HP Magic Biography

"Thank you, principal," Umbridge...well, let me be a professor, Professor Umbridge said with a smirk, "Welcome to us."

Her voice was high-pitched again, rushed and girly, and Harry couldn't explain it with a strong sense of disgust; all Harry knew was everything he hated her: from her stupid voice to her fluffy pink Blue cardigan.

It is hard to imagine what it would be like for a dozens-year-old witch wearing a pink dress and extremely girly to communicate with you in delicate language, anyway, most people can't bear it.

This is not aimed at anyone... Well, this is aimed at Umbridge. Anyway, the first impression on Hogwarts is not very good. Fanlin can tell from the expressions of the people next to him, like Eat... the same disgusting.

However, Umbridge is this style. She will not belittle herself so much. It can be said that she completely ignores this attitude. For a qualified politician, this is just one thing...it belongs to sitting down, and it is both basic operation. Sense of sight.

Umbridge coughed again and continued. "Well, I must say that I am glad to be back at Hogwarts!" she said with a smile showing her very prominent teeth, "and looking at so many happy little faces!"

Harry glanced around. No face he saw was pleasant. Instead, they all looked like they were back when they were five years old.

"She graduated from Hogwarts?" Harry asked.

"Perhaps, I can't guess where the Sorting Hat will put her there anyway." Fanlin shook his head, knowing very little about Umbridge's past. This woman should be a mixed race, which is not in line with Slytherin's. Admissions standards.

However, who can guarantee that the current pure-blood families are not mixed?

It should be said that this woman hides perfection.

"I am very eager to meet each of you, and I am sure we will become good friends!" Umbridge let out a very short laugh, which is strange to match the content. The laugh is like she insists The same squeezed out of his throat.

The students exchanged glances; some were almost laughing.

"As long as I don't borrow her cardigan, I'll always be her friend," Parvati whispered to Lavender, and then both began to giggle.

Professor Umbridge cleared her throat again, but when she spoke again, some rushing noises disappeared from her voice. Now her words are conveyed in a dull voice.

"The Ministry of Magic has always believed that educating young wizards and witches is very important. The precious gifts that accompany your birth will be wiped out without careful education and knowledge. The ancient and unique skills of the wizarding organization must be inherited by future generations to avoid being lost. We The treasures of magical knowledge discovered by the ancestors must be guarded, supplemented and perfected. It is the noble teachers who bear this responsibility." Professor Umbridge paused here, and bowed slightly to the colleagues sitting there, but no A teacher paid the courtesy.

Professor McGonagall’s black eyebrows had shrunk, so she looked like an eagle. Harry clearly saw Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape exchanging meaningful glances, as if only Dumbledore Nodding slightly, while Professor Umbridge cleared his throat again and continued to deliver the speech.

"The past principals of Hogwarts have brought something new to handle the heavy management tasks of this long-established school. That is a matter of course, because without progress, it will stagnate and rot. However, the interest in progress for progress It must stop. The traditions we struggle and test are often perfect. Then this is a balance between new and old, eternity and change, tradition and innovation."

Harry noticed that his attention was being distracted, as if his brain was gradually loosening and moving away. The silence that appeared in the hall when Dumbledore was talking was now broken again, and the students put their heads together, whispered and laughed.

At Ravenclaw's table, Qiu was chatting with friends enthusiastically. Several seats beside Qiu, Luna took out her magazine again.

At the same time, at Hufflepuff’s table, Annie McClan was one of the few students who were still staring at Professor Umbridge, but his eyes were blank, and Harry was sure he was just pretending to listen. To keep the glittering prefect badge on the chest.

Slytherin was more direct. They didn't look at Umbridge at all. Harry saw that Laura was talking to the girl next to him, while Malfoy was talking to Perkins.

No one is interested in what Umbridge said, like hearing a joke, talking about the Ministry of Magic's educational decision at Hogwarts?

Professor Umbridge seemed to have completely ignored the noisy listeners below. Harry even thought that if a large-scale commotion could erupt under her nose, she might be able to put away the tirade.

However, the teachers were listening attentively, and Hermione was also understanding everything she said, even though from the facial expressions, Hermione did not agree with some of her views.

"Because some changes are good, they followed suit. For a long time, these were regarded as errors of judgment. At the same time, some old habits will be retained, and because of this, other habits, those outdated The old and the old should be abolished. Then, let us move forward and enter a new era of openness, efficiency, and responsibility. Keep those that should be retained, improve those that need to be improved, and modify those we find in practice that should be prohibited Yes." She finally sat down.

Dumbledore began to applaud. All the teachers applauded along with Dumbledore, but Harry stopped when he saw a few of the teachers took a symbolic tap or two.

A few students also clapped a few hands, but most of the students didn't notice the end of the speech and didn't even hear a few words. When they reflected that they were about to applaud, Dumbledore had already stood up for the second time.

"Thank you very much, Professor Umbridge, for the enlightening speech," Dumbledore said, bending his waist. "Listen to me now that the Quidditch preliminaries will be held... and more things will be announced after concrete implementation..."

"Yes, this speech is of course enlightening," Hermione whispered.

"You won't tell us that you like this speech?" Ron said with a blank glance at Hermione. "That was the dullest speech I have ever heard, and I grew up with Percy."

"You didn't understand Hermione's meaning, Ron." Fanlin said.

"I said it was enlightening, but I didn't say I liked it," Hermione said. "This speech explains many things."

"Really?" Ron said in surprise. "It sounds as boring as a waffle to me."

"There is something important behind the boring speech," Hermione said seriously.

"What is it?" Ron's mind was blank.

"Regarding'progress must be restricted for the sake of progress', there is also the phrase'modify everything that should be prohibited in practice'."

"Okay, what does that mean?" Ron said impatiently.

