With the cooperation of Mr. Pedillo, Aini believes that his happy mood can last for several days.
However...
"Bang!"
Just as he was cheerfully telling Flitwick the interesting stories about his time in the Hebridean Islands, someone violently pushed open the door of the auditorium from outside.
"..."
The noise gradually became lower, and after a few breaths, almost everyone looked towards the door.
"Oh hehehe, I am really flattered by such a grand welcome gift."
There was annoying artificial laughter floating in the air, and the high-pitched falsetto made the children's hair stand on end.
The little wizards whispered to each other, and there was a buzzing sound in the auditorium.
"Who is that witch? Does anyone know?"
Dean shrunk and looked toward the door, while asking the little lions in a low voice.
"That's Umbridge, the head of the Office of Abuse of Magic in the Ministry of Magic. I heard that she was the one who led the dementors to stop our train when school started."
It just so happened that Percy was sitting next to Hermione today. He had carefully understood the personnel structure of the Ministry of Magic. After all, he would graduate in 8 months.
"I heard from my family that his reputation at the Ministry of Magic is not very good." Hannah on the opposite side also interjected.
Of course, it was impossible for Umbridge to come alone. Just as the young wizards were whispering, more than ten figures entered the auditorium through the open door.
Thinking she has something to rely on, Umbridge's distinctive "aging, depreciated and salty version of a girl's voice" speaks humbly, but her tone makes people want to shove her deformed fat face into their mouth.
In the middle of the dinner, someone broke into the door. No matter how you looked at it, you felt like you were kicked out of the restaurant.
Well, I got kicked out!
In the memory of the little wizards, this was the first time that someone came to provoke them, so naturally they didn't have the slightest fondness for that short, plump pink woman.
"Do you know? She is a mixed-race... Oh, friends, I am not saying that mixed-race is bad, but that woman, she looks down on mixed-race, but she is a mixed-race herself, but she always claims to have noble blood, but everyone
I know this is a joke..."
"I heard from my aunt that there used to be a cleaning lady named Umbridge at the Ministry of Magic, who was the father of the short, fat witch. Later, the woman gave old Umbridge a sum of money and asked him to leave the Ministry of Magic.
He always declares to everyone he meets that his father is the Master of the Wizengamot..."
"She was promoted to office manager by taking credit from her subordinates. She seems to have done many similar things..."
Many Slytherin students have shown a desire for power since childhood, and they will pay more attention to this convenient information in their daily lives. There are always people who have heard of Umbridge's despicable deeds.
Seeing her talk of being humble, but actually walking towards the teacher's desk arrogantly, the unhappy little snakes turned around and passed on the news.
The spread of gossip was so fast that even Quirrell and Lockhart were overwhelmed by the stench. When Umbridge stood in front of Dumbledore, the eyes from behind were filled with disgust.
No one in the world is useless, even a person who disgusts everyone can still have a positive effect.
For example, "Miss" Umbridge has successfully created some comrades-in-arms among the young wizards of the four colleges.
At least at this moment, there is no Gryffindor, no Hufflepuff, no Ravenclaw, and no Slytherin in their minds.
These concepts were all hidden, and only a will that was usually quiet in school shone brightly, and actually showed a bit of determination on the face of the little wizard——
We are students at Hogwarts, and there is no room for provocation here!
Inexplicable emotions were brewing around the four long tables, but most of the eyes on the teacher's bench were looking at the person behind Umbridge.
Rufus Scrimgeour, now the Director of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic, is known for his tough style.
Many people here know that Scrimgeour is actually a guy who cherishes feathers and does things superficially. He is not the same as Fudge. Why would he come to support Umbridge?
Under the scrutiny of the professors, Umbridge walked up to Dumbledore, but before she could speak, the man in a cloak behind her strode past her.
"Professor Dumbledore, twelve dementors have disappeared in Hogwarts, and the Ministry of Magic needs an explanation."
Scrimgeour asked. Contrary to Umbridge, although the man's words were not very polite, his tone was very calm, unlike the woman's humble words which were full of aggressive connotations.
"Rufus, Hogwarts has not received notification from the Ministry of Magic and does not know the whereabouts of those dementors."
Dumbledore's response was also very bland, and the two of them talked for a few more words in the same style, with no opposing emotions or additional emotions in their tone, just like plain words spread on paper. p>
And this obviously made Umbridge very dissatisfied...
Ron was equally dissatisfied, but it was not directed at the short, fat woman in front of the teacher's desk, but at the timid companion beside him.
"Neville, you must be sick. You must go to Madam Pomfrey, immediately, immediately!"
Opening the fat hand holding his robe, Ron was about to get up and call Madam Pomfrey, who was sitting at the teacher's desk.
Sweating, high fever, trembling and weakness all over, looking pale and weak...
This situation had been going on for several minutes. He was sure that Neville must be sick, but he was unwilling to go to the school doctor for help.
Ron was angry and anxious, wishing he could carry this stubborn guy back to the teacher's desk.
Unfortunately, the Tuoer is too big to carry.
"No, Ron, don't go. I'm not sick, I'm really not sick, really, believe me."
Neville once again grabbed Ron's robe and whispered.
"It's up to you, I have more to do."
Ron angrily grabbed a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, no longer looking at Neville.
"Neville, I think Ron is right, you should go see Madam Pomfrey."
"Go, Neville, don't worry about those weirdos from the Ministry of Magic, your own health is more important..."
"Yes, hurry up..."
……
The auditorium was quiet for a while after Umbridge entered. The conversation between the two boys had already attracted the attention of the young wizards nearby. Seeing that Neville refused to seek medical treatment, they all began to give advice.<
/p>
"Ah, everyone..."
The little fat man wiped his eyes and secretly made a decision. There were some things that he didn't want to escape from anymore.
"Actually, my body is fine. I just remembered some memories about my parents..."
"Neville!"
With a "pop" sound, a big hand patted the boy's shoulder, interrupting his speech.
"We'll talk about it when we get back to the lounge, if you still want to tell us then."
Percy?
"Don't ask any more questions. These are private matters of Neville's family, unless he is willing to tell you."
Everyone's eyes turned to the young man who stood up. Percy looked around, unknowingly revealing a bit of majesty.
……
There was a lot of movement on the Gryffindor table, but it didn't attract too many eyes.
When Percy stood up, there were new changes at the teacher's desk.
It seemed that after negotiating with Dumbledore, the leading wizard turned and left, followed by the twelve Aurors who followed him away.