Chapter 946

As a matter of fact, before Malfoy could react, vanillin had already released the curse.

Like the fake Moody's, Malfoy was turned into a mink and tucked into the pants of the frantic runaway carat.

However, this time there is no imaginary Jieqi, Fanlin is not sure whether Malfoy will come again.

A couple of people turned around and looked at the huge scoreboard, and Gryffindor's 100 was gone in a split second. Although van Lim didn't care about points, it was undoubtedly the worst change for Hogwarts.

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"Did you notice that?" Said Fred's voice.

He and George had just come down the marble stairs and joined Harry, Ron, van Lin, Hermione and Ernie, standing together in front of the scorer.

"Malfoy just deducted about 100 points from us," Harry said, somewhat, as they saw more stones flying up from Gryffindor's hourglass.

"Yes, the Ministry of magic is trying to split us," George said.

"What do you mean, try?" Ron said quickly.

"They never ordered," Fred said. "These mistakes are due to the disappearing cabinets he forced us into the first floor."

A few people seem to be helpless, originally they were just maintaining the study of defense against the dark arts, but now.

"What are you going to do?" Asked Fanling, but seeing Fred's gloomy expression, he understood their thoughts immediately.

"But you'll be in trouble."

"No, it's going to be until the Ministry of witchcraft and mongeston. It's still a few weeks away. I don't know how far he's going." Said Fred calmly. "In short, we choose not to care about whether there is trouble."

"Have you ever been?" Asked Hermione.

"Of course," said George.

"Never fired, have you?"

"We always know what to do," said Fred.

"We have a little bit of a problem from time to time," George said.

"But we always stop for a short time because of deliberate sabotage," said Fred.

"But now -" said Ron tentatively.

"Yes. Now - "said George.

"Because Dumbledore is gone," said Fred.

"- we suspect the deliberate destruction -" said George.

"- absolutely the reward our dear new principal deserves," said Fred.

"You can't!" Said Hermione in a low voice. "You really can't! She's trying to find a reason to fire you! "

"You didn't get it, Hermione, did you?" Said Fred, smiling at her. "We don't care how long we can stay here. We're going to get out of here if we don't want to do anything more for Dumbledore. So, all in all, "he looked at his watch," is starting to work. I'm going to the auditorium for lunch. If I were you, you would stand here and let the teacher see that you didn't have anything to do with it. "

"Some things with whom?" Said Hermione anxiously.

"You'll see," George said, "run forward, now." Fred and George turned away and disappeared in the crowd heading down to dinner.

Looking confused, Ernie whispered about his unfinished metamorphosis homework and ran away.

"I think we should get out of here, you know," Hermione said uneasily. "It's just -"

"Oh, OK," said Fanlin, and the four of them walked towards the door to the auditorium, but Harry was lightly slapped on the shoulder by the man in a hurry, didn't even look at it, then turned around and found himself almost nose to nose with Fitch. He took a few hasty steps back; filch saw it best from this distance.

"The headmistress wants to see you, Al," filch looked at Vaseline maliciously.

"He didn't do that," said Hermione clumsily, imagining what Fred and George were planning. It made filch laugh even more.

"I'm sorry for my conscience, eh?" He gasped. "Follow me."

"I've noticed," said Van Lin, somewhat coldly.

Fanlin looked back at Harry and Hermione, both worried. He shrugged and followed filch out of the auditorium, as opposed to the hungry students.

Filch seemed in a wonderful mood; he kept buzzing as he climbed the marble stairs. When he stopped for the first time, he said, "everything around here has changed, al."

"Yes. I tell Dumbledore every year that I'm too lax with you, "filch said to himself, chuckling. "Your ugly little habits can never be changed. If you know I will whip you, will you? Now if I hang your feet upside down, will anyone not feel the Frisbee with poisonous fangs in the corridor? But when section 29 of the Education Act came along, Al, I could do those things. Also, she asked the minister if she could sign a procedure for something troublesome. Oh, because she's in charge of things here are becoming very different. You'll never have a chance to hang out from school at night. I'll take you seriously, and Potter"Harry next?" Fanlin was very interested in saying, "I knew she would not have any new ideas."

"Be respectful, al..."

"Before that, I hope you'd better shut up. Do you think I'm the student you originally arrested?"

Umbridge was clearly in full control of filch, Fanling thought as he walked, and apparently what Umbridge needed was that he might prove an important weapon; the secret passage he knew at school might be known only to the Weasley twins and him.

"Here we are," said Fanling, frowning slightly, knocking on Umbridge's door and pushing it open.

"Here comes Potter, ma'am."

Umbridge's office, as van Lin had explored, was very familiar to him. It was a piece of wood lying across her desk as usual, but it said: headmistress.

At the same time, Harry's catapults, as well as Fred and George's broomsticks, were chained to the wall behind the desk, with strong nails.

Is this a new instrument of torture?

Umbridge was sitting behind her desk, busy scribbling on her pink parchment, but she immediately looked up and smiling at them.

"Thank you, Argus," she said softly.

"No, ma'am, no," said filch, bowing if his rheumatism would permit, and then leaving behind.

"Sit down," Umbridge said briefly, pointing to a chair.

Fanlin sat down happily. She continued to scribble. He looked at the kittens on some dirty dishes behind her head, these detection magic.

"Good, now," Umbridge put down her quill and looked at him as if a toad couldn't stand flying.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"what?" said Fanlin, making sure he heard her clearly.

"What to drink, Mr. Al," she said, laughing more. "Tea? Coffee? Pumpkin juice?" when she named each drink, she waved her wand, and the teacup or glass appeared on her desk.

"No, thank you," said Fanlin.

"I want you to have a cup of tea with me," she said, her voice becoming dangerous and sweet. "Choose one."

"All right. Tea, "said Van Lin, shrugging. She got up and added a little milk and came back. Then she was drinking and walking around the desk with a malicious smile.

"There it is," she said, giving it to him. "Before it's cold, drink it, won't it?"

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