insult, waited for Amosita viciously and shouted,

"You actually think I can't deal with a few furry kids, Brian!"

"Oh, furry kids?"

Harry had already started to roll up his sleeves, and the look in his green eyes was like a lone wolf, firmly locking Umbridge above the auditorium,

"I want to let her taste the power of furry kids. Please, if Professor Brian doesn't choose me to play, I will hate him for the rest of my life."

"So, do you want to try, Ms. Umbridge?"

Amosita smiled leisurely,

"Oh, these children are usually in groups of three when practicing, and they fight as a team. Of course, this may not be fair to you, so. If you can hold on for more than a minute, I will recognize that you have the ability to teach young wizards."

Hold on for a minute? !

Umbridge was so angry that her hair stood up. She knew that she was definitely not a match for Brian, but Brian actually looked down on her magic. Even if she put aside the grudges between the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts, she could not stand it!

"Come on, Brian, just do as you say. I will show you the ability of senior officials of the Ministry of Magic."

Umbridge said in a ferocious tone,

"Oh, but you'd better prepare a stretcher in advance!"

"Ah, this is indeed a reasonable suggestion."

Amosta smiled and tilted his head to look at Madam Pomfrey,

"Can you prepare a stretcher for Madam Umbridge? She will need it later, Madam Pomfrey?"

The laughter of the little wizards even shook the windows of the auditorium, and even many professors laughed out loud.

Amosta ignored Umbridge's cannibalistic expression, and ignored Dumbledore's eye reminder to let him control the situation a little bit.

Under Umbridge's stern gaze, Amosita walked out from behind the staff table. He clapped his hands twice, and the messy food on the four long tables disappeared instantly.

The young wizards stood up one after another, and the tables and long benches in front of them slowly floated above everyone's heads. After a series of complex aggregation and deformation, a huge stage landed on the ground.

Now, it's time to choose an opponent for the Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic.

Needless to say, the young wizards all understood that Professor Braine would definitely choose his physical education students, and Amosita did so.

His indifferent eyes wandered over the young wizards who were crowded together, and the best ones in the previous physical education classes, such as Harry from Gryffindor, Cedric from Hufflepuff, and Draco from Slytherin.

These people were excluded by him, and the reason was very simple. Umbridge was destined to hate the person who made her embarrassed today, and Cedric's father worked in the Ministry of Magic. Letting Draco play was completely a trap for Lucius.

As for Harry, Amosstar of course noticed Harry's extremely eager eyes. Letting Harry play could indeed better stimulate Umbridge and prompt the Ministry of Magic to make the final stupid move, but Amosstar would not let Harry play. He had to consider the risk of him losing control.

"Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood!"

Amosta's quiet voice resounded through the auditorium, causing cheers and cries of dissatisfaction intertwined in the auditorium, and the chandeliers hanging from the shaking ceiling clanked.

"Quiet!"

Amosta said with dignity. He turned to Umbridge, who was looking at him coldly.

"These three students are my teaching assistants, and they will be responsible for your test."

Students are responsible for the test

Umbridge's bulging eyes no longer revealed anger, but murderous intent. She didn't bother to say a word, she took out the wand directly from her pink coat pocket, and then strode towards the stage. But when she came on stage She encountered some minor difficulties.

The stage conjured by Amosta was too strenuous for her short and stubby figure, and she couldn't jump on it at all, so she could only wave her wand to pull a step out of the air to help herself get on the stage, and this clumsy move It triggered contemptuous laughter from the little wizards, especially the students in the physical education class.

"If you can't get her down within ten seconds, Hermione—"

Harry, who was aggrieved, pulled out Hermione and said through gritted teeth,

"Then I will"

"That's it, Harry?"

Hermione's face was also frosty, but she looked calm.

"You will never copy my homework again?"

Harry was speechless.

Putting aside Harry's hand, Hermione walked towards the stage with her head held high. She was mentally prepared to go on stage before Professor Blaine opened his name.

Professor Brain wants to teach Umbridge a lesson, but he cannot choose young wizards who are too impulsive, such as Harry, nor can he choose those who work in the ministry or have too deep connections between their families and the ministry. In this way, Slytherin is basically They have all been excluded, and she still has the ability to be top-notch in physical education classes and be representative, so as a teaching assistant, she, Neville and Luna are the most suitable ones.

"Hey, it's your turn to show up, Neville!"

Ron withdrew his envious eyes from Hermione's back and turned to look at Neville who was rubbing something on his waist. Neville, who had been so confused in the past, made Ron subconsciously show a look of horror.

"You didn't lose your wand, did you?"

"Oh, of course not-"

Neville, who seemed to have found something, tugged on the bag under the wizard's robe. He showed a smile that was different from the one he had shown during this period, and said briskly to all the Gryffindor classmates who urged him,

"Watch me go up and cut her."

Immediately, like Hermione, he walked towards the high platform with high spirits and jumped on easily. On the other side of the stage, Luna, who had an iron cap of butterbeer tied around her neck, suddenly flashed her silver eyes and hummed. Little tune, jumping up and down with Hermione and Neville.