Chapter 851: Touch and Reverse Scales (6000 chapters, ask for a monthly ticket)
Compared with entering the illusion, it is actually more troublesome to escape.
This is like hacking into an electronic surveillance camera. After making trouble in the bedroom, you still have to remember the original positions of the pillows and bedside dolls, and match the movements with the environment before dispelling the illusion. Only then can you successfully hide the mystery.
If the deviation value is too large, even if Umbridge is a Muggle, she will be able to tell that she has been tricked.
For example, at least Elena and Hermione should sit upright and the tabletop should be tidy again.
After a few minutes.
Snapped.
"Okay, the homework and excerpts will be handed over to me before next Tuesday night, and I will leave them with you for now..."
Elena snapped her fingers and dispelled the illusion magic surrounding them.
As the "binary rewind structure transformation magic" disappeared, Elena quickly stood up and clapped her hands, using her body movements to connect the incongruous situation when reality and illusion overlapped at that moment, attracting other students in the classroom.
of attention.
But from Hermione's point of view, even if it wasn't so rigorously staged, it didn't matter.
After copying the text all afternoon, most of the students' eyes were a little dazed, like dolls with empty eyes.
"Did you see that if it weren't for me, you would still have the same look on your face now?"
Elena gave Hermione a proud look, and her little fur swayed majestically from side to side on top of her head.
Hermione curled her lips rather speechlessly and rolled her eyes.
"Oh, stinky chess basket"
"...Next time I'll just switch to Go. I'll pay as many times as I lose, and I'll stop after winning three rounds."
Elena's mouth twitched, thinking in her mind that in her impression Europeans and Americans were not good at this kind of chess game.
You know, even though she secretly criticized Hermione from time to time as if she was a humanoid Calculator.
But in fact, Hermione only has memory and a slightly stronger learning ability, but it is still far from the level of an artificial intelligence brain.
When the magic world's ternary computer is developed, the first thing Elena does is to ask scholars to try to develop a chess-playing logic that can automatically iterate, and then let Hermione experience the limits of human wisdom.
Ignoring the provocation and joking in Calculator Ji's eyes, Elena glanced at Umbridge who had already walked out of the classroom, looked at the little wizards who were still in a trance in the classroom, and said refreshingly.
"Don't worry about homework and texts. Let's go eat first. Eating is the most important thing! Then go back and have a good rest..."
"Just before next Tuesday night? That would be a little easier."
Neville Longbottom shook his sore wrist, wrinkled his face, and sighed.
"I don't even know where I missed the copy, and I don't know where I can find the original version of this book to compare."
"It's okay, you can copy mine and Hermione's..."
Elena replied rather generously, and despite Hermione's disdainful eyes, she shamelessly spread her hands and continued to explain.
"Sorry? Other than that? I can't help you much..."
"At most, Hermione and I can give you some tips for after-school homework? You know? Just the same ones as last semester, just for reference? But you can't directly copy the whole text of the 'tips'. The rest is up to you.
Already."
Except for a few small wings, she has no plans to make her exclusive cheating methods public for the time being.
Are informants not uncommon in Hogwarts? How did you manage to fool that toad? She didn't intend to show off her cards so early. Gilderoy Lockhart had better not abuse this card, otherwise sooner or later he would come out.
Big problem.
Besides, at least at this stage, it is not a bad thing to let these little wizards copy textbooks.
If nothing else happens, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class will undergo certain changes within half a month at most.
After learning about Umbridge's teaching methods, Professor Remus Lupine, who is now the head of the Defense Against the Dark Arts subject at Hogwarts, will definitely step in to add the missing practice to the students' current courses.
part.
When students have a solid foundation of theoretical knowledge, and then experience Professor Lupine's interesting practical teaching, by comparison, students can more deeply appreciate the cuteness of "Moon Face". As for Umbridge
, as the bad guy who makes a fool of herself? She plays the role directly, which can make students know how to cherish the time in practical classes.
"Huh? Professor Umbridge? It's really terrible..."
Harry said with a heavy heart. He seemed to have foreseen the countless miserable days in the future.
"You have never seen a scarier side, Harry. She is the Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic."
Draco Malfoy stretched his sore shoulders and sighed with lingering fear.
"I have a hunch that this may be just a small situation at the beginning. My father once said at home that any wizard who can become a senior official in the Ministry of Magic will definitely not be someone that ordinary wizards can deal with... In the past
Later... alas..."
