For the rest of the weekend, Harry and Ron were anxiously copying Andrew's homework.

And Hermione and Andrew sat together under a large beech tree by the lake on this last bright day of autumn, when the sun was still shining. She brought some wool out and cast a spell on the knitting needles, causing them to clatter and flutter around her, weaving more hats and scarves.

"Senior Talai seems to be genuinely popular, doesn't she?" Hermione said suddenly.

"Pretty much. Andrew closed his eyes, tilted his head, leaned against the tree and said, "I don't think such a person would suddenly be interested in a long, unhandsome, ordinary me, do I?"

Hermione approached Andrew and looked at his face closely, "Actually, you're pretty handsome." Hermione looked at Andrew's hair, which was almost half covering his eyes, and said, "It's just that you always look decadent." Why don't you cut your hair a little shorter?"

Andrew opened his eyes and stroked Hermione's thick and unkempt hair, "Who cares about this kind of thing?"

Usually at such a time, under normal circumstances, it should be the time for young boys and girls in the sun to kiss each other, but ———

"Hey, Andrew. A brisk voice said. Andrew looked up and saw Ginny standing beside them, greeting Andrew.

"Hello, Talai. Hermione greeted her a little unpleasantly. However, Tale ignored Hermione and said to Andrew, "Andy, what are you going to teach us?"

"I haven't thought about it yet. Andrew replied lightly.

"Yes. Tale sat down next to Andrew, "Think slowly." ”

None of the three of them spoke, and the time went on like this for a while.

"Let's go, Hermione. Andrew said, "Those two should have finished their homework, and now I guess there are a lot of questions waiting for us." ”

"That's right. Hermione said, "Then I'll go back." ”

"You're going back?" said Tale.

"Hmm. ”

"Okay, I'll go back too. Tale also stood up.

They broke up in the hallway on the second floor, "See you next time, Andrew." Tale said.

After Tale left, Andrew saw that Hermione had been silent, "What's wrong? I don't think you're happy." Andrew said.

"yes," Hermione said with a calm face, "I wouldn't be happy to have another girl chasing after me Andrew." ”

Andrew laughed, "Should I be happy to hear you say that? or shouldn't I be happy?"

"What's there to be happy about?"

"yes. Andrew mimicked Hermione's tone and said, "How could I be happy that a girl next to me was jealous because another girl had spoken to me a little more." ”

Hermione raised her eyebrows and didn't speak, but she looked visibly much happier.

On Monday morning, Andrew and Cho and Luna arrived in the middle of the sunny common room, where they noticed that there was something extra in the room, which had attracted the attention of a small group of people.

A large notice was posted on the Ravenclaw bulletin board, so big that it covered everything else on the bulletin board - a list for auctioning off second-hand spell books, the school rules that Argus Filch regularly reminded of, the Quidditch team's training schedule, the ad for exchanging chocolate frog pictures, the new ad for the Weasley brothers looking for someone to experiment with, the date of the weekend in Hogsmeade, and the lost and found. The new notice is printed in large bold letters, with a formal-looking seal underneath, and a neat floral signature next to it.

Orders from the High Inquisitor at Hogwarts

All student organizations, associations, teams and clubs are hereby dissolved.

Organizations, associations, teams and clubs are defined as regular assemblies of three or more students.

A request for restructuring may be made to the Senior Investigator (Professor Umbridge). No student organizations, associations, teams, and clubs may exist without the approval of the Senior Investigator.

If a student is found to have formed or joined any organization, association, team, or club without the approval of the Senior Ombudsman. Summarous dismissal.

The above regulations are in accordance with Education Order No. 24.

Signed: Senior Investigator

Dolores Jane Umbridge

As they finished reading the notice, Cho and Luna's faces sank.

"It's not a coincidence," Qiu said with her fists clenched, "she knows." ”

"No way. Luna said immediately.

"There were a lot of people in the bar. Let's face it, we don't know how many people in the room can be trusted—anyone could run to Umbridge to snitch—and he thought they believed him, even admired him—"

"Zachares Smith!" Cho said with some uneasiness, "or—I think that Michael Corner is a little sneaky—"

"What to do, Andrew?" said Luna, looking at Andrew worriedly.

"Wait until Hermione comes over. Andrew said calmly.

"What's wrong?" asked Hermione.

"Look. ”

Hermione's gaze quickly moved down the notice, and her face became solemn.

"Someone must be informing!" Qiu said angrily.

"No way. Hermione whispered.

"You're so naïve," Cho said, "and you think it's just because you're upright and reliable—"

"There won't be anyone on the list who will tell you. Andrew said, "I found out that there was a spell on that parchment, and the informant would be very unlucky." ”

"So you know?" said Hermione, not surprised at all.

"I knew it at the first sight of the parchment——— I wasn't surprised to find you. ”

Hermione said, "Of course, you know that's normal——— let's go have breakfast and see what the others think—are all the houses posted?"

As soon as they entered the auditorium, they saw that Umbridge's notice was not just posted in the Ravenclaw Building. There was a peculiar tension in the auditorium, with a lot of chatter and chaos, with people running around talking about what they had seen. As soon as Andrew and Hermione sat down, Neville, Dean, Fred, George, and Ginny rushed over.

