Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

[From today, Dolores Umbridge is appointed as the first High Inquisitor. ]

[The High Inquisitor can examine the ability of professors and has the right to expel unqualified professors, and then the Ministry of Magic will appoint new candidates. ]

Pushing through the crowd in front, Wayne saw the new notice occupying the center. Next to this paper, there is another one with slightly smaller font.

[Hogwarts High Inquiry Order-All student organizations, associations, teams, or clubs are hereby disbanded.

It is defined that organizations, associations, teams, and clubs refer to regular gatherings of more than three students.

You can request reorganization from the High Inquisitor (Professor Umbridge).

No student organization, association, team, or club may exist without the approval of the High Inquisitor.

If a student is found to be unapproved...immediately be detained for at least one week and the parents will be notified.

The above regulations are in accordance with the "Education Order No. 24". 】

"Will they close the High Step Stone Club?" a second-year student asked worriedly.

"It should be fine." His friend said, and at the same time he was thinking, "Then I want to find someone to play multiplayer battles in "Magic Awakening". Do I have to apply every time?"

"Or should I apply for a game club?"

"Play as you like. I can guarantee that Umbridge won't bother you because of playing games." Wayne spoke up after reading the notice.

Hearing his guarantee, many young wizards around smiled.

When they left, another group of people came, including the twins. Seeing Wayne standing there in thought, Fred curiously patted his shoulder.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking..." Wayne said slowly with a serious expression, "If I date Qiu, Astoria, and Hermione together, do I have to apply to Umbridge for a love club and get her approval?"

Gemini: "......."

Fuck, I really want to hit him.

Of course Wayne was joking. Umbridge's notice was very intimidating to others, but it was like farting to him and was useless.

But this also reflects Fudge's mentality from the side - he is already panicking.

Katerina's successful usurpation of the throne had a huge impact on him. With such an example, he probably fears that a Dumbledore will come out of his bed when he sleeps.

Giving Umbridge the title of senior inquisitor was also to let her quickly weaken 507 Dumbledore's control over Hogwarts.

But this time the power is much smaller than the original trajectory.

At least now, Umbridge, as a senior investigator, cannot expel students. Without this killer weapon, students will be less in awe of him.

That afternoon, Wayne received a letter from Mr. Zhang, saying that Fudge wanted to meet him.

Small world in a suitcase.

"Why did Fudge go through my dad to find you?" Qiu asked in confusion.

"He was afraid that he couldn't invite me." Wayne smiled and put the letter away.

"Then do you plan to go?" Qiu asked again.

"Let's talk about it on the weekend. I'm a good student. How can I leave school casually?" After Wayne said this, Qiu rolled his eyes. If he really counted the number of times he violated school rules, Wayne would definitely be the number one in the history of Hogwarts. The twins were not even worthy of carrying his shoes.

"What do you think, which professor will Umbridge choose to start with?" Hermione also came after reading the notice.

"It could be anyone, but..." Wayne stretched, "I think it's most likely to be Trelawney."

Hermione thought... "If it's Trelawney, maybe it's a good thing?"

"Just wait and see."

Without using the deduction skill, Wayne obviously overestimated Umbridge's intelligence.

She obviously didn't understand the principle of picking the soft persimmon, and the first target to be examined was Professor Flitwick.

In the sixth grade Charms class, Umbridge suddenly visited, and Flitwick didn't take it seriously, just treating her as a guest.

Umbridge tried to ask a few questions, but they were easily resolved. The students also had a high opinion of Flitwick, so he returned empty-handed.

And the second target she chose... was even more shocking.

When Wayne and Hermione walked into the Transfiguration classroom, they were stunned to see Umbridge sitting alone at the back of the classroom, holding a notebook and pretending to be serious.

"How dare she..." Hermione lowered her voice, as if she couldn't believe her eyes: "Does she think she is qualified to evaluate Professor McGonagall?"

Anyone who has been in school for a few years knows the significance of Professor McGonagall to Hogwarts - without her hard work, this broken school would have been disbanded long ago.

"Great." Unlike Hermione's shock, Wayne was excited: "Fight, fight."

Hermione rolled her eyes at the unfocused boy and pulled him to the front to sit down.

Soon, Professor McGonagall strode into the classroom - passing by Umbridge, but didn't even look at her, as if she didn't exist.

"Okay." As soon as Professor McGonagall spoke, the classroom immediately became quiet: "Mr. Finnigan, please come and hand out the homework. Mr. Lawrence, give each student one of this box of mice."

As Wayne waved his wand, the mice in the box automatically flew up and landed accurately in front of everyone. Ron resisted the urge to punch them to death.

Professor McGonagall quietly glared at the lazy Wayne, but didn't say anything else.

"Cough! Cough!" Umbridge coughed deliberately. Professor McGonagall pretended not to hear and continued to teach. "Most students can successfully recite the Vanishing Spell to make the snail disappear. Today we are going to--"

Umbridge coughed twice again.

"Do you have any questions?"Professor McGonagall looked at her, frowning, "If not, please don't disturb my class."

"I just want to know if you received my note informing you of the date of the inspection and--"

"Of course I received it." Professor McGonagall interrupted her unhappily: "If I didn't receive it, how could you stay in this classroom."

Umbridge's face darkened, and Professor McGonagall continued to lecture, explaining the issues that should be paid attention to when the Vanishing Charm acts on mice.

"Cough! Cough!"

"If you cough again, I will ask you to leave!" Professor McGonagall was angry: "I'm afraid your pneumonia will be transmitted to my students!"

A burst of laughter rang out in the class, and Umbridge seemed to be slapped in the face. She didn't speak anymore, but angrily wrote and drew on her notebook.

