Chapter 849

"Thank you, headmaster," Umbridge Well, let's call it a professor, Professor Umbridge said with a fake smile, "give us a welcome speech."

Her voice was once again loud, rapid and girlish, and Harry could not explain a strong sense of disgust; all Harry knew was that he hated everything from her stupid voice to her fluffy pink cardigan.

It's hard to imagine what it's like to communicate with you with your charming language in pink clothes full of girlish flavor. Anyway, ordinary people can't bear it.

It's not about who Well, it's about Umbridge. Anyway, it's more direct to Hogwarts and Slytherin. They don't think much of Umbridge at all. Harry sees Laura talking to the girl next to her, while Malfoy is talking to Perkins.

No one was interested in Umbridge's words, like hearing a joke about the Ministry's educational decisions at Hogwarts?

And Professor Umbridge seems to have paid no attention to the noisy audience below. Harry even thought that if a big commotion could break out under her nose, she might be able to stop her long talk.

However, the teachers are listening carefully, and Hermione is also seriously understanding every word she says, although from the expression, Hermione does not agree with some of her views.

"Because some of the changes were good, they followed, and for a long time they were seen as misjudgments. At the same time, some of the old habits will be preserved, and because of this, other habits, the old ones, should be abolished. So, let's move forward into an open, efficient and responsible new era, retain what should be retained, improve what needs to be improved, and modify those that we find should be prohibited in practice. " She finally sat down.

Dumbledore began to clap. All the teachers clapped along with Dumbledore, but Harry saw several teachers stop after only a symbolic clap or two.

Several students clapped their hands, but most of them didn't notice the end of the speech and didn't listen to a few words. When they reflected that they were about to start clapping, Dumbledore had already stood up.

"Thank you very much for Professor Umbridge's inspiring speech," said Dumbledore, bending over. "Now listen to me, Quidditch preliminaries will be held What's more, things will be announced after specific implementation... "

"Yes, this speech is certainly enlightening," Hermione whispered.

"You won't tell us that you like this speech, will you?" Ron said, with a white look at Hermione. "It was the dullest speech I've ever heard, and I grew up with Percy."

"You don't understand Hermione, Ron." Said Fanlin.

"I said it was enlightening, not that I liked it," Hermione said. "This speech explains a lot of things."

"Is it?" Ron said in surprise, "it sounds like a waffle to me."

"There is something important behind the boring speech," Hermione said solemnly.

"What is it?" Ron was in a daze.

"As for" progress must be limited for the sake of progress ", there is also the sentence" revise everything that should be prohibited in practice. "

"Well, what does that mean?" Ron said impatiently.

"I'll tell you what that means," said Hermione, gnashing her teeth. "It means that the Ministry of magic is interfering with Hogwarts."

This caused a stir among them; Dumbledore had apparently declared the meeting over because everyone was ready to leave the hall. Hermione jumped up and was furious.

"One of Fudge's tools." "To break the independence of Hogwarts, there is no doubt that students going out of Hogwarts, in some ways, are more inclined to Hogwarts when faced with choices," he said

Fanlin said to stand up, but then Fanlin stopped, and then sat back at ease.

"Ron! We should lead the new life! "

"Oh, yes," Ron apparently forgot, "Hey - Hey - you're left behind! Dwarfs

"Ron!"

"Well, they, they are very young..."

"I know, but you can't call them dwarfs! It's a freshman! " Hermione called along the table, "this way, please." A group of new students shyly walked between the long tables of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff college, none of them willing to take the lead.

They look really small; Harry doesn't remember whether he looked so naive when he came to Howards. He grinned at the freshman. A red faced little boy standing next to him was obviously stunned; he elbowed him and whispered in his ear. Euan looked equally frightened, and looked at Harry with a look of fear, which made Harry feel like a fool with a smile on his face.

"Goodbye," he said gloomily to Ron and Hermione, "let's go.""Oh, I'll be a little longer." Said Fanlin, shaking his head.