"Well, but...I think she's a little perfunctory..."
Justin Finch-Fletchie shrugged his shoulders and while clearing the desktop, complained in a low voice, "Today's entire class consisted of copying and reading aloud. If this continues in the future, this professor's job will be too easy, right?"
"Maybe because this is the first class? I heard that Professor Umbridge only officially joined the job yesterday."
"Alas, Professor Apokalis's class is still interesting..."
"I heard from my father that the Ministry of Magic has objections to Professor Apokalis's teaching methods. They believe that was the way to train fighting wizards hundreds of years ago, and now that we are in a peaceful era, there shouldn't be so much confrontation...
"
"But it's not safe outside. Didn't we just catch a mysterious man's fanatic crowd in school last semester?"
"..."
Amidst the low complaints from the students, Elena and Hermione looked at each other and did not participate in the discussion.
For Hermione, it was the first time in her history that she had played for most of the class. Although she was excited, she still felt a little embarrassed and guilty. Elena's reason was even simpler. This was all in the first place.
She expected it.
The only thing that disappointed her was that Umbridge didn't seem to be that hated now.
Based on this accumulation of emotions, Elena estimated that if she wanted to cause strong resistance among the students, she would have to wait at least half a month, or about a month... Maybe she would have to find a way to help Umbridge accumulate some
Some anger.
As for this period of time, she doesn't have to copy the text anyway, wouldn't it be fun to play chess in class?
"Aren't you going to see Professor Dumbledore?" They merged into the flow of people going downstairs, and when they returned to the auditorium for dinner, Hermione asked curiously in a low voice, "You also participated in the curriculum reform at Hogwarts, right? If you keep copying books
if……"
"What does it matter?" Elena said nonchalantly, "I have to admit that, apart from being a little boring, "Magic Defense Theory" is still very suitable as an introductory book on Defense Against the Dark Arts. I will read it in a few days.
I'll get you a copy of "Magical Defense Theory" from the bookstore, and you can just take a rough look at the content behind it, it's for reference only."
"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot...you are Her Majesty the Queen now..."
Hermione raised her eyebrows and looked at Elena thoughtfully.
If Gringotts took action, then Umbridge's dilemma of not having textbooks in class just now can be explained.
After all, according to Elena's previous description, most of Diagon Alley is almost considered her property. For her, wanting to remove a certain book from the shelves is nothing more than an owl letter, but...
"Elena, the reason why you commented so on "Magic Defense Theory" is to cover up the mistakes in your plan?"
"No! Absolutely not, everything is under control! This is the original teaching arrangement!"
"Hehehe... before you lie next time, you'd better find a hat to wear."
Hermione glanced at the unhappy dull hair on Elena's head, and suddenly felt relieved.
Compared with the lonely and lonely life that seemed to have no solution, as we get along with each other these days, although this white-haired dumpling has become a little more silly and cute, and the number of mistakes has gradually increased, but somehow, it has made him more and more cute.
People are getting closer.
Recalling the scene where the stinky chess basket was playing bad chess in class just now, the corner of Hermione's mouth raised a slight arc.
"Are you secretly laughing at me?!" Elena looked at the little beaver alertly, staring at
She always felt that ever since she was defeated by Hermione at chess, Miss Granger had been looking at her with a very strange look from time to time. In her impression, such looks usually fell on Tie Hanhan.
on the body.
"No, it's just that I remembered happy things." Hermione replied casually.
"Don't imitate me! And...anything happy?"
Elena raised her free right paw as if to scratch Hermione's waist.
"I'm warning you, don't tell Hannah, Luna and the others about this, otherwise..."
"because……"
However, before she could say the threat, Hermione gently held Elena's right hand that was hanging in the air. Her amber eyes reflected the pair of lake-blue eyes and delicate face that were so close at hand.
Said seriously.
"I can finally touch you for real, Elena. This feeling... is very happy."
"Eh?"
Elena was stunned for a moment, her gaze touched those bright eyes, and she suddenly felt guilty.
Don’t try to conquer yourself, sisters!
Compared to the purity in Hermione Granger's eyes, her carefree white-haired dumpling seemed a bit dangerous. If the pace of progress continued, she felt that she might be hit by a hatchet sooner or later.
"Uh, oh, I'm not here all the time. Let's go eat quickly. I'm hungry."
"Well, I'm a little hungry too. Don't worry, I won't tell them."
Hermione smiled and nodded, without further explanation, and winked mischievously.