"Did you see that?"

"Do you think she knows?"

"What are we going to do?"

"Of course you still have to do it. Neville said, "What's that old toad?"

"I knew you would say that. George smiled and slapped Neville on the shoulder.

"Are the prefects going to do it too?" Fred looked at Hermione questioningly.

"Of course. Hermione said calmly.

"Ernie and Hannah Abbott are here,"

Hermione looked panicked.

"Oh no. Those fools can't come over now, they're going to look suspicious—sit down!" she said to Ernie and Hannah, gesturing vigorously to get them to sit back at the Hufflepuff table, "Wait! We'll talk later!"

"I'll tell Michael," said Ginny impatiently, jumping off the stool, "this idiot, it's—"

"Hermione, Harry!"

It was Angelina, who hurried over with a look of despair.

"It's okay," Harry whispered when she got close enough, "we'll still be—"

"Did you notice that she included Quidditch balls?" said Angelina, overshadowing his voice, "we need to go and ask for a restructuring of the Gryffindor team!"

"What?" said Harry.

"No way. Ron exclaimed in shock.

Angelina seemed to be on the verge of crying, "She didn't agree to our reorganization—"

"You can go to Professor McGonagall. Andrew said, "I don't think Professor McGonagall will leave it alone." ”

Angelina immediately looked happy, "You're right. Then she left cheerfully.

"She's changed face faster than ——— flip through a book——— I bet Umbridge was in the history of magic class," Ron said gloomily as they hurried to class, "she hadn't heard Binns's class yet—I could bet she was there—"

But he was wrong, there was only one teacher in the class, Professor Binns. He floated an inch above his seat as usual, ready to continue his hum sermon about the war of the giants.

Ron fell asleep again, until class ended and Hermione woke him up.

"Class?"

The group walked down the stone steps of the basement classroom to take the Potions class in a daze, but when they reached the bottom floor, they were awakened by Draco Malfoy's voice. He was standing outside the door of Snape's classroom, waving a piece of official paper-like parchment, raising his voice and shouting so well that they could hear it clearly.

"That's right, Umbridge kept the Slytherin Quidditch team going, and I went to ask her early this morning. Hey, it's almost like it's automatic. Let me tell you, she knows my dad very well, and my dad frequents the Ministry of Magic - we'll see if Gryffindor can continue to be active, right?"

"Malfoy," Andrew said with a calm face, "you shouldn't disturb me when I'm confused——— it seems that you've forgotten the lessons of the past, and I think I need to remind you again." ”

"Don't do that, Andrew. Hermione whispered to dissuade Andrew.

"You don't dare, Andrew. Especially in this case. Malfoy raised his voice a little more, and looked at Andrew with gray eyes maliciously, "If you do, I can guarantee you, you ———"

He didn't dare to speak, because Andrew had already rushed to Malfoy's side, pulling out his wand and pointing it at him.

"You...... You don't dare, you can't use magic here. Malfoy seemed to be a little more confident, and his voice raised slightly, "You know the situation now. ”

"That's right," Andrew said with a smile, retracting his wand, "I really can't use magic on you here, but ———" He shook his wand, and there was an extra stick on the ground, and they all slammed at Malfoy, who didn't react.

"Remember the lesson this time, Malfoy. Andrew put away his wand and said.

At this moment, the door to the basement classroom opened, and Snape stood there, his dark eyes sweeping towards Malfoy lying on the ground.

"What's going on?" said Snape in his cold, sarcastic tone, "Gryffindor deducts thirty points. You two, take him to the hospital. ”

Andrew and Hermione sat down in their old seats in the back row of the classroom, pulling out parchment, quills, and the textbook A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms. The students around them were talking to each other about Andrew's assault on Malfoy, but when Snape closed the door to the basement classroom and there was a heavy echo, the class fell silent.

"You'll find out," Snape said in his low, sarcastic tone, "we have a guest today. ”

He gestured to the dimly lit corner, where Professor Umbridge sat with a clipboard in his lap.

"Continue to dispense the booster today, and you'll see the mixture you left over from the last lesson, and if it's right, it should be in the end of the week. How to do it—" he waved his wand again, "—on the blackboard. Begin. Professor Umbridge spent the first half hour taking notes in the corner.

At this point, Umbridge stood up and saw her walking between the two rows of tables towards Snape, who was leaning over to examine Dean Thomas's cauldron.

"Well, this class seems to be pretty well learned," she said briskly into Snape's back, "but I doubt it's advisable to teach them potions like enhancers." I think the ministry will want to remove it from the curriculum. Snape straightened up and turned to look at her.

"Now—how long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?" she asked, quill ready to take notes on the clipboard.

"Fourteen years. Snape's expression was unfathomable

"You applied to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts first, didn't you?" Professor Umbridge asked Snape.

"Yes. Snape whispered.

"But didn't apply?"

Snape pouted.

"It's obvious. ”

Professor Umbridge scribbled on the clipboard.

"You've applied to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts many times since you entered the school, haven't you?"

