Turning the long and thin quill in his hand, John gently rubbed the feather with his fingers and said lightly: "Interesting prop."
He had no intention of writing, but stared at Umbridge's somewhat stiff face.
"There is no precedent at Hogwarts for using dark magic to punish students."
Turning the penholder between his slender fingers, John looked at Umbridge jokingly and said, "What would happen if the Ministry of Magic knew that you were using dark magic to punish students outside?"
Umbridge chuckled and said in a cooing voice: "I just want the disobedient students to learn a profound lesson."
"How about I give you a chance." John put the pen on the table and pushed it towards Umbridge, saying meaningfully: "Copy, otherwise I don't mind asking the Ministry of Magic to withdraw your position."
Umbridge smiled, looked at John like a spoiled child, and pushed the pen back.
"Kid, the outside world is not Hogwarts."
"Yeah?"
John raised his eyebrows, leaned back in his chair, and playfully announced a list of names: "Draco Malfoy."
"Pansy Parkinson."
"Millicent Bosted."
"Theodore Nott."
"Daphne Greengrass."
"..."
The names of the Slytherin students were read out one by one, but Umbridge was still distracted at first.
But gradually her smile could no longer be maintained.
John crossed his fingers and put them on his chin, and his deep eyes made people feel invisible pressure.
"I don't understand what you mean by that?" Umbridge coughed twice and pretended to be calm with a contrived smile.
"Don't understand?" John smiled deeply and said jokingly: "Don't you understand what the surnames of these people represent?"
"Some of them are the descendants of Hogwarts school directors, sons of high-ranking officials, nephews of celebrities, and beloved daughters of wealthy businessmen..."
Raising his eyebrows, John chuckled and said: "As long as we are willing, it is not a difficult problem for these people to jointly expel an investigator."
Umbridge could no longer hold back her smile and looked ugly. She wanted to save her face and said softly, "That's them, not you."
"Wrong," Johanna returned to the posture of leaning on the back of the chair. His eyelids were slightly raised, like a leering emperor. His voice was not loud but clearly audible, "It's us."
"boom!"
The weak wooden door was knocked open by two big men.
Malfoy walked up to stand behind John under Umbridge's surprised gaze.
Then came Daphne, Pansy, Theodore...
Slytherin's green color occupies the office. They are silent, and the condensed power is like glass. The light shines on it, refracting the bright light that makes people's eyes swell.
The pink cat plate on the wall was blocked by students, and John was surrounded by the crowd.
"You, you!" Umbridge said sharply.
The only thing that responded to her was those pairs of eyes that were either unruly, sinister, or fanatical.
John stood up and straightened his wrinkled sleeves, "We are Slytherins, shrewd and calculating, and strength supreme."
"Weak people, look up to us, remember our strength, remember our posture.
Powerful people, fear us, remember our cohesion, remember our pride.
God’s gift will bring you to your knees, and we…”
John raised the corners of his mouth and pushed the quill forward again.
Facing the enthusiastic gazes of the Slytherin students, there was a magic in his voice that could not be denied, "It will make you stand up."
Umbridge slumped into her chair, her chest heaving violently.
She really wanted to expel this Muggle-born student.
But she... didn't dare.
Slytherin walked out of the office with his head held high.
They won.
No one could make their king apologize.
They are united and covered in spikes.
Stupid rumors cannot harm them in the slightest. They grow up on rumors.
The weak seek refuge in the strong.
And Slytherin...
He was always strong.
Either turn a blind eye and put Slytherin down.
Or wait to accept Slytherin's counterattack and lose his position.
John gave Umbridge a choice.
It is true that he can do it himself, but isn't this better?
Ambition, shrewdness, glory.
Slytherin wins.
No one can shake it.
...
No one except Slytherin could recreate this operation.
Because they are not united enough.
The brave lion, the aloof eagle, the uncontested badger.
None of them can.
The weak are in the majority and they are weak.
A brave lion cannot stand a little gossip.
John came out of Umbridge, and Ron, who was still a little gloating at first, was dumbfounded.
Harry rubbed the back of his hands, confused by how fine John looked.
"You should know that it wasn't John who snitched," Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and said viciously, "If it was him, how could he be called over by Umbridge."
Ron felt that Umbridge favored Slytherin.
He didn't know what was going on, he just felt that Umbridge came from Slytherin, which was too biased.
Angelina had to talk hard to keep the Quidditch reorganization from being affected.
Malfoy was telling John proudly how he broke the door open.
John glanced at him and said, "Why did I see that it was Goyle and Crabbe who bumped into each other?"
"Ahem, that's the kick you didn't see me give. That's the biggest contribution."
John found it hard to believe this nonsense.
He put his right hand on the table and drummed his fingers on the surface.
The most powerful strength of students is unity. It is a pity that other colleges have never thought about this issue.
They turned to professors and wanted Dumbledore to come forward, but they didn't know that as long as they united, even if Umbridge was the Minister of Magic, they would not dare to expel all the students at once.
Students are not only students, but also someone’s son or someone’s daughter.
Those family connections behind them are their strength.
If she understood this matter, Umbridge wouldn't be so scary.
"Keep up this momentum, and soon there will be a box filled with Dumbledore's complaint letters."
Smiling, John saw Malfoy being called away by Montague.
Probably preparing for Quidditch.
Last semester, the Quidditch competition was squeezed out by the Triwizard Tournament. Now that Montague is about to graduate, he needs to prevent himself from becoming the worst Quidditch captain in Slytherin in the next ten years.
Slytherin's winning streak could not be cut off in his hands.
"There seems to be something wrong with Cedric Diggory and Cho Chang's relationship." Pansy and Daphne gossiped.
Pansy said: "He was too busy after becoming the student council president, and Qiu Zhang felt left out."
When John heard this, he thought that no wonder Qiu Zhang appeared at the Pig's Head Bar. It turned out to be this.
As for whether the two will break up, it has become a talking point among the majority of Hogwarts girls.
Cedric is not as straight-faced as Percy. He is a gentle and funny student council president, and he is also the first place in the Triwizard Tournament.
He is handsome and speaks nicely.
Who doesn't like such a person? It can be said that most of the girls in the school are waiting for them to break up and then seamlessly take over.
Pansy, the biggest loser, secretly bet that they wouldn't survive this Christmas.
John also asked about this matter in the Star Club, and Cedric smiled bitterly and said: "You know, I may be busy due to some things."
Cedric said: "But Qiu just feels bored alone, and she needs some friends."
"It's good to have them stay together. It can also improve their grades, right?" Cedric was very open-minded and didn't think there was anything wrong with Qiu going to the special Defense Against the Dark Arts training class.
He and John had the same idea, it would be good for Qiu to stay there and learn some self-defense skills.
As for the Star Club, he had never thought of letting Qiu Zhang come over.
Because he knew what he and others were doing, and that kind of thing was too dangerous.
"What about you..." Cedric asked John hesitantly.
John nodded and said calmly: "I'm making preparations. I won't take risks until I'm sure."
Cedric breathed a sigh of relief. He was now the oldest member of the Star Club in the school.
He has the most exposure to some things, so he naturally knows how dangerous John's case is.
After the conversation, Cedric had to go back to dealing with student union matters.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
