Stoic Podmore was captured, Dumbledore. Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and reported to Dumbledore.

"He was supposed to escort Harry to King's Cross that day. Dumbledore's fingers were pressed together, his expression serious.

According to Kingsley, he was captured by Eric Munch, a guard at the Ministry of Magic, who discovered that at 1 a.m. he had attempted to break through a level 1 secret door, the room containing the prophecy orbs of Harry and the Mysteries. Professor McGonagall said in a solemn tone, "I have been arrested, and the evidence is abundant, and I am afraid that there will be no way to get away with the guilt in the Wizengamot trial." ”

"Why did he run there in the middle of the night for some reason in the room with that prophecy orb, could it be that Voldemort wanted to know about the prophecy, and what news did Sthogil know?" Dumbledore's finger tapped on the table.

"This is not normal, what are the consequences for Stoichy?" asked McGonagall, clenching her fists.

"It didn't cause much damage, but I'm afraid Fudge would have let him stay in Azkaban for a while. Dumbledore looked solemn.

"Why didn't Stoic tell us first, brainless and reckless, is it so hard to send an owl?" Professor McGonagall's eyes lit up, "he has a pile of straw on his head, and his mind is full of straw?"

It was difficult for Stojee to explain why he had broken into the door so late, and he could only refuse to defend himself in order to keep it a secret. Dumbledore's body leaned heavily against the back of his chair, and the matter was irreparable.

This semester, Alan felt uncomfortable, as he could no longer stay in the Harris family tower around the clock to study spells, and with the end of the Wizarding Tournament, his privilege of not having to attend classes naturally disappeared.

He also hopes to get more knowledge and inspiration in the professors' classes, but the professors take care of ordinary little wizards, and the knowledge points taught by Alan have been fully mastered and can even extend more content, he is very boring in such a class, and it is a waste of his precious time.

Not only that, but he also had to complete the assignments assigned by the professors, and although he was able to complete each assignment smoothly and in the fastest time in the whole school, he still had to spend a lot of time on the content that he had fully mastered.

After a period of lessons with the young wizards of Ravenclaw, Alan could no longer bear to waste his time, and it was a great loss to waste his time on the knowledge he had already mastered.

Therefore, after dinner that day, Alan couldn't wait to go to the teacher's chair and find Headmaster Dumbledore, the other professors looked at Alan curiously, and Umbridge slowly ate a piece of steak as if it were the best delicacy in the world, and needed to be tasted bit by bit.

"Harris, what are you?" Dumbledore tilted his head, unsure of Alan's intentions.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I'd like to ask if I can be allowed to schedule my time as freely as I did last semester, and I can take all the o's on the exam. Alan saluted politely and said the purpose directly.

"He can do it, Albus, and I don't think he's going to learn anything in the classroom, and these classes that are too elementary for him are really delaying his studies, in fact,.. I can get を in all exams. Professor Flitwick's shrill voice tilted Dumbledore's head slightly.

Alan glanced gratefully at his dean, and Professor Flitwick left his seat and came to their side.

"I trust your judgment, Filius. Dumbledore's hands clasped together in front of him, "But Harris, my dear child, please forgive me for not being able to grant you this request, the tournament is over, you have to follow the school's schedule, you can't break the rules, and Hogwarts has many other wonderful students, so I can't let you have this privilege again just because you have good grades." ”

Dumbledore lifted his glasses and rejected Ellen.

Although Alan was disappointed, he did not continue to persuade him, since Dumbledore had made a decision to explicitly reject Alan, it would be futile to entangle.

Umbridge, who was sitting on the side, put down his knife and fork, his eyes slithering over Alan and Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore, Filius has a point, Harris really doesn't need to take these classes, why refuse him?" Professor McGonagall asked, looking at Alan's back as he walked away.

"I think he needs to have more contact with young wizards of the same age through these classes, rather than being alone in a room to study and study, and communicating with his peers a lot is good for his growth. He had barely attended classes for the whole of the last year, and in that time he had mastered many spells that were too dangerous, and I was worried that he would become too addicted to the study of the dark arts and be affected by them, but it was inconvenient to tell him directly, lest he be provoked to rebel. Dumbledore said from the bottom of his heart, he did mean well.

"Dumbledore, you always think you're right. Obviously, Alan Harris is the same kind of person as you. Snape's tone was a little mean, and he stood up and left the Great Hall, his black robes tumbling behind him.

That night, Umbridge left the brightly lit castle and disappeared into the darkness as she headed to Fudge's home.

In the Gryffindor common room, Ron and Harry were immersed in their astronomy coursework, and Gryffindor had trained during the day, so neither of them had finished their homework until now.

At that moment, there was a short, high-pitched owl call outside the window, and both Harry and Ron looked up. A beautiful long-eared owl stood on the windowsill, staring at Ron in the room with wide eyes.

"Is this Hermez?" asked Harry, looking stunned.

"Oh my God, it's it!" Ron whispered, dropping his quill and standing up, "how could Percy write to me?"

He walked over and opened the window, and Hermez flew in and landed on Ron's paper, with a leg stretched out with a letter tied to it. Ron unwrapped the letter, and the owl flew away, leaving ink-stained footprints on Ron's Io.

"That's right, it's definitely Percy's handwriting. Ron said, sitting back in his chair and glaring at the lines of the parchment: Hogwarts, Gryffindor House, Ron Weasley.

Ron opened the parchment roll and looked at it. His gaze swept down the parchment line by line, and his brow furrowed more and more.

"Dear Ron: I just heard from the Minister for Magic himself that he heard from your observer, Lady Umbridge, that you have become a prefect at Hogwarts...... I'm sorry I didn't see you often during my summer vacation. I was reluctant to criticize our parents, but if they continued to mingle with the dangerous people around Dumbledore, I was afraid I would never be able to live under the same roof with them again. If you write to your mother when, tell her that there is a man named Stoic Podmore, a close friend of Dumbledore, who has recently been arrested for trespassing on the Ministry. Perhaps it will make them see what kind of criminals they are currently associating with. I consider myself very fortunate to have been spared the stigma of being in the company of these men in time, and the Minister has been magnanimous to me, and therefore I sincerely hope and beg you, Ron, my brother, that you will not allow family affection to blind you to the wrong nature of our parents' beliefs and actions. I sincerely hope that one day they will realize that they are wrong. Of course, when that day comes, I will be more than happy to accept their heartfelt apologies...... Perhaps you would not dare to disown Potter and I know that he may be insane and, as far as I know, violent tendencies, if you do have concerns about this, or find that Potter's behaviour is disturbing to you, I beg you to speak to Dolores Umbridge, who is a very sweet and easy-going woman, and I know she will be happy to give you some advice......"

After reading the letter, he had a look of disgust on his face. He slipped the letter to Harry.

Harry finished a quick scan of the letter and looked up at Ron.

"Well," he said, trying to make his voice sound as if he thought the whole thing was ridiculous, "what do you want to say?" he looked at Percy's letter, "Oh, by the way, cut ties with me, I swear I would never be violent." ”

"Give me back the letter," Ron said with his hand outstretched, "he is," Ron said impulsively, tearing Percy's letter in half, "the biggest" he tore the letter in four, "the biggest" he tore the letter into eight, "fool." He threw the scraps of paper into the fire.

"Come on, we've got to finish this thing before dawn. He said briskly to Harry, pulling Professor Sinista's paper back in front of him.

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