"Yes. Snape whispered, his lips barely moving. He looked annoyed.

"Do you know why Dumbledore repeatedly refused to use you?" Umbridge asked.

"I suggest you go and ask him. Snape replied stiffly.

"I will. Professor Umbridge said with a smile on his face.

"Does it matter?" Snape asked, his dark eyes narrowing.

"Yes," Professor Umbridge said, "the ministry wants to know all about the – uh – background of the teachers. ”

She turned and walked away, paced up to Pansy Parkinson, and began to ask her about the class.

Later, Andrew heard again———

"Zero again, Potter. Snape said viciously, and with a wave of his wand emptied Harry's cauldron, "You write me an article on the correct preparation of this potion, indicating what you did wrong and why you were wrong, and hand it in in the next lesson, do you understand?"

"Understood. Harry said angrily.

"Skip the divination class," Andrew said after lunch, looking at a depressed Harry.

"Harry can't skip divination class. Hermione said.

"Andrew is right," Harry's little girlfriend snapped, "or Harry wouldn't have been able to sleep at night." ”

"Okay, I'll listen to Andrew, no more classes. Harry finally said that he had gone upstairs with his bag.

Andrew and Ron arrive at the Divination classroom, and Trelawney throws a copy of the Dream Interpretation Guide on Andrew and Ron's desk, strides away with a pout, and throws the next Dream Interpretation Guide at Seamus and Dean, almost hitting Seamus's head, and shoves the last one onto Neville's chest, pushing him off the stool.

"Alright, let's get started!" said Professor Trelawney, his voice a little hysterical, "you know what to do! Am I so bad at teaching that you haven't learned to open your textbooks?"

The class looked at her in bewilderment, looking at each other.

Then Professor Trelawney angrily walked back to his high-backed teacher's chair, his eyes magnified by the lenses filled with tears of anger. Ron whispered, "I think she received the results of the investigation." ”

"Professor?" asked Parvati Patil in a whisper (she and Lavender had always admired Professor Trelawney), "Professor, what—isn't it?"

"No," cried Professor Trelawney, her voice trembling with excitement, "of course not! I was insulted—insinuation—baseless accusations—but no, of course not—" She took a deep breath with a shudder, turned her face away, and tears of anger welled up from under her glasses.

"I don't mention it," she choked up, "sixteen years of hard work—apparently no one noticed—but I shouldn't be insulted, I shouldn't!"

"But Professor, who is insulting you?" asked Parvati timidly.

"Those in power!" said Professor Trelawney in a low, theatrical trembling voice, "those whose eyes are blinded by the world, who do not see what I see, who know what I know—of course, we prophets are always feared, always persecuted—this is—alas—our fate—"

She choked, wiped her wet cheeks with the corner of her shawl, pulled a small embroidered handkerchief from her sleeve, and blew her nose vigorously like the babbling of Peeves. Ron laughed secretly. Lavender glared at him with disdain.

"Professor," Parvati said, "you mean—isn't Professor Umbridge——?"

"Don't mention that woman to me!" shouted Professor Trelawney, jumping to his feet, his head shaking like a rattle and his glasses flashing, "please do your homework!"

The rest of the time she walked around the class, tears dripping from behind her glasses, and muttering to herself from time to time, as if threatening someone.

"—just resign—this disgrace—stay on probation—we'll see—see if she dare—"

When Andrew and Ron meet Harry and Hermione in Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Ron tells them, "She apparently thinks Trelawney is an old liar too—it seems like she'd kept her on probation." ”

As she spoke, Umbridge walked into the classroom, wearing her black velvet bow and feeling full of ambition.

"Good afternoon, students. ”

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge. Everyone said in a procrastinating voice.

"Put away your wand—"

But there was no panic this time, because no one had taken out their wands at all.

"Please turn to page thirty-four of The Theory of Magical Defense, read Chapter 3, 'Reasons for Non-Offensive Responses to Magical Attacks,' and read—"

"—Please don't speak. "Everybody is in it.

When they walked into the study room together after dinner, Angelina said cheerfully.

"Tonight training, thanks to your idea, our team passed. So Harry and Ron went to practice, leaving only Hermione and Andrew sitting in the study hall.

But there was a lot of noise in the room: Fred and George seemed to have finally perfected a quick-fix truancy candy and were demonstrating it to the cheering crowd.

Fred first bit the orange end, immediately vomited and spit into the bucket in front of him, and then swallowed the purple end again, and the vomiting immediately stopped. After a while, Lee Jordan lazily emptied the vomit.

Vomiting and cheering, people ordered Fred and George.

"I really want to ......," said Hermione, gritting her teeth, "but by the rules, it's their right to eat dirty, and I can't find a rule that says no other fool can buy it unless it can be proven dangerous." But it doesn't look like it—"

George squirted vomit into the bucket, swallowed the rest of the sugar, straightened up, smiled and spread his arms to a long cheer.

"Don't do that, Hermione. Remember what I said?" Andrew said with a smile, "Everyone has their own path, so you leave them alone." ”

"But———" Hermione couldn't seem to find a good reason to refute Andrew, and could only look at Fred, Lee, and George who were counting the money speechlessly.