Professor McGonagall ignored her at all. The so-called review had nothing to do with her. With Umbridge's power, it was impossible to expel a dean.

Students practiced the Vanishing Charm with mice, and Umbridge stopped Professor McGonagall who wanted to patrol.

"Don't you think the Vanishing Charm is too advanced for fifth graders?"

"This spell is very dangerous. If you accidentally point your wand at a classmate, it will cause unpredictable consequences."

Hearing her reason for picking a fight, Professor McGonagall was so angry that she laughed.

"They are in the fifth grade, not five years old. If they can make such a mistake, they are not qualified to enter Hogwarts."

"But can you guarantee that there will be no mistakes?"

"No, I can't." Professor McGonagall looked at her mockingly, "But I can guarantee that I have mastered the counter-spell of the Vanishing Spell. No matter what trouble they cause, I have the ability to solve it."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot that you didn't even take my advanced class and don't understand the overly advanced Transfiguration."

"I misunderstood you, Professor Umbridge."

"Haha--uh!"

When the two were talking, they happened to be standing not far from Ron and Harry. Harry held back, but Ron couldn't help laughing out loud. (chdc)

Fortunately, Harry was quick-witted and covered Ron's mouth.

But unfortunately, Umbridge still heard it.

Umbridge glared at Ron fiercely, and said to Professor McGonagall with anger: "I will record everything you said and report it to the experts of the Ministry of Magic."

"As you like, but don't follow me anymore and don't disturb my normal class progress." Professor McGonagall turned and left.

"Mr. Finnigan, if you blow up this rat again, I will put you in detention!"

"Miss Brown, this is just a rat, don't be so scared..."

".........."

When the get out of class was over, Umbridge left with only a sentence "Wait for my notice in ten days" and left.

And then, as if she had a fight with the fifth grade, she chose to audit Newt's class again.

She was originally a temporary substitute.The teacher of the class, Newt doesn't care about the so-called review.

The two didn't even exchange a word during the whole class.

In the Gryffindor common room, Harry hurried back after class.

Ever since the conversation with Wayne at the door of the divination classroom, Harry has been thinking about how to make more people believe what he said.

After spending a lot of money during this period, he was welcomed by his classmates and had a new understanding.

It's not enough to be generous, he also needs to show his strength.

Mr. Guy said that he wanted to let others know how powerful he is.

Harry is not modest. In the whole school, as long as Wayne and the girls around him are removed, no one is his opponent.

Now, he needs to find a way to show his strength to his classmates.

Teaching!

If Umbridge doesn't teach useful things, he will teach it himself.

This will not only improve his reputation, but also show his strength during class.

I, Harry Potter, Lawrence's direct disciple, have been learning for three years, so I am more than capable of teaching some simple spells.

Just at this time, Hermione came back.

Harry hurriedly greeted her with a flattering smile, "Hermione, can you do me a favor?"

The little witch was frightened by Harry's weird smile and took two steps back: "What favor?"

"I need some way to secretly contact my classmates without being noticed by Umbridge."

"What do you want to do?"

Harry did not hide his thoughts and repeated them.

Hermione became interested: "Teaching? It's a good idea. Ten Galleons, I can help you get it done, and I can also help you contact your classmates."

Harry: "........"

Sure enough, people of the same kind don't enter the same door.

It costs money to ask Wayne for help. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

It costs money to ask Hermione!

It was Saturday, and Wayne returned to London.

Before treating the Longbottoms, he first visited Fudge's manor.

"Minister."

"Mr. Lawrence, please take a seat." Fudge asked the house elf to serve tea. Wayne also saw Fudge's wife, an ordinary middle-aged woman.

Nodding to Wayne, Fudge's wife walked out of the reception room.

"Do you know anything about what's going on in Eastern Europe?" After the others left, Fudge asked impatiently without even the usual greetings.

"You want to ask, will Dumbledore do that?" Wayne didn't beat around the bush.

"That's right." Fudge rubbed his palm nervously: "Armed seizure of power... He has the ability to do it."

"He does have the idea of ​​becoming the Minister of Magic now." Wayne said seriously.

"Damn..." Fudge's face was as gloomy as water.

He knew that no one could remain unmoved by power, and his previous indifference was gone.It was Dumbledore's disguise.

"Mr. Minister, your resignation is a foregone conclusion." Wayne said mercilessly under Fudge's pale face, "and the countdown has begun."

"Don't even think about how to stay. Just work with me with peace of mind. I guarantee that you will have no worries about food and clothing in the future and a decent exit."

The senior consultant of the Magic Development Association is the retirement guarantee Wayne gave to Fudge, and he can receive a considerable salary every month.

At this point in the transaction, Wayne's people have been placed in various important positions in the Ministry of Magic. If he sneezes, the Ministry of Magic will be shaken three times.

Even if Fudge wants to regret, he doesn't have the strength to do so.

Fudge also understood this truth, but he still wanted to struggle and cheer, "I have sent people to look everywhere, and found no trace of the Dark Lord's activities."

"The movement over there was caused by Tom." Wayne said lightly, "Voldemort is planning a big event, you will know when the time comes."

This is the news from old Malfoy, Voldemort is indeed a little impatient.

"I know." Fudge leaned back in his chair dejectedly, as if his strength was drained.

"Use Umbridge a few more times." Wayne reminded: "My tolerance for her is almost the same."

"You are free." Fudge replied weakly: "Whatever you need to do, just write to me directly."

Seeing his appearance, Wayne also knew that Fudge needed time to adapt, and without staying too long, he got up and went to St. Mungo's.

The Longbottoms have almost recovered, and this time the treatment is to transmit the complete dream into their brains.

As for when they will recover, it depends on their current ability to accept. .