The Admiral of Hogwarts

The next day, after finishing breakfast, they boarded the Knight Bus back to Hogwarts. Sirius seemed a bit reluctant when they were about to leave, after all, Harry was his only family now.

When getting on the bus, he promised Harry that he would go to town to see him next Hogsmeade weekend. At the same time, he gave Harry a two-way mirror for usual communication.

"This is a rare item. As long as you hold one mirror, you can contact the holder of the other mirror at any time." Looking at Harry carefully putting away the mirror, Hugo sighed at Sirius's concern for his godson.

"Is this thing very precious?" As Harry, who had lived in the Muggle world since childhood, didn't know much about the magical world.

"Of course, it's very precious. At least if you were to buy it, the money for two pairs of two-way mirrors would be enough to buy a Nimbus 2001." As an alchemist, Hugo naturally knew something about these alchemical tools. "More importantly, it's priceless."

It has to be said that with the help of magic, many things in the wizarding world are much better than the technological products outside, which is why some pure-bloods have always looked down on Muggles.

However, unlike those things in the Muggle world, the biggest feature of these things is that they are expensive and cannot be mass-produced, so except for a few wealthy wizards in the wizarding world who can use them, other people basically cannot enjoy them.

And this is why Hugo thinks the wizarding world is backward, because such a social production level is stuck at the level of handicraft workshops and it is difficult to go further.

For safety reasons, Mr. Weasley and his wife, who had recovered fairly well, also boarded the bus with them as escorts. Fortunately, it was peaceful along the way, and they arrived at Hogwarts Castle smoothly.

Things became very bad as soon as the school started, because Umbridge assigned a lot of essays, trying to make every student have no intention of doing other things. Hugo even felt that if he wanted to finish these things, he might need all of his spare time.

In fact, because this year is an exam year, Hugo does not reject writing homework, but the problem is that the homework assigned by Umbridge has no value other than wasting pens, ink, and paper.

Fortunately, although the ship girls are busy, they still have time to write things. So Hugo simply let the ship girls who were free write his homework for him and then transmitted it back through the sub-dimension.

The climate in Scotland in late winter and early spring was a bit bad. The weather had been gloomy since the end of the Christmas holiday, and as time went by, everyone's mood became similar to the weather.

In addition to assigning a pile of worthless homework, Umbridge also began to use that quill pen filled with dark magic on a large scale to physically punish students.

The reason for taking such extreme measures may be because she felt that she could no longer control the situation in the school, so she could only use violent means to shut everyone up.

Moreover, Umbridge was selective when choosing people to punish, often choosing students whose families had no power or influence in the wizarding world.

In this way, even if some students' parents protested against this punishment, the Ministry of Magic would have a way to suppress those protests.

And in this wave of attacks, Umbridge of course focused on the Gryffindor students, especially those students whom he believed to be related to Dumbledore.

For example, Harry was injured many times because of this attitude. This was because he made very little progress in the Occlumency practice taught by Professor Snape, and also because the relationship between his father and Snape made him suffer a lot in class.

So all these frustrating things made him unable to control his temper and confront Umbridge in a certain class, questioning her classroom order and teaching content.

As a result, he was naturally put in detention by that pink toad, and when he came back from Umbridge the next night, he had fresh white scars on his hand.

"Please, I know you have money, but you can't spend it like this." Hugo said, casting a Transfer Charm again in an empty classroom to transfer the dark magic damage from Harry's hand, "Can't you just endure it for a while?"

"But you also know how annoying that old toad is in class." Looking at the wisps of black mist seeping out of his hand, Harry defended. "I haven't hit her, which is already a lot of self-control."

"What you said also makes sense, but the problem is that guy will be staying in the school for a long time. If you don't find a way, this situation will become the norm." Hugo sighed as he looked at the gradually rotting piece of beef.

"Do you think we can report Umbridge for using dark magic items?" Ginny asked, looking at Harry's hand with distress, "That quill pen is obviously an illegal dark magic item."

"That's indeed a good idea, but unfortunately it can't be realized at all." Hugo sighed and shook his head at Harry:

"Is it true that every time you finish writing a sentence, the wound on the back of your hand will heal quickly, leaving only a little pain, but this pain will slowly accumulate until you finish detention, and this pain has accumulated to the point where it is unbearable."

"I can endure that pain." For a young man of this age, he naturally doesn't want to be looked down upon, especially in front of the girl he likes, so Harry immediately retorted to Hugo's last sentence.

"No, that's not what I meant." Hugo sighed a little helplessly, "What I mean is to ask what that black quill pen feels like to you. Is it gradually deepening as I said before."

"Yes, that's exactly it." Harry scratched his head a little embarrassedly after hearing what Hugo said. "What's the situation."

"This reaction means that the outer layer of the dark magic pen made by Umbridge probably has a magic similar to a healing spell, so it covers up the internal dark magic power fluctuations." Hugo said with a serious face.

"So if ordinary people don't destroy that quill pen, they can't detect the dark magic inside at all, and as the High Inquisitor of Hogwarts and the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic, no one can destructively inspect her magic items."

"More importantly, Umbridge came to the school to do these things under the order of the Minister for Magic, so if there are no accidents, it is impossible for us to achieve our goal by complaining to the Ministry of Magic."

"Can we find something from the origin of this pen, such as buying illegal dark magic products?" Hermione thought of something. "I remember the Auror Office doesn't seem to listen to Fudge very much."

For Hugo and the others, knowing the internal situation of the Ministry of Magic is not too difficult. On the one hand, Percy often talks about things there, and on the other hand, Javelin, who is now a formal Auror, can get more information.

"We shouldn't be able to find anything." Hugo thought for a while and shook his head, "As far as I know, Umbridge is a very careful person. So she shouldn't leave any handle in this regard. And I think it's very likely that she made this pen herself."

"Are you kidding me?" Harry gave a contemptuous laugh when he heard what Hugo said, "That old woman who only lets us read has this level of skill?"