Chapter 881

The new notice is written in huge black letters, with an official seal at the bottom and a neat signed signature beside it: the Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry has dissolved all student organizations, societies, groups, raising their hands. Student organizations, societies, groups and clubs refer to regular student meetings with three or more people. The re establishment must be approved by the senior prosecutor (Professor Umbridge). No association, group or club is allowed to exist without the approval and approval of the senior prosecutor. Any student who establishes or participates in any organization, association, group or club without the approval of the senior prosecutor will be expelled.

The above documents are signed under Education Act No. 24: dorelos Jane Umbridge, senior prosecutor, Hogwarts.

Harry and Ron stood behind a group of worried sophomores, over their heads, reading the notice.

"Does that mean they will close the Gobstones club?" One of them asked his friend. "I think your Gobstones will be OK," said Ron sullenly, scaring the sophomore to his feet.

"And we're not so lucky, don't you think?" When the sophomore left in a hurry, Ron asked Harry.

Harry was reading the notice again, and the joy that had filled him since Saturday had vanished. He was filled with anger.

"It's no coincidence," he said, clasping his hand in the shape of a fist. "She knows."

"She can't know," Ron replied immediately. "There will be people eavesdropping in that hotel. Let's face it. We don't know how many people are trustworthy in front of us. Any of them could run to Umbridge and tell him And Harry thought they believed in himself, and even thought they worshipped him?

"Henrietta!" Ron said immediately, punching himself in the palm of his hand. "Or, I think Michael Connor has defected too!"

"I wonder if Haomin and Fanlin have seen the notice?" Said Harry, scanning the door to the girls' dormitory.

"Fanlin is out, and Hermione Let's go and tell her. " Said Ron.

He leapt forward, opened the door, and went up the spiral staircase. When he got to the sixth step, a loud, whistling, high pitched sound fused with the ladder to form a smooth stone ladder.

Ron tried to escape, his hands dancing wildly like a windmill. Then he was hit by the newly formed stone ladder and fell to Harry's feet on his back.

"Well, I don't think we're allowed into the girls' dormitory," said Harry, lifting Ron up from his feet and trying to hold back his laughter.

Two fourth grade girls came up the stone ladder with a smile.

"Oh, who wants to go upstairs?" They giggled and giggled at Harry and Ron.

"It's me." "I didn't know that would happen. It's not fair! "

As the girls left the portrait cave laughing wildly, he added to Harry, "Hermione is allowed into our dormitory. Why can't we..."

"It's an old rule," Hermione gracefully slid down the stone ladder and onto the carpet in front of them. "For Hogwarts, it's a historical issue, and the founders believe that boys are less trustworthy than girls. Why did you go there anyway? "

"Come to see you, look at this!" Harry dragged her to the notice board. Hao min's eyes quickly scan the notice, and her expression becomes dignified. "Someone must have tipped her off!" Ron said indignantly.

"They can't do that," Hao min whispered.

"You're naive," said Ron. "Because you're honest and trustworthy, do you think so?"

"No, they won't, because van Lin cursed the parchment with our signature, a magic contract, and there's no doubt that if someone informs, that person should be in the hospital by now." "Believe me, if any of them went to tell Umbridge, we would know who they were, and they would certainly regret it

"What will they do?" Said Ron in a voice of longing.

"It's like a van Lin," said Hermione. "It's going to be like Professor Lockhart for a few weeks. Come on, let's enjoy our breakfast and see what others think. I want to know if this notice is posted in all rooms. "

As soon as they walked into the hall, they knew that it wasn't just Gryffindor tower with Umbridge's sign. Intense emotions and abnormal agitation spread through the hallway, people around the table, talking about what they read. As soon as Harry, Ron and Hermione were seated, Neville, Jordan, Fred, George and Ginny came straight up to them.

"Did you see the sign?"

"Do you think she knows?"

"What shall we do?" They all watched Harry, who glanced around for a week to make sure there was no teacher nearby."We'll certainly do that anyway." Said Harry in a low voice.

"I knew you would say that!" George hit Harry on the arm excitedly. "

and the prefect?" Asked Fred, looking inquiringly at Ron and Hermione.

"No problem, of course, and so are Vaseline."

"What did he do?"

"Experiment, you know, we need a logo and contact information. Especially after Umbridge did this, it seemed that van Lin had guessed it earlier."

Hermione stood up. She mouthed several new members and gestured wildly to them to sit back behind hefpaff! "We'll - later - talk about it again!"

"Wait until you tell Michael," Ginny said impatiently as she swayed on the bench, "those idiots, total idiots." She walked quickly to Ravenclaw's table; Harry watched her go away.

Qiu is not far away. She is talking to a curly haired friend who has been to the pig's head bar with her. Did Umbridge notice that she was too frightened to meet them again?

Until they left the hall, ready to go to van Lin's laboratory to find him, the huge reaction aroused by the notice did not subside.

"Harry! Ron. " It's Angelina. She rushes to them in desperation. "OK," Harry whispered as she approached enough to hear him, "we still try to..."

"Don't you know that her notice is included in Quidditch?" Angelina interrupted. "We have to apply for permission to regroup Gryffindor."

"What?" Said Harry.

"No way!" Ron looked terrified. He made it to Gryffindor, and if Umbridge was selected, there was no doubt that he would be miserable.

"You read the notice and it mentions the team! So, listen to me, Harry, for the last time, please don't get angry with Umbridge, or she may never let us play Quidditch again

"All right, all right," Harry agreed, seeing Angelina's tears rolling in her eyes, "don't worry, I'll do it myself."

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