The dinner was over, and the students went back to their dormitories to rest and prepare for tomorrow's class, and Ron, as the prefect of Gryffindor, had to run to lecture the first-year freshmen.

It is necessary to establish the prestige of the new prefect.

Dumbledore took Umbridge on a tour around Hogwarts, with McGonagall following them as Deputy Headmaster.

No one could have imagined that even if Umbridge only spent less than half a day at the school, he would leave an unexpected "gift" to the students of Hogwarts. ”

"I spent my student days here. In the trophy showroom, Umbridge looked at the shiny trophies that were in the cabinet, and made a look of remembrance, and the wrinkles on his face were huddled, but he didn't know it.

The group wandered around for a while, then walked out of the house together and headed for the Quidditch pitch.

"This is a Quidditch pitch. Dumbledore waved his cuffs and pointed towards the wide court, which was extremely empty, with the occasional breeze crossing, and a bright moon in the sky poked its head out, piercing through the clouds, elegant and quiet.

When it is lively, both the venue and the stands here are crowded.

"Looks pretty good," she smiled, a hint of bureaucracy.

She was also involved in some management of the previous Quidditch World Cup, and she still had some understanding of the popularity of this event, and there was no opposition to it, and it was said that it could also drive economic growth, so she did not show any obvious bad feelings.

With a "whoosh", a bright red ghost flying ball suddenly flew out of nowhere, extremely fast, and smashed straight towards Umbridge, and the "bell" hit her in the face, and the woman didn't even make a sound, just fell straight to the ground.

"Who is it?" Professor McGonagall immediately drew her wand and looked around warily, her face becoming more serious.

The attack on Hogwarts by the current Minister of Magic was not good news for the school in any way.

"Minerva, relax, it should be done unintentionally by the students. Dumbledore stretched out his wand and tapped it on Umbridge's forehead, a soft, healing white glow that flickered.

As an emergency treatment.

"Albus, how could anyone be training now, it's only the first day—" Professor McGonagall gestured to the empty pitch and sternly thought it might have been a deliberate attack.

She guessed correctly, but she didn't know much about the purpose of the person who planned the attack, let alone the mastermind of everything, right in front of her.

"Okay, that's more about that later, I think it's time to wake her up. Dumbledore said decisively.

"Recover quickly. The old man's old voice rang out, and the powerful magic quickly brought Umbridge back to his senses.

"This sport is too dangerous, I'm going to ban it, ban it!" Umbridge woke up and quickly struggled to his feet, and began to scream wildly, falling into a state of hysteria.

Professor McGonagall's face instantly turned ugly.

And Dumbledore's face, with a smile on his face, looked at the woman quietly.

At this time, in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, a faint moonlight poured down, the air was slightly cold, and the bushes covered with thorns occasionally made some noises, perhaps insects.

Centaur Ferenze was standing on a black stone, the upper part of his body maintained a backward posture, one eye was slightly narrowed, the thumb of his left hand was raised, his right hand was raised, and the cream-colored body of the horse was firmly standing on the ground, this posture was obviously a throwing posture, it didn't last long, and it quickly recovered, he shook his thick and strong arm a few times, and moved his wrist.

"This is the favorite sport of ordinary wizards? He muttered to himself and shook his head.

It seems that this is the so-called "culprit".

"My suggestion, Ms. Umbridge, is that you should go to the hospital where I can at the first time, so as not to leave any after-effects. Turning his gaze, Dumbledore smiled and slowly gave his advice after Umbridge had finished venting his manic feelings.

"Yes, yes, take me to the doctor, I'm feeling a little dizzy right now. Umbridge exaggerated, pretending to be weak and put her finger on her forehead, showing a pained expression, but seeing how excited she was just now, it didn't seem like there was any big problem at all.

Pure physical damage is very difficult for a wizard to inflict great damage.

In fact, as long as this old man is willing, even if Voldemort is in person, it will be difficult to cause a little harm to the person he wants to protect.

So why did Umbridge get hit?

That's a question worth pondering.

The next day, all the Hogwarts students received a message that shocked everyone.

Hogwarts will temporarily suspend any training for Quidditch matches, and intramural Quidditch competitions at Hogwarts may cease.

Last year there was a more exciting Goblet of Fire, and all the students had no problem with it, but this year it was hard for them to understand that Quidditch matches were stopped.

Dolores Umbridge issued the Twentieth Education Order, which temporarily banned all Quidditch-related activities for the sake of the stability of the Hogwarts school and the safety of the students.

"Why is that? Professor McGonagall, what the hell is going on? We need to stop Quidditch matches, even training. "By the end of the next morning's lesson, the news had already spread.

Because notices were posted in the break rooms of the various colleges.

Harry went straight to Professor McGonagall's office after class.

Dumbledore is no longer at Hogwarts, and Professor McGonagall will be responsible for the Headmaster, and soon the new Acting Headmaster will be selected by the Ministry of Magic to take up his post.

"I'm sorry, Potter, this is a decision from the Ministry of Magic, and at least for now, Hogwarts can only abide by this decision for the time being. ”

"She has to have a reason, right?" said Harry, unassumingly.

At least on the surface, that's the reason. "Professor McGonagall didn't want to tell Harry the truth, that wouldn't help.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, and could tell that her mood had actually been affected.

"In short, accept the status quo, we will try our best to fight for it and recover as soon as possible. Professor McGonagall reassured Harry, who was actually having a hard time accepting as a female fan.

Harry was frustrated.

He hadn't touched Quidditch in a year or so, and the Goblet of Fire from last school year had taken him a lot of time to prepare, and the Quidditch match had been suspended that year.

The broom, which symbolizes the best performance, the fire bolt, I don't know how long it has been under my chest, and I thought it would be seen again, but I didn't expect such an unexpected turn to happen.

He hated the old woman more and more.

It's just that Umbridge has now left Hogwarts.

That's right, if you don't go back overnight, how can this kind of education order be issued?

The beginning of this semester really seems to be a bad sign.