"The Ministry of Magic is preparing something."
hall.
Hermione whispered as the three little ones gathered together.
Ron stuffed sausages into his mouth and muttered vaguely, "What are you getting ready for?"
"Don't you think it's strange," Hermione looked around and whispered, "that the Ministry of Magic suddenly interfered with Hogwarts education."
"Barty Crouch came to power to reform. Isn't that what you said last time." Ron finally swallowed what was in his mouth.
Hermione's eyes widened and she was furious.
Harry suddenly said, "Voldemort."
"What?" Ron looked in surprise.
Harry continued, "Crouch knows about Voldemort's return, and he is training students to have the power to protect themselves."
He said, looking at Neville who was immersed in writing a letter, and said in a deep voice: "Crouch is very dissatisfied with Dumbledore's teaching. He hopes to have his own army."
"Army?!" Ron exclaimed, leaned over and whispered, "You mean the Ministry of Magic wants to use Hogwarts as an arsenal?"
"I'm afraid so." Harry said to himself, "Crouch is not only dissatisfied with education, but also dissatisfied with Dumbledore's current prestige. He wants to increase the influence of the Ministry of Magic."
Hermione interjected, "That's a good thing, I mean, as long as he's willing to deal with You-Know-Who."
"It's also possible that Voldemort's target will be Hogwarts."
Harry is particularly keen on certain things.
"But Crouch picked the wrong person," Ron looked at the back of Harry's hand and cursed, "Umbridge is not a good person."
"One question," Hermione asked doubtfully, "Why doesn't Crouch join forces with Dumbledore?"
"He doesn't like Dumbledore's prestige," Harry said analytically, "or, in his opinion, there is no difference between Dumbledore and Voldemort."
A white devil and a dark devil.
Hermione gasped, that wasn't a good thing.
In their opinion, Dumbledore never had such ambitions, and Crouch's unfounded suspicion might cause something bad to happen.
Ron said angrily, "I swear, Dumbledore never wanted to be in charge of the wizarding world."
"But he has the ability, doesn't he." Hermione has a strong sense of politics. She said seriously, "The point is not whether he wants to, but whether he can."
"I don't want to go to war with Dumbledore as Crouch's army." Ron said angrily.
Hermione also felt that the scene was very bad, at least it was not a good thing for them.
While they were talking about the possibilities for the future of Hogwarts, Umbridge's investigation was quietly underway.
Umbridge can always be seen in class.
Professor Flitwick was conducting the orchestra practice, and Umbridge showed up uninvited.
Professor Flitwick's expression was a little helpless, and this helplessness was somewhat broken when Umbridge took out the ruler.
When Snape was in class, he could always feel a line of sight from the corner, and the beautiful words he was preparing were suppressed.
Professor McGonagall hated others telling him what to do in class, but Umbridge did all of these things.
Even later, Professor McGonagall and Umbridge had a quarrel.
The male and female students who were together were forcibly separated because of Umbridge's passing, and the students who wore distinctive clothes were forced to change their clothes.
In other words, Umbridge would point out even a passing dog.
The desire for control is so strong that it makes people feel suffocated.
John watched Tom come back and circle around angrily, as if he wanted to bite something to vent his anger.
"The effect seems to be a bit too outstanding." John fell into deep thought.
He originally wanted to use Umbridge to reduce Dumbledore's prestige, but the effect was too good.
He still underestimated Umbridge, and now the whole Hogwarts is full of complaints.
There are not many complaints about the Ministry of Magic. After all, there is another professor sent by the Ministry of Magic.
Professor Hilde is widely praised because he teaches knowledge points that the previous professors have not taught, and there is no need to worry about which scary guy turned out to be.
Judging from the situation that Ozzie Hilde and Umbridge did not deal with, no one would think that the Ministry of Magic deliberately sent someone to torture them.
Dumbledore temporarily stepped down as headmaster, but the students who were counting on him to come to the rescue received no response.
In the face of enemies, the strong will find ways to reverse the situation, while the weak will point the finger at those who are capable.
Obviously, Hogwarts still has a majority of weak people.
They listen to rumors and attack the powerful.
How indulgent Dumbledore was before, now they are complaining.
Why can't you, as the Headmaster of Hogwarts, fight for better treatment for us?
You are Dumbledore, the strongest man in the wizarding world.
You should stand with us.
Perhaps for Dumbledore, this situation is not unacceptable now.
But complaints from students have quietly emerged.
...
Hogsmeade.
John accompanies Daphne to the Literary Mansion.
Although John feels that the stationery here should not be as good as his own, Daphne likes to come here to buy.
In addition to ink and quills, I also bought some parchment.
"What do you think of this color?" Daphne asked enthusiastically, holding the sky blue ink, just like a little girl asking if new clothes look good.
John picked it up and looked at it, and said strangely: "This is invisible ink, you want to write a secret?"
"Huh?" Daphne said in a panic, "No, I just took it casually."
"This kind of ink is not very confidential." John shook his head and said, "A revealing spell will reveal its true form."
Putting the ink back, John said softly, "If you want some kind of confidentiality ink, I can give you something better."
"Okay." Daphne was a little disappointed.
John looked outside and raised his eyebrows.
Daphne noticed his expression and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Are you interested in visiting a new place?"
John extended the invitation and Daphne gladly accepted.
They walked out of the Literary Mansion, and John donated his small bag and put the quill in it.
Recalling how quickly Daphne consumed ink and quill, he said as he walked: "If you don't mind..."
"What?" Daphne approached John, reached out and quietly grabbed the sleeve.
John thought for a moment and said, "I can make you a new quill."
"That's great," Daphne said in surprise.
When they arrived at their destination, the smile on Daphne's face was a little stiff.
Pushing the door open, there is a strong smell of mutton inside.
The environment inside is not very good either.
Thick dirt accumulated on the several bay windows, barely letting in the light from the outside. There were some candle ends and a thick layer of dust on the rough wooden table.
The cup looked like it hadn't been washed.
Daphne comes from a well-off family, and her good-looking face is full of disgust.
The bar owner saw John and seemed a little surprised why he didn't come in disguise this time.
Coming to sit down at a small table, John clicked on the table and chairs, and the dust and oil on them peeled off.
It makes people feel like this is a newly purchased table.
Taking out a bottle of silver wine from the small handbag, John conjured two glasses in his hands.
"You are not allowed to bring your own drinks here." The boss is an eccentric old man, tall and thin, with long gray hair and beard.
At this time, he stared at John with an unkind expression.
There were still a few people in the bar, and they looked at John jokingly.
The little boy who brought the little girl here.
This was their impression of John.
I want to see how this little boy can avoid making a fool of himself in front of girls.
Joking eyes focused on John.
He opened the bottle of wine, and a smell of wine wafted out, seeming to seduce some people's greed.
The wine is poured into a clean crystal goblet, and the taste becomes even more fragrant.
"Gulu."
I don’t know who made the sound, but it seems that he is attracted.
The wine glass was filled by one-third, and John handed it to Daphne in a gentlemanly manner.
Daphne smiled beautifully and said thank you.
The bar owner was almost furious. His chest heaved violently, and then...
He turned back to the bar.
People who wanted to watch the show were dumbfounded. Is this still the owner of the Pig Head Bar?
Like a prince and princess living among the people, the two of them drank high-end wine that was incompatible with this place as if no one else was around.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
