This was Andrew's first step in stirring up a split within the Death Eaters, and he wanted the Lestrange brothers to be a joke known to all wizards.

Harry Black is not a child born out of wedlock, strictly speaking, Tom Riddle and Bellatrix Lestrange are lovers, although because of the Dark Lord's power and brutality, the Lestrange brothers dare not say anything for the time being.

The Lestrange family is also an old dark wizard family, and the relationship between men and women is an extremely sensitive matter in any civilization. As a veteran wizard nobleman, Lestrange was able to endure such bitter consequences, probably because the Dark Lord was so powerful that it was desperate.

Not much time passed after that day. They received a copy of the Daily Prophet with Rita's edited article.

It has a big youthful photo of Bellatrix Lestrange on it - really beautiful, Sirius Black is of course a handsome guy, and his sister, before Bella went crazy, was not bad at all--- with a line of big red letters printed underneath: Bellatrix Lestrange, Death Eater Resurrected from the Dead - Hidden Truth: Mysterio, Bella, and the Lestrange Brothers.

Rita was more useful than she thought, and how quickly she got the article out, and although it wasn't on the front page, the Daily Prophet published it. There's a good show to watch now. Andrew quickly skimmed through the article in the third edition, and almost nothing had changed, it was still the version that was finalized that day.

"Aren't they afraid of the Dark Lord's revenge for the Prophet's daring to publish such an article in the Daily Prophet?" Cedric also saw the article, and he couldn't help but say to the other Hufflepuff.

"Hahaha. Fred laughed when he saw the article, "Who wrote this article?" and he said to Angelina, who had just wandered to the Gryffindor table, "It's so interesting, the Dark Lord's lace news, Rita didn't expect to be so bold, next time she comes to Hogwarts, we won't play tricks on her." ”

During this time, the twins also began to understand that in order to find Voldemort to avenge their father, the first step was to correctly understand Voldemort and not regard him as an invincible target.

Angelina nodded, and sat down between Fred and Ron.

"What news, I'll take a look, oh ?..." Although she only looked at the title, Angelina, who loves gossip, was immediately attracted.

Then they looked at the newspaper with great interest and talked loudly.

Many students first looked at it secretly, as if the "mystery man" in the newspaper would suddenly become the Dark Lord himself and jump out of the newspaper. Everyone started talking about it, privately.

With the exception of the Slytherin students, they looked at any student who whispered gossip about the Dark Lord with menacing eyes, as if they were the defenders of the Dark Lord's reputation.

"What are you doing here?" said a sweet, girly voice that pretended to be. Professor Umbridge stood behind Fred and Angelina, toad eyes scanning the newspaper they were reading together. There were many students behind her watching the excitement.

"What newspaper are you reading?" she asked slowly.

"Is it illegal to read the newspaper?" Fred exclaimed.

"Be careful, Mr. Weasley, or I'll put you in lockdown. Umbridge said, "What are you looking at? Let me see." ”

Everyone was hesitating whether to give this to her.

But Andrew grabbed the Daily Prophet and handed it to Umbridge, "an excellent article by a brave journalist who once gave Harry a little interview during the tournament." ”

She saw the title, and the dough-pale face glowed with patches of ugly purplish-red.

"This kind of thing... This kind of thing... How can it be published?" her face began to tremble, and she walked away with a pout, clutching the Daily Prophet to her chest, the eyes of many students following her.

"Professor, do you support the mystery man?" Andrew asked suddenly and loudly.

Professor Umbridge stopped abruptly, and the surroundings fell silent, and after a while, Professor Umbridge did not look back, nor did she say anything, she left as if she had heard nothing.

"She's scared! she's scared..." Ginny said excitedly at the sight of Professor Umbridge's hurried back.

"Why did you give it to her?" Harry asked, puzzled, "If she finds out, no one else can look at it, can she?"

Andrew smiled, "Yes, our Senior Deputy Minister has finally realized that it doesn't work to oppress us children at Hogwarts, does it?" Harry, I think the Deputy Minister will act soon, I just don't know how stupid her action will be. ”

Hermione giggled, too, "Andrew did the right thing, you'll find out soon." ”

Sure enough, at noon, huge notices were plastered all over the school, not only on the college bulletin boards, but also in the corridors and classrooms. The High Hogwarts Inquisitor ordered any student found to be in possession of the Daily Prophet newspaper to be expelled immediately.

The above regulations are in accordance with Education Order No. 27. Signed: Senior Investigator Dolores Jane Umbridge

"Stupider than I thought. Andrew sneered and glanced at the notice, worried about how long the Ministry of Magic could survive under the pressure of the three major forces.

Hermione looked at the notices and smiled happily, "This idea was proposed by Carl, and the more Umbridge banned it, the more the students wanted to figure out what was inside. ”

Before dinner, everyone in the school whispered about the Dark Lord's gossip about the Dark Lord's love history in the Daily Prophet, and even Professor Umbridge stopped the students everywhere in the school asking to see their school bags and pockets, but it didn't stop them from reading the article.

