Harry was very happy to receive many letters and felt that he had been helpful.
At the same time, he was no longer depressed because of the relationship between young men and women.
This happiness lasted until Umbridge arrived.
As an open weapon to check and balance Dumbledore, Umbridge is most unlikely to be a student.
Especially Harry Potter, whom she regarded as a key subject of care.
"I can't get John Wick, so why can't I get you?"
Umbridge stepped in front of Harry and asked slowly, "Why do you have so many letters, Mr. Potter?"
"Is it illegal to receive mail now?" The Weasley twins were as bold as ever. Fred spoke back in public, causing a trace of resentment to flash in Umbridge's eyes.
"Be careful, Mr. Weasley, or I'll punish you with solitary confinement." Umbridge said, "Mr. Potter?"
Harry hesitated, he wanted to hide it, but thinking that sooner or later Umbridge would see "The Quibbler", he simply confessed; "People wrote to me, I gave interviews, and talked about what happened last June. matter."
"Interview?" Umbridge narrowed her eyes dangerously and her voice became higher, "What did you say?"
"The reporter asked me a question and I answered it." Harry threw the Quibbler over, "Here it is."
Umbridge caught it, and when she saw the content above, her slack face turned into ugly purple-red patches.
"when?"
"Last time in Hogsmeade." Harry answered truthfully.
"Mr. Potter, it seems that you really enjoy the attention of others," Umbridge was smiling, but the smile did not reach her eyes. "Why did you lie?"
"I didn't!" Harry said angrily.
"Fifty points from Gryffindor," Umbridge smiled artificially, "and another week of confinement."
Harry clenched his fists, shaking with anger.
Before noon, an educational order was issued regarding not watching "The Quibbler."
When Hermione saw the news, she smiled instead of being angry.
Harry couldn't figure her out and they were both targeted.
"Can't you see?" Hermione whispered like a proud little lion, "If you want everyone to see your article, the best way is to ban it!"
Students are rebellious.
It’s okay if it’s not banned, after all, “The Quibbler” is not something that attracts public attention.
But when Umbridge personally refused to show their names, the students' rebellious psychology emerged.
During lunch time, even though "The Quibbler" didn't appear in school, all the students were discussing it.
Things about Voldemort's resurrection began to spread in the school.
And the professors' approach seemed to tacitly acknowledge that Harry had done the right thing.
For example, when Harry handed Professor Sprout a watering can, he received twenty points.
For another example, Professor Flitwick smiled and gave Harry a box of screaming sugar mice at the end of the Charms class.
They are all expressing their approval.
Adds even more credibility to this article.
"Big star, are you enjoying it?" Malfoy appeared in front of Harry and used sarcastic words to ridicule Harry.
"Umbridge is right, you are such a pushy guy."
Ron roared angrily: "What did you say!"
Malfoy kicked Ron directly in the stomach, causing him to bend like a shrimp.
He picked up Harry's collar with both hands and pushed him against the wall. Malfoy growled like a wild beast: "His death is not what makes you famous!"
"I told you so, Potter!"
Malfoy like this is very scary, and no one can stop him.
For the first time, Harry felt that Malfoy was so powerful. He glared angrily, "I never thought that way. I just want everyone to know that Voldemort is back!"
"Shut up!" Malfoy put his arm against Harry's throat, his face full of violence, "Don't really think of yourself as the savior!"
"Malfoy!"
Professor McGonagall noticed this. She turned pale, pursed her thin lips, and said sternly: "Put Potter down."
Malfoy ignored it, and another voice spoke.
"Malfoy, put Harry Potter down."
Snape also came. He glanced around and frowned, "Do you want to be deducted points?"
Harry felt Malfoy's breathing become heavier.
He huffed and puffed like a buffalo, finally letting Harry go and giving Harry a hard push that knocked his head against the wall.
He walked through the crowd with angry steps, and others did not dare to say anything for fear of offending this little bully.
...
Neville was breathing heavily and had a dark circle on his left eye, as was Malfoy.
The two of them punched each other one after another, and finally Neville punched Malfoy in the abdomen, causing him to fall to the ground.
The two people lay on the ground gasping for air, and John sat aside without saying a word.
"When can we take revenge?"
Malfoy shouted towards the sky.
John rubbed the ring and said lightly, "Almost."
"I'm very unwilling," Malfoy sat up and growled from his throat, "Why, why was Heinrich the one who died, but Harry Potter got everyone's attention."
"Is his death so worthless, or is the savior more valuable?"
What is written in "The Quibbler" repeats his death again, but everyone is praising Harry Potter's bravery.
No one paid attention to the death of Heinrich Edgar, as if everyone was glad that it was a bad guy from a black magic family who died, not their savior.
They don't even know Heinrich!
"I swear, when Harry Potter dies, there will be a huge crowd of people mourning him."
Malfoy got up irritably and punched the wall hard. Blood spurted out from his hands, but he didn't notice it.
The target of his anger was not Harry, but Heinrich who everyone was thankful to be dead.
John stopped moving his fingers and said calmly, "This is reality, Draco."
Yes, reality.
John stood up and walked to Neville. Neville, who had been silent just now, was even more silent now.
"I want to kill Voldemort," he looked at Neville, "Neville, I place my hope on you."
Finding the Horcruxes is the key to killing Voldemort.
John was missing only the last two items.
So, he needed Neville.
Neville had never felt a weight on his shoulders like he did today.
He didn't know why John asked him to find that thing, but he knew that what John said would definitely be accomplished.
If he said he wanted to kill Voldemort, he would definitely do it.
Not only a savior can save this world.
...
Little Hangleton.
The long golden hair has been neglected and reveals a greasy feeling.
Footsteps sounded in the cemetery, and the wand emitted a faint light.
Arriving at the place where he was late, the man wearing the mask stopped in that charred and irreparable place and remained silent for a long time.
He walked into a large area of scorched darkness, and the land was extremely dry, like a black hole swallowing some.
He came to the middle and slowly lay down.
There were stars in the night sky, and he slowly took off his mask.
The burning breath entered his nose, and he stretched out his hand to touch the earth. It seemed that he could still feel the burning heat at that time.
"very hot."
He sat up, revealing a blond face.
Kim Ledisley.
As if he was afraid of disturbing others, he whispered softly: "It's really hot."
"Why do you have such courage to walk inside?"
Jin held up a piece of scorched earth in his fingers as he spoke.
The scorched earth scattered in the palm of the hand, passing through the fingertips and falling into dust.
He stood up and looked towards the hillside in the distance. There was a mansion that didn't look like it belonged to civilians.
"The last place."
His eyes were full of confusion and he whispered: "I'm scared. I'm scared of failing."
He reached out and touched the badge on his chest, and the scorch marks revealed warmth, as if he were placing his palm on his chest.
Jin walked in that direction, this was his last goal.
He had traveled to many places before, but without exception, he had not found anything.
Even if he dug three feet into those places, he still couldn't find that thing.
John said that getting that thing is the key to success.
For this reason, Jin is not afraid even of death.
After all, he had seen things worse than death happen.
He wanted to forget it, but that incident was imprinted in his mind, reminding him all the time.
The time of walking felt very long.
The road from the cemetery to the hillside seemed very long.
But no matter how far the journey is, it will eventually come to an end. He stood in that mansion.
Riddle House.
Tom Riddle's father's house.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
