HP Magic Biography

"As for you..." In the end, Umbridge's eyes rested on Fanlin.

"I?"

"I think that Hogwarts should carefully consider your identity. You can become the chairman of the student council if you are not strong enough. I think that Dumbledore's decision is still an open question. I think I will Re-communication with the person in charge of the school, as far as possible, to determine whether you should continue to retain this responsibility, but as the president of the student union, even those around you...

Umbridge hasn't finished speaking, but the meaning is very clear. She needs to find a student representative who can work with her, not this almost blatantly confrontational... diehard?

"You can't do this!" Professor McGonagall's anger could hardly be contained... "This is the decision of the school board..."

"I'm sorry, but I think I have the right to do this... Then, I wish you a pleasant talk."

Umbridge left the room, seemingly satisfied, leaving a terrible silence.

"No," Angelina said in a hollow voice in the common room that night, "No. There are no hunters and batsmen...what else can we do?"

Fanlin saw gloomy and melancholy expressions everywhere. It looked nothing like Gryffindor won the game before. The players sat languidly by the fire. Except for Ron, he had not been seen since the game. .

"It's not fair," Angelina said numbly. "I mean, what did Wallington say about playing Harry with a walk ball after the whistle? Did she ban him?"

"No," Ginny said miserably. She was sitting next to Harry, and Hermione was cuddling Van Lin tightly.

"He was only punished for copying, and I heard Nelson talk about it with a smile during dinner."

"And forbid Fred, he didn't even do anything!" Alia said angrily, hitting her knees with her fists.

"It's not my fault that I didn't do anything?" Fred said, with an ugly expression. "If the three of you weren't pulling me, I could have beaten that despicable guy into a pulp."

"Worst of all, she actually exempted your student council chairperson, obviously you didn't do anything..." Hermione said desperately.

Hearing this, Harry and George looked even more gloomy, even Fred did not avoid it, they were all dragged down...

"It's just a threat, and I haven't done anything..." Fanlin said.

"It's just that Umbridge you made can't see it, and..."

The sound completely disappeared for a while.

Harry looked miserably at the darkness outside the window. Snowing. The golden snitch he was holding was circling around the room.

People watched Vickers and Crookshanks jumping from chair to chair, chasing it.

"I'm going to bed," Angelina said, standing up slowly. "Maybe it's all a nightmare, I wake up tomorrow morning and we haven't played yet..."

Alia and Isabella also left soon. After a while Fred and George also fled to the bed, glaring at everyone passing by, and soon Ginny also went.

Only Harry, Fanlin and Hermione remained by the fire.

"Did you see Ron?" Harry asked in a low voice.

Hermione shook her head.

"I think he's avoiding us," Hermione said.

"Where do you want him to—?" But when I asked, there was a creak from behind, the fat lady stepped aside, and Ron crawled in from behind the portrait.

His face was really pale, and his head was covered with snow.

When he saw Harry, Fanlin and Hermione, he stopped blankly.

"Where have you been?" Hermione said anxiously, jumping up.

"Walk," Ron murmured. He is also wearing Quidditch uniform.

"You look cold," Fanlin said, "Come and sit down!"

Ron walked to the fire and sank into the chair farthest from Harry, not looking at him. The Golden Snitch hovered over his head.

Fanlin immediately put a warm-up spell on Ron, and it was obvious that Ron's spirit was better.

"I'm sorry," Ron whispered, looking at his feet.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Because I thought I could play Quidditch," Ron said. "The first thing I do tomorrow is to resign."

"If you resign," Harry said grumpily, "our team will only have three people left on the bench."

Ron looked completely confused, so Harry continued: "I was suspended for life, and so are Fred and George."

"What?" Ron called.

Harry couldn't bear to say what happened again, so Hermione told him the whole thing.

When she finished speaking, Ron looked more upset than before.

"It's all my fault—"

"You didn't tell me to beat Malfoy," Harry said angrily.

"--If it weren't for my bad performance in Quidditch--"

"—This matter has nothing to do with you."

"—That song stabbed me—"

"—It can't hurt anyone—"

Hermione got up from Fanlin and walked to the window, leaving their quarrel, watching the snow spinning and falling through the window.

"Look, forget it, okay!" Harry shouted. "Even if you don't take the blame on yourself, things are already bad enough!"

Ron didn't speak, just sat there staring at the wet hem of his robe.

After a while he said dullly, "This is the worst day of my life."

"Join the club?" Harry said wryly.

"Okay," Hermione said suddenly, her voice trembling a little. "I can think of one thing that might excite you all."

"Oh, is it?" Harry said suspiciously.

"Yes," Hermione said, leaving the dark, snow-covered window with a bright smile on her face.

"Hagrid is coming back."

"What?" Harry called. Is this true?

"It's true," Hermione said. "Just when you left, Wall was here. I'm sorry... Fanlin, I didn't read your letter on purpose~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but it seems Wall's paws need to be trimmed, the envelope..."

"It's okay, Hermione, you've always been in charge anyway, and we don't have any secrets." Fanlin said quickly, "Then what did it say?"

"Hagrid said he is coming back and hopes to get your help, what else is Glop..."

"Glop?" Fanlin said in surprise, "Hagrid said he wanted to bring him back?"

"He? You mean Glope?" Hermione said in surprise, taking the envelope out of her pocket. The side of the envelope has been cut open. It seems that poor Wall flying skills need to be with Hedwig. Practice for a while.

"Perhaps you will understand that Hagrid is coming back anyway."

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