The teachers, of course, were barred from mentioning the interview by Education Order No. 26, but they nevertheless expressed their feelings in various ways. When it became clear that this was Hermione's suggestion, the professors showed their support with action.

When Hermione handed Professor Sprout a watering can, she added twenty points to Gryffindor. Professor Flitwick smiled at the end of Charms class and shoved Hermione with a box of screaming candy rats, said "Shhhh Professor Trelawney sobbed hysterically during the divination class, announcing to the astonished students and a displeased Umbridge that Hermione had a rare gift of prophet, which had not been shown before, but that she was destined to go down in history as Minister of Magic, and to have twelve children.

More students wrote home about showing their parents the Daily Prophet article, and then their parents introduced the story to more people.

In short, on the surface, it seems that everyone doesn't care much about it, but in private, everyone talks about it like crazy.

"Look," Andrew said in a low voice, pulling Cho to stand on the stool, looking coldly into everyone's eager eyes, "everybody's crazy, aren't they?The terrifying image that Voldemort has built up for so long is rapidly crumbling, and it won't be long before wizards discover that Voldemort is just a little more insane..."

Then he glanced at Dumbledore, who was eating at the faculty table, and Dumbledore happened to be looking this way, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes - Voldemort was not a weak man who was incapable of fighting back, he was one of the most dangerous dark wizards of all time - both Rita and the Daily Prophet were in great danger.

"I have to say, everybody is really crazy. Hermione said happily, "Is that your plan?"

"This is the beginning of the plan, starting with the dismantling of Voldemort's majesty," Andrew smiled mysteriously, "This is just part of the plan, the Dark Lord will fight back, we are not the main force yet, we must be patient." As for Umbridge .." Andrew saw that the position next to Lord Albus belonged to the position of the senior deputy minister, which was rare today, "Umbridge will definitely ban other things again, let's play with her for the time being." Wait patiently for the opportunity to succeed. ”

At dinner, Fred ran over and said, "The Owl Post reprinted that article too!" and his eyes widened with excitement and he said, "I can't believe that there are so many brave people who don't know that the Dark Lord has been resurrected!"

"Originally, the Dark Lord was alone, and of course no one dared to do anything to challenge him. But now that there are four sea monsters under the surface of the sea, any one of them can be eaten by the other three, and the Dark Lord has too few options to make. Andrew said, "The Dark Lord didn't make a timely move, and everyone began to test him. ”

When Andrew and Hermione walked out of the classroom the next day, they saw Penelope Crivat standing in the doorway of their classroom.

"Andrew," Penelope Crivat greeted, "may I talk to you?"

"Oh, okay, Carl, I'll be waiting for you in the library. Hermione said first, and then left.

Looking at Hermione's back as she left, Penelope Crivat said, "She's a good girl, isn't she?"

"Definitely. Andrew said.

When they came to the classroom again, Penelope Crivat closed the door, "That report, you were the idea, right?"

"Yes, it's just part of the plan," Andrew sat down, "just to weaken the Dark Lord." And then it was used by those clever wizards. ”

"Really!" said Penelope Crivat, "I can see that such a thing could you think of other than you?"

"What are you looking for me this time?" Andrew asked.

"Oh, I just wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help?" asked Penelope Crewatt expectantly.

"Are your injuries healed?"

Not long ago, during the tournament, there was a major accident, due to the wrong attack of the Magic Mountain School, which caused irreparable consequences, and the warriors, including Cedric and Penelo Crivat, were seriously injured.

"Of course, and I feel like my magic has gone up a lot. I've asked, there's never been a mutation of wizard magic like this, Andrew, I..."

Andrew knew Penelo Kerriot's situation, in the accident, she absorbed part of the power of the Far Eastern Demigod Demon Pattern Enchantment, and her strength had indeed increased a lot, and now speaking of which, Penelo Kerriot's strength has surpassed that of the average seventh-grade student, and she is now not weaker than Cedric Diggory, which is almost a leap.

Andrew nodded, "That's good." However, the current form is too complicated, and we can only hibernate and accumulate strength. I'm training them during this time, and you can participate when you have time. ”

Penelope Crivat looked at Andrew's black eyes, "You're going to fight him head-on, aren't you?, we're building up strength so that we can finally destroy the mystery man!" Penelope Crivat said with some excitement.

"Let's just say that, but if we are alone, we will undoubtedly hit the stone with an egg, so be patient. "As I said, it takes time, and it's ———

At this time, there seemed to be a loud noise coming from the hallway.

"What's going on outside ———?"

Penelope Crivat shook her head. The woman above screamed again. So the two of them walked out of the classroom, and found the shouting coming from the foyer, and they ran to the foyer, and the foyer was full of people. Students for dinner crowded out of the auditorium to see what was going on, and many others crowded up the marble staircase. The onlookers formed a large circle. Some people looked shocked, and some even looked terrified.