"No one will know except me... you are a bad chess piece."
"You are obviously laughing at me!"
"Okay, a little bit. Didn't you laugh at me before that I couldn't fly?"
…………
In the middle of the fight and bickering, the two came to the auditorium foyer and found that the outside was already crowded with students waiting in line to eat.
As soon as they stood at the end of the line, a playful and exaggerated voice suddenly came from the aisle not far away.
"Irina Ivanovich? Tsk tsk, so you are the legendary Ivanovich family?"
Irina?
The foreign student who was previously sorted into Slytherin House?
Elena and Hermione turned sideways and looked over there.
They saw the first-year students entering the foyer one after another from outside the castle. Not far away from them, four or five senior Slytherin students were standing on their way, obviously waiting for them.
Irina is back.
"What's wrong? Is there any problem?"
Irina raised her head calmly, stopped and asked.
Since she had just finished her herbal medicine class in the greenhouse outside the school, she and the little wizards behind her had a lot of mud on their skirts and robes, making them look a little dusty, but this still did not affect the girl's beauty.
Cold eyes.
She frowned slightly and looked at the senior students standing in front of her.
She had some impressions of the leader. The boy she competed with for shadow prefect the night before yesterday was said to be one of the Slytherin House Quidditch members. His name seemed to be... Lucian Bol?
"Please give way, you are blocking our way back."
"Of course, you are a famous person. I didn't know that the Ivanovich family is so famous!"
Lucian Ball grinned, showing a malicious smile. He held a letter in his hand, which seemed to have just been opened. There was a newspaper behind the letter, but it was not written in English.
"Novat Ivanovich, the principal of Kodosdoriz Magic School, tsk tsk... was once ranked alongside Professor Dumbledore, and was known as the great wizard who was the soul pillar of the Russian magical world. And the Ivanovich family,
It is one of the oldest magic families in the Russian magic world. With such a glorious and enviable family history, why didn’t you introduce it before?"
Lucian Ball pretended to pat his head and said with some confusion.
"Why did the granddaughter of the majestic headmaster of Kodos Doriz School of Witchcraft and Wizardry actually come to Hogwarts to study? Could it be that the magic school there has closed down? Oh, it turns out that the old man unfortunately passed away a few years ago? That's not right either.
ah……"
"Shut up"
Irina trembled slightly and roared in a low voice, like a female beast about to become angry.
"Huh? What's wrong? Miss Shadow Prefect seems to be scared? Or are you worried about this..."
Lucian Ball, with a malicious glint in his eye, raised his voice deliberately loud enough to be heard by everyone crowded in the foyer, and dramatically removed the newspaper that lay behind his letter.
Said to himself.
"Oh my, why did my family send me a foreign newspaper? Is the old guy on the cover Novarte Ivanovich? Why does he look a little embarrassed? Hey, it turns out there is a translated version in English.
Ah, let’s see, Novat Ivanovich, on April 26, 1986, incited hundreds of wizards to openly cast spells in front of Muggles, seriously violating the International Statute of Secrecy between Wizards, and indirectly and directly leading to the above.
Hundreds of wizards and thousands of Muggles died..."
"Oh, it's really scary. The legendary Dark Lord is nothing more than that, right?"
Lucian Ball smacked his lips quite exaggeratedly, with a hint of disgust and sarcasm in his eyes, and continued to read loudly.
"After trial, Novarte Ivanovich was found guilty of violating the Statute of Secrecy, spreading 'Wizard's Death', inciting others to be infected with 'Wizard's Death', and other crimes. He was sentenced to confiscation of his wand and permanent imprisonment... He was not sentenced to death, but was required to
I said, the Ministry of Magic in foreign countries is too gentle. It turns out that it is because the "Wizard's Sorrow" may contaminate the death chamber. Tsk, it's really..."
"Wow, there is a picture behind this, which is said to be what the 'Wizard's Sorrow' looks like after being infected!"
Boll shouted a little exaggeratedly, raised his hand and raised the newspaper in his hand high.
"Can this still be considered a human being? Maybe trolls are prettier than them, right? Miss Ivanovich, have you told your friends that you might become a monster? Sorry, it says, those infected with 'Wizard's Sorrow'
Future generations are also infected."
"...Wizard's Sorrow? What is that?"
"I've seen this in books. It seems to be a curse developed by Muggles..."
"No, no, I guess it was probably caused by a dark wizard."
Along with Lucian Ball's voice, there was a burst of whispers in the auditorium.
