Harry sat motionless in his chained chair, trying to recover from his shock and relief. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The members of the Wizengamot stood up one after another, sorting out their papers as they spoke.

Harry stood up as well. No one seemed to be paying attention to him, Dumbledore was gone, Duten was leaving at the end of the trial, and Harry had a lot of questions to ask him, when did he become the International Ministry of Magic's envoy to the United Kingdom? Ask him, why can he become an envoy even though he is just a student? But Du Teng walked so fast that he didn't have time to ask.

The entire room was filled with the exception of the toad-like witch to Fudge's right, who had been staring at Dumbledore and now at Harry. Harry pretended not to see it, and he tried to catch Fudge's or Ms. Bones' eyes to ask if he could go, but Fudge seemed to have made up his mind to ignore Harry, while Miss Bones busied herself with her briefcase. Harry hesitated and took a few steps towards the door, and when he saw that no one was telling him to go back, he hastened his pace.

He almost trotted through the last few steps, unscrewed the door, and nearly collided with Mr. Weasley standing outside. Mr. Weasley's face was pale and panicked.

"Dumbledore didn't say—"

"Clarified," Harry said, slamming the door behind him, "Duten helped keep Fudge and his men down, and all the charges were unfounded." ”

Mr. Weasley smiled and grabbed both of Harry's shoulders.

"Harry, that's amazing! Actually, of course, they can't convict you, you have witnesses, but I still can't pretend I don't-"

Mr. Weasley paused as the courtroom door opened again, and the members of the Wizengamot rushed out.

"OMG!" Mr. Weasley shouted in surprise and pulled Harry aside