Professor Trelawney stood in the middle of the foyer, wand in one hand. Holding an empty wine bottle in one hand, he looked completely insane. Her hair was all on, her glasses were crooked, one eye seemed much larger than the other, and her countless scarves and shawls hung messily down, making her look like she was in tatters. There were two large boxes next to her, one upside down, as if it had been thrown down the stairs.

"No!" she screamed, "no! it can't happen—it can't be—I refuse to accept it!"

"You didn't expect that?" said a high-pitched girl-like voice, as if amused.

Professor Umbridge was looking at her with a sneer, "You can't even predict tomorrow's weather, but you should always realize that your poor performance in my lectures and your lack of improvement since then will inevitably lead to your dismissal, right?"

"Y-you can't!" exclaimed Professor Trelawney, tears welling up from behind the big lenses, "you-you can't fire me! I'm- I've been here for sixteen years! Ho- Hogwarts is my home!"

"It used to be your home," Professor Umbridge said. Professor Trelawney slumped over a box and wept bitterly, a smug smile appeared on her toad face.

"Until an hour ago, the Minister of Magic signed your dismissal order. Now please leave the hall, you embarrass us. ”

But she stood there, gloating as Professor Trelawney shivered, whimpered, and swayed back and forth on the box with bouts of grief.

Lavender and Parvati were hugging each other and weeping silently.

Professor McGonagall then squeezed her way out of the crowd and walked straight up to Professor Trelawney, patting her vigorously on the back and pulling a large handkerchief from her robe.

"Alright, alright, Sybil - calm down - blow your nose - not as bad as you think - you won't leave Hogwarts -"

"Oh, is it, Professor McGonagall?" Umbridge said viciously, taking a few steps forward, "who approved this——?"

"Me. A deep voice said.

The oak door opened, and the students by the door hurriedly dodged open, and Dumbledore appeared in the doorway.

He stood in the doorframe, against the misty night, with a sense of majesty.

Magic gushes out like a tidal wave, Albus Dumbledore, a man of genius.

He left the door open and strode through the crowd towards Professor Trelawney. She was still sitting on the box. With tears on her face and trembling all over, Professor McGonagall accompanied her.

"You, Professor Dumbledore?" Umbridge let out a particularly ugly screech, and she couldn't help but take a step back, the powerful magic coercion made the poor Deputy Minister a little suffocated, but she knew that she couldn't back down at this time.

"I'm afraid you don't know yet. Dumbledore, I mean Headmaster Dumbledore, I have—" she pulled a roll of parchment from her robe—a dismissal order signed by myself and the Minister of Magic. Under Education Order 23, the Hogwarts Supreme Inquisitor has the authority to inspect, retain, and fire any teacher who, in my opinion, does not meet the standards of the Ministry. I don't think Professor Trelawney is qualified. I've fired her. ”

Holding the minister's order, Professor Umbridge regained his strength.

But Dumbledore still didn't show any expression, not even a glance at her.

Ignored, like ants, ignored.

Albus Dumbledore looked down at Professor Trelawney, who was still sobbing on the box, "Sybil, don't worry..."

"Albus Dumbledore!" Professor Umbridge waved the parchment in his hand vigorously.

Dumbledore turned around and said, "Of course you're right, Professor Umbridge. As the Supreme Ombudsman, you have every right to fire my teachers. But you don't have the right to banish them from the castle, I'm afraid—" There was no threat in his eyes—Umbridge wasn't his enemy yet—and said with a blank face, "and I want Professor Trelawney to continue to live at Hogwarts." ”

Trelawney laughed excitedly, sobbing a little. "No-no, I'm leaving, Dumbledore! I'm leaving- leaving Hogwarts and making a living elsewhere-"

"No," Dumbledore said firmly, "I want you to stay, Sybil. ”

He turned to Professor McGonagall.

"Would you please take Sybil upstairs, Professor McGonagall?"

"Of course," said McGonagall, "go upstairs, Sybil—"

Professor Sprout hurriedly stepped up and grabbed Professor Trelawney's other arm. The two led her past Umbridge and up the marble staircase. Professor Flitwick chased after him with his wand raised, screaming, "The box moves!" Professor Trelawney's box rose into the air and followed her upstairs, where Professor Flitwick broke off.

Professor Umbridge stood there, glaring at Dumbledore, still smiling kindly. "What are you going to do with her when I appoint a new divination teacher and need to use her room?" she whispered, but the voice continued to spread throughout the hall.

"Oh, that's not a problem," said Dumbledore pleasantly, "you see, I've got a divination teacher, and he's willing to live on the ground floor. ”

"You've already found ——?," Umbridge said sharply, "you've been found?" I remind you, Dumbledore, according to Education Order Twenty-Two—"

"—The Ministry of Magic has the right to appoint teachers if and only if the headmaster cannot find a suitable candidate. I'm happy to announce that this time I found it. Would you like me to introduce me?" he turned his head to the door, and the night mist drifted through it.

Out of the fog appeared a face, pale blonde hair, surprisingly blue eyes, and a human head and limbs resting on a pale tawny horse. "This is Ferencze," Dumbledore said happily to a stunned Umbridge, "I think you'll find him a good fit." ”