"I will tell you what that means," Hermione gritted her teeth. "This means that the Ministry of Magic is going to interfere with Hogwarts."

This caused a shock among them; Dumbledore had clearly announced the end of the meeting because everyone was about to leave the hall. Hermione jumped up, furious.

"One of Fudge's methods." Fanlin said, "To break the independence of Hogwarts, there is no doubt that students who go out from Hogwarts, in some respects, are more inclined to Hogwarts when faced with choices. Gewarts."

Fanlin stood up as he said, but then he paused, and then sat back comfortably.

"Ron! We should lead the freshmen!"

"Oh, yes," Ron apparently forgot this. "Hey-hey-, you are left behind! Little man!"

"Ron!"

"Well, they, they are very small..."

"I know, but you can't call them dwarfs! They are first-year freshmen!" Hermione cried along the table. "Please go here!" A group of freshmen shyly walked to Gryffindor and Hufflepuff College. Between the long tables, no one wants to stand in the lead.

They seemed really small; Harry couldn't remember whether he looked so naive when he came to Howarts. He grinned at the new student. A blushing little boy standing next to Yoan was obviously fainted; he pushed Yoan with his elbow and whispered in his ear. Euan seemed to be equally scared, and looked at Harry with a horrified look, which made Harry feel that his smiling face looked like a silly fool.

"Goodbye," he said to Ron and Hermione depressed, "let's go."

"Oh, I still have a while." Fanlin said, shaking his head.

"Oh, okay..." Harry looked a little frustrated, and then he left the hall alone, ignoring more gossip with all his strength, people staring at him and pointing when he passed by.

When Harry walked through the crowd to the entrance of the hall, his eyes were straight ahead, and once he got out of the hall, he ran up the marble stairs quickly. There was one or two small pauses, and then more people were pulled down.

He didn't want to be so stupid, his thinking became even more annoyed when he passed the more empty staircase corridor. Of course everyone will stare at him; two months ago he wiped out his rivals, then walked out of the maze of the Three Wizards Tournament, and declared that Voldemort had been resurrected. Last semester, before everyone went home, he didn't have time to explain--even he wanted to tell the whole school all the details about the horror in the grave.

Harry had arrived at the common room of Gryffindor College at the end of the corridor and was blocked in front of the portrait of the fat aunt. Only then did he realize that he did not know the new password.

"En" he said gloomily. The fat aunt was smoothing the folds on her pink satin, and looked at him sharply.

"No entry is allowed without a password," she said arrogantly.

"Harry, I know the password!" someone gasped behind him. Harry looked back and saw that it was Neville. "Guess what the new password is? I can actually remember it just once-he shook the pot of plants in his hand that had been displayed on the train, and said, "Mimbras Mimbretonia! "

"Correct," said the fat aunt, her portrait moved away like a door, and a circular hole appeared in the wall behind, and now Harry and Neville could climb over. Gryffindor’s common room is still as popular as usual. It is a comfortable round tower-shaped room filled with damaged soft armchairs and old shaky tables. A fire was blazing in the fireplace, and a few people were cooking here before going to bed; on the other side of the room, Fred and George were concentrating on assembling something.

Harry greeted them and walked directly to the boys' bedroom; he was in no mood to talk at the moment. Neville followed him. Dun Thomas and Simon Finnigan had arrived in the bedroom first, and posted posters and various photos on the wall next to the bed.

They were talking, but Harry stopped when he pushed the door in. Harry now doubted what they were saying, and he also doubted whether he had delusions.

"Hello," Harry said as he walked to his suitcase and opened it.

"Hello, Harry," Thomas was putting up two posters of West Ham United. "How was your vacation?"

"It's not too bad," Harry muttered. In fact, he spends most of his vacation contacting friends. He doesn't want to face it anymore. "How about you?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Thomas said with a chuckle. "Anyway, according to what he just told me, it's better than Seamore."

"Why, what happened, Seamus?" Neville put his pot of plants on the bedside table and asked.

Seamus didn't answer immediately; he was checking whether the poster for his favorite Quidditch team was straight. Then he turned his back to Harry and said, "My mother won't let me come back to study."

"What?" Harry asked as he dragged his robe out.

"She won't let me go back to Hogwarts." Seamus left in front of the poster and dragged out his pajamas, but still did not look at Harry.

"But—why?" Harry said in surprise. He knew that Seamer's mother was a witch, and it was impossible to misunderstand the wizard, so why did she do it like the Dudley family? Seamus didn't answer until he buttoned his pajamas.

"Well," he said in a tentative tone, "I guess it's because of you."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked immediately. His heart beat faster, and he felt vaguely that something was approaching him.

"Well," Seamus still dared not look into Harry's eyes. "She...yes. It's not just you, and Dumbledore..."

"She believes the Daily Prophet?" Harry said~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She thought I was a little liar and Dumbledore was an old fool? "

Seamus looked up at Harry now. "Yes, that's how it is."

Harry was speechless. He threw the wand on the table beside the bed, took off his robe angrily and threw it into the suitcase, then put on his pajamas. He was tired; tired of being stared at and talked about.

If any of them knew, if any of them could understand a little bit about the feeling that everything happened to the same person, Mrs. Finnigan didn't know, that stupid woman, Harry thought a little savagely.

Harry wanted to lie down on the bed and surround himself with a curtain. But before he could do this, Seamus said, "Look at what happened that night, when you know, when you were with Cedric Diggory and the corpse-eaters?" Seamor's voice. It sounds nervous and full of desire. Thomas was leaning forward looking for slippers in his suitcase, and suddenly stopped moving strangely, Harry knew he was listening.

"What are you asking me for?" Harry retorted. "Just read the Daily Prophet like your mother did, why not? It will tell you everything you want to know."