Draco happily sang "Weasley is our king" again, and he landed next to Harry, sneering.

"We want to write a few more lines of lyrics!" Malfoy yelled, and the Weasley twins landed next to Harry, "But fat and ugly don't rhyme - we want to sing about his mom - useless waste doesn't rhyme - his dad-"

Fred and George heard what Malfoy was saying. They froze, looking back at Malfoy.

"Ignore him," Angelina hurriedly grabbed Fred's arm and said, "Ignore him, Fred, let him shout, this uneducated little one-"

"-But you like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter?" Malfoy scoffed, "You're still on vacation there, aren't you?" I don't know how you can stand the smell, but I think you were brought up by Muggles, and the Weasleys' dirt dens smell good?"

Harry grabbed George, Angelina, Alya, and Katie dragged Fred back, and Malfoy laughed presumptuously. Harry turned to look for Mrs. Hooch, but she was still scolding Crabbe for a foul and hit Ron with a Bludger after the game.

"Perhaps," Malfoy said, squinting his eyes as he stepped back, "you remember the smell of your mother's house, and the Weasley pigsty reminds you—"

Harry didn't realize he let go of George, only that a second later they pounced on Malfoy together. He completely forgot that all the teachers were watching, and he just wanted Malfoy to be as painful as possible. Without time to draw his wand, he clenched his fist and slammed it into Malfoy's stomach with all his might.

"There are many obstacles!" Draco had prepared as he knocked George down.

Harry's reaction was to subconsciously fall to the ground and draw his wand.

"Except for your weapons. ”

"Armor," a loud roar came from the air. Monty saw the Gryffindor team attacking Draco and flew over, followed by the Slytherin team.

The conflict intensified almost instantaneously, so much so that by the time Mrs. Hodge arrived, she was completely out of control and powerless to stop the brawl. Had it not been for Snape and Professor McGonagall immediately stopping the students of their respective houses, the scale of the conflict could have escalated further.

Soon, more teachers, and of course Headmaster Dumbledore, stopped them from attacking each other. The screams of the girls, the screams of Malfoy, the curses of George, and the whistles and the shouts of the people around them.

"Please go and wait for me in the Great Hall now," Dumbledore was expressionless, but gave a psychological feeling of fear, no one questioned, and they walked directly towards the castle with their heads bowed, "Rolanda arranged to take the injured to the school infirmary first. Severus told all the students to stay where they were. ”

Mrs. Hodge immediately ran to the stands and called a few Ravenclaw students.

Malfoy curled up on the ground, moaning and howling, his nose bleeding, Montay's hair growing wildly and almost suffocating. Phoenix recited a spell to him to stop and cut off the excess hair. Goyle rolls on the ground with his hands covered, and Fred is knocked unconscious.

Slytherin was completely defeated, and the Gryffindor girls were still intact.

Phoenix had been directing the chorus in the Slytherin Stands, and it wasn't until everyone was pointing behind him and shouting that he realized something was wrong.

By the time Phoenix arrived, Dumbledore had already separated them.

Monty wasn't there, and Phoenix left the pitch with the Slytherins, most of them panting and not saying a word. Dumbledore appeared directly in front of them with a flash of fire.

The noise of the crowd faded away, and when they reached the foyer, they could only hear their own footsteps. As soon as they reached the foyer, Dumbledore stopped. Umbridge was standing there smiling. She was wrapped in a green tweed cloak that made her more like a large-legged toad. She had that disgusting, eerie smile on her face,

"Headmaster Dumbledore, do you need help?" asked Umbridge in the most poisonous, sweet voice in her bones.

Dumbledore stood there straight, and he asked sharply.

"There's a new decree?"

"Yes - ahem, ahem - the High Inquisitor will henceforth have the supreme authority over all punishments, sanctions, and deprivations of rights involving Hogwarts students, and will have the power to modify such punishments, sanctions, and deprivations of rights imposed by other faculty members. Signed: Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, Order of the Order of Merlin, 1st Class—"

The above is in accordance with the Article 25 Education Order. Umbridge didn't wait for Dumbledore's reply.

Dumbledore didn't say a word and turned around. Bright blue eyes swept over each of the team members, and they all lowered their heads and did not dare to look.

Only Phoenix was looking around, his gaze constantly moving back and forth between Umbridge and Dumbledore.

"Tell me, why are you attacking each other?" Dumbledore spoke in a calm tone, without the slightest hint of scolding them.

"It was Malfoy who provoked. Harry said stiffly.

Dumbledore's gaze rested on Angelina.

"Provocative?" said Dumbledore, "Mr. Malfoy, even if you speak aggressively, you shouldn't attack your own classmates. I don't want a next time. ”

The second half of the sentence is a bit overwhelming, and this is not a problem that can be solved with magic.

"Slytherin and Gryffindor deducted 50 points each, and the students involved in the brawl were confined for another week. ”?

"I think they deserve a heavier punishment than confinement. Umbridge smiled even sweeter.

Professor McGonagall rushed over and turned pale when she saw Umbridge present.

"I think I'm going to have to ban Mr. Potter, the two Mr. Weasleys, Miss Johnson and Mr. Peverell, and the five of them from playing Quidditch again. ”

Phoenix froze where he was, he didn't do anything. This is not in Umbridge's usual style.

"Forbid us?" Harry said in a strange tone, "and—play?"

"Professor, Phoenix didn't do anything - he wasn't there. "Big guy Miles was in a hurry.

"Yes, Mr. Potter, I think a lifetime ban would be appropriate," Umbridge said, smiling even more as Harry struggled to understand her words, "I'm going to confiscate their broomsticks and keep them safe in my office to make sure no one violates my ban." As for Mr. Peverell, I trust my eyes more. But I'm not unreasonable, Principal, the rest of the team can continue to play, I don't see any violent tendencies on their part. All right -- good afternoon. ”

Umbridge walked out with a look of extreme satisfaction, leaving a terrifying silence. Professor McGonagall stood still, Gryffindor scarf in one hand.

"Alright, let's go back to your respective common rooms. Dumbledore also strode away, not wanting to object to Umbridge's punishment.

"Ban," Montay said in a hollow voice in the common room that night, "ban." No Seekers - what can we do?"

It doesn't feel like they've won at all, and everywhere you see only frustrated and angry faces.

"That old witch, he's dead. A seventh-grader pounded the table angrily, "I'm going to write a letter to my uncle - look at it, my uncle can get her out of the way with a letter." ”

"yes, that sounds like Draco. ”

"What do you mean to be like me—but Augustus is right, how dare she open her eyes and tell nonsense, Phoenix obviously didn't do anything. Draco was already active again, and he turned his head to Phoenix, who was sleeping by the fire, "My dad is familiar with the Ministry, so I'll ask him to talk to the Minister and get Umbridge to take the punishment back." ”

"It's like your family has something to do with the ministry. "Everyone is arguing again.

Phoenix didn't have time to bother with these quarrels, and Umbridge was strange about what he did. Why did it come like this all of a sudden, what was the point, or in Umbridge's eyes, it was necessary. He opened his eyes and watched the flames in the fireplace leap happily.

Preventing him from leaving Hogwarts is the only thing Phoenix can think of. If Umbridge is convinced that all magical means are being monitored, then the broomstick may be the only way to get out of school.

It's a ridiculous inference, and Phoenix feels like he's been designed. (To be continued.) )