Umbridge didn't expect Augustus to speak for Harry at this time, obviously, the news of Voldemort's resurrection was brought back by Augustus himself, Umbridge didn't seem to know the general process, and inadvertently insinuated, so that Augustus had to give up the intention of watching the play and personally participate in this debate game.

"As you can see, that night, Voldemort was in a certain graveyard, well, I should say Riddle's graveyard, using an ancient dark magic to resurrect in the night, unfortunately, I went a little late, so, I couldn't stop it, of course, after this, we had a pleasant negotiation about Potter's life and death, you know, it's a rather strict thesis, in an atmosphere of friendly and caring peace, Potter was finally decided to leave alive, there is a price to pay? Obviously, the condition was to avoid a war in which the Death Eaters would be destroyed as soon as they returned. Well, I'm still a peace-loving person. Naturally, regardless of the pros and cons of his resurrection, the matter of his resurrection could not be more obvious. Augustus touched his chin slightly, and described a dangerous and dangerous meeting as boring as Professor Binns's lecture.

"O, Mr. Augustus, you're joking, aren't you?" Umbridge asked tentatively, a little nervously, "I saw you at the aristocratic banquet when you were a child, and you may not have an impression of me, but you know that Minister Fudge has always had a good relationship with your father. ”

Augustus had a cold smile in his eyes, "Do you think, I've been talking about it for so long, just making a chic joke?" ”

"No, no, I didn't mean that." Umbridge's sweet tone became a little weak, and he wiped a trace of sweat from his forehead slightly, and continued, "You know, Secretary Fudge. ”

"This is Hogwarts," Augustus interrupted her arbitrarily, calmly, "there's no Fudge here, Headmaster is Dumbledore." ”

Harry couldn't describe how he felt now, all the time, from the first day of school, ignoring Dumbledore and the teachers, the strong and arbitrary Umbridge was as weak as a kitten in front of Augustus, and it was obvious that Fudge, the backstage Fudge that Umbridge had always relied on, was completely unworkable here in Augustus.

"Mr. Augustus is right," Umbridge looked at the students in the lower row of the classroom with a distressed gaze, and suddenly noticed the teasing Lillian beside Augustus, and a hint of joy instantly appeared on his face, "This classmate is Miss Lillian, I also worked in the Department of Mysteries before, you know, under your father's hands." ”

The corners of Lilian's mouth tugged at a disdainful smile, "Well, even so, and then what?" ”

Umbridge opened his mouth and slowly closed it again, and the rest of the lesson, almost completely out of shape, was over after a few hasty words.

At the end of the lesson, Umbridge called Harry to the podium, and with a hint of resentment in her eyes, she pulled a roll of pink parchment from her handbag, spread it out on the podium, dipped her quill in an inkwell, and hurriedly began to write. She leaned over the podium so Harry couldn't see what she was writing and no one spoke. After a minute or so, she rolled up the parchment and struck it with her wand, and the parchment automatically sealed so firmly that Harry couldn't open it.

"Honey, take this to Professor McGonagall." Professor Umbridge said as he handed the parchment to Holly.

Harry's heart was so full of joy that he didn't notice the meaning of the parchment.

From the classroom to the teacher's office, he turned and ran down the stairs closest to him.

A door on the left suddenly opened, and Professor McGonagall stepped out of her office, grim and slightly tired.

"What the hell are you yelling at, Potter?" She snapped and asked, "It's almost late, why are you still here?" ”

"Professor Umbridge asked me to send you a roll." Harry spoke in a brisk tone.

Harry handed Professor Umbridge's note, and Professor McGonagall took it from him, frowned, tore the seal with a wand and read it. She read Umbridge's words, her eyes darting back and forth behind the square lenses, narrowing her eyes a little tighter with each line.

"Come in, Potter."

Harry followed her into her office. The door closed automatically behind him.

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall suddenly snapped at him, "Is this true? ”

Harry's face was confused, and his heart slowly sank, "What do you mean?" "Professor?" He added, trying to make his voice sound polite.

"You're openly saying that the demon who can't even mention his name is back when the whole class is there?" Professor McGonagall asked with a slight sigh.

"yes, what's wrong? Isn't that true? Harry asked rhetorically. Besides, I just said that Mr. Augustus directly told the process and details of Voldemort's resurrection. ”

Professor McGonagall shook her head, frowned, and said, "Eat a cookie, Potter." ”

"Eat—what?"

"Eat a cookie," she said again impatiently.

"Potter, you need to understand that in some way, Augustus is not the same as you, me, or even Dumbledore." McGonagall's tone was tinged with helplessness and concern.

"Different?" Harry swallowed the ginger salamander biscuit in his mouth and looked at her in bewilderment.

McGonagall smiled kindly, and continued, "Of course, I'm not suggesting that there is anything wrong with his character or morals. You know, Augustus, almost the most perfect student I've ever taught at Hogwarts, full of intellectual curiosity, and at this age, already with almost the strength of a legendary wizard, and his humility and courtesy. Of course, these are not the biggest differences between him and us. ”

Harry looked at Professor McGonagall quizzically, waiting for her to continue.

"The biggest difference between him and us." McGonagall shook her head slightly, "He's a nobleman, and his family is the oldest and most prestigious aristocratic family in the whole of England. Almost more than half of the ministers of magic have come from their families, you know what that means? ”

Harry's heart trembled slightly, he looked at McGonagall stubbornly, and said dryly, "I don't know. ”

McGonagall said with a hint of weariness in her tone, "Meaning, there are some things that you, me, or even Dumbledore can't say. However, for him, there are no such restrictions, and his family and background allow him to speak out with impunity. You get the idea, Potter. ”

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched into a stubborn smile that was characteristic of teenagers, "I see, Professor McGonagall. Still, there are some things that I will be the first to stand up when someone needs to be said. Presumably, since the establishment of Gryffindor, everyone belonging to Gryffindor will have their own persistence and faith, brave and fearless, and will not submit to power, which comes from Godric Gryffindor's spiritual will. When I first entered Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat said that you may belong to Gryffindor, where there is a hidden bravery, and their courage, courage and boldness make Gryffindor outstanding, and these words will be the coordinates and inscriptions of my life. Professor McGonagall, allow me, a Gryffindor, to hold fast to my original beliefs and qualities as I defend this school and my home! ”

The voice landed, and the young man's voice was unique with clarity and persistence. A ray of sunlight fell on Harry's thin shoulder, and the young eagle burst and the lion cub roared. Inheritance and succession, thousands of years, Godric's spirit and quality, in a teenager, once again flashed dazzling brilliance.

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