"Oh, ok..." Harry looked a little depressed, and then he went out of the hall alone, trying to ignore more gossip, and people were staring at him and pointing as he passed.

As Harry walked through the crowd to the door of the hall, his eyes were straight ahead, and once out of the hall, he ran up the marble stairs. There was one or two small pauses, and then more people were pulled down.

He didn't want to be so stupid, and his mind was more irritated as he walked through the more open stairway. Of course, everyone would stare at him; two months ago, he wiped out his competitors and stepped out of the maze of the three wizard tournament and declared that Voldemort had been resurrected. Last semester, before everyone went home, he had no time to explain - he even wanted to tell the whole school all the details about the terror in that grave.

Harry had reached the common room of Gryffindor college at the end of the corridor and was blocked in front of the portrait of the fat aunt when he realized he didn't know the new password.

"Well," he said darkly. The fat aunt was now smoothing the folds of her pink satin, and she looked at him sternly.

"No entry without a password," she said haughtily.

"Harry, I know the password!" Someone said breathlessly behind him. Harry looked back at Neville. "Guess what the new password is? I can actually remember it once - he shook the pot of plants on the train in his hand and said, "mimbras, mimbretonia!"

"That's right," said the fat aunt, whose portrait moved away like a door, and there was a round hole in the back wall that Harry and Neville could climb through. Gryffindor's common room is still as popular as ever, a cozy, round tower room filled with broken soft armchairs and rickety old tables. On the other side of the room, Fred and George were concentrating on assembling something.

Harry was not in the mood to say hello to them. Neville followed him. Thomas Dun and Simon Finnegan were the first to arrive in the bedroom and put up posters and photos on the wall beside the bed.

They were talking, but Harry stopped when he pushed the door in. Harry now doubted what they were saying, and he doubted that he was delusional.

"Hello," said Harry, walking to his suitcase and opening it.

"Hello, Harry," Thomas was putting up two West Ham posters. "How was your holiday?"

"It's not bad," Harry muttered, actually spending most of his vacation connecting with friends, and he doesn't want to face it anymore. "How are you?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Thomas chuckled. "Anyway, according to what he just told me, it's better than Simo."

"Why, what happened, Seymour?" Neville put his plant on the bedside table and asked.

Simo didn't immediately answer; he was checking the placards of his favorite Quidditch team for straightness. Then he turned his back to Harry and said, "my mother won't let me come back to study."

"What?" Harry asked as he pulled the robe out.

"She won't let me go back to Hogwarts." Seymour leaves the poster and pulls out his pajamas, but still doesn't look at Harry.

"But - why?" Said Harry in surprise. He knew that Seymour's mother was a witch and could not misunderstand the wizard. So why did she do that like the Dudley family? Seymour didn't answer until he buttoned up his pajamas.

"Well," he said tentatively, "I guess it's because of you."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked immediately. His heart beat faster and vaguely felt something was approaching him.

"Well," said Seymour, still afraid to look into Harry's eyes, "she Yes, not only you, but also Dumbledore... "

"She believed in the prophet's daily?" Harry said, "she thinks I'm a little liar and Dumbledore an old fool?"

Seymour now looks up at Harry. "Yes, that's what happened."

Harry was speechless. He threw the wand on the table by the bed, took off his robe in anger, threw it into the suitcase, and put on his pajamas. He's tired; tired of being watched and talked about.

If any of them knew, if any of them could understand a little bit how it felt that everything was happening to the same person, Mrs. Finnegan didn't know, that stupid woman, Harry thought a little savagely.

Harry wanted to lie in bed and put a curtain around him. But before he had time to do so, Seymour said, "look what happened that night, when you know, when you're with Cedric Digory and the corpse Eaters?" Seymour's voice sounded tense and eager. Thomas was bending over in his box looking for slippers when he was strangely still, and Harry knew he was listening carefully."What do you ask me for?" Harry retorted. "Read the prophet's daily like your mother. Why not? It will tell you everything you want to know. "

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