Immediately afterwards, with Irina Ivanovich as the center, the surrounding little wizards stepped back unconsciously. Many people were talking in low voices while looking at the girl with strange eyes.
"My grandpa... is not a monster! Nor is he a dark wizard! Shut up!"
Irina Ivanovich trembled all over and whipped out her wand.
"You have no idea, you have no idea how many people my grandfather has saved. He just..."
However, before she could recite the spell, the two senior wizards standing behind Lucien Bol waved their wands earlier than she did. Two magic light beams fell on the girl's thin body, hitting the wand in her hand.
flew out.
"Hey, what kind of great wizard is as famous as Professor Dumbledore? I just said it casually, but you actually take it seriously? In my opinion, he is just a stupid, disgusting traitor to the wizarding world who kisses Muggle shoes...
…”
Lucian Ball grinned, smiled proudly, and stretched out his hand to catch the girl's wand.
"As a wizard, you must hold your wand well...otherwise..."
boom!
Before the smile on Lucian Bol's face could fully appear, a black shadow suddenly appeared on his right side, and then a heavy object hit him firmly in the face, causing him to stagger to the ground.
"Suka Bulie! Despicable, you are not allowed to bully my friends!"
Danilova rubbed her wrist, grabbed the school bag from Irina's hand, and rushed forward quickly. Before Lucian could stand up again, she hit the boy's head and face, and at the same time flicked a series of Russian words in her mouth.
"Иванович,нестойнаместе,мыпойдемвместеипобьемэтихублюдков." (Click here for translation...)
"Eh? Uh-huh, осторожно! Passed out!"
Irina was stunned for half a second, then reacted and quickly picked up the wand and started to fight back.
Although she didn't know why this fellow from the Muggle world was so angry, she also knew that this was not the right time to ask. She was mainly attacked by a sneak attack just now. If it was really a magic battle, she would not be afraid of those senior students.
but……
Irina glanced at the boy who was covering his lower body and crawling on the ground to avoid it, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
This fellow from the non-magical world is really ruthless.
Not paying attention to the strange looks from around her, Danilova mercilessly waved her schoolbag, fists, and knees, and chased Lucian Ball wildly without stopping, without giving the boy any room to breathe.
When she spent the night in the dormitory of her seniors last night, she heard a lot of stories and learned a lot of knowledge.
One of the most impressive ones is that in Hogwarts, using fists and weapons to suppress first, and after getting close to a close struggle, most of the senior boys were caught off guard, and their behavior may be worse than that of a house cat.
Anyway, magic is very magical. As long as they are not killed directly on the spot, most of them can be saved directly.
not to mention……
Danilova's eyes swept across the chest of the old wizard sitting on the trial bench in the newspaper photo.
On the chest of the strange and kind white-haired old man, there is a very conspicuous and strange symbol. There is a drop of red drop-shaped object on it, which looks like dripping blood. On this drop of blood, there are three dotted lines that are staggered from each other.
Perhaps, most people present did not know what that thing was.
But as the daughter of a nuclear physicist, how could Danilova not know what it was, because right in the middle of her father's study, there were several identical Chernobyl rescue medals.
Of course, except for one piece that belonged to Mr. Alexey, the rest were collected by him through various channels.
According to his father, this is the most painful and profound lesson. Any scholar who studies nuclear physics should not forget the disasters they have caused on this land and those who sacrificed their lives to protect the world.
Combined with the information just revealed by the senior Slytherin boy, Danilova understood everything almost instantly.
She was 100% sure that if her father were here right now, he would rush forward without hesitation.
…………
"Elena, are you still going to take action to control the situation? This should be the responsibility of the principal!"
Not far away, Hermione glanced at the girl next to her with some uneasiness.
As Irina picked up her wand and joined the fight, the originally crowded foyer became even more chaotic. The scattered spells aroused waves of screams and curses in the crowd, and it seemed that it was about to turn into a fight at the beginning of school.
It was the first large-scale group fight.
"Don't worry, I don't need to take action yet, because..."
Elena shook her head with a relaxed expression and turned her head to look at the stairs going upstairs on the other side of the hall.
I saw a small figure among the crowded crowd, like a meteor piercing the starry sky, rushing out of the crowd with an unrivaled momentum, heading straight and anxiously towards the place where the dispute occurred.
past.
"Our new Discipline Committee member (Hufflepuff) is here, let her get familiar with the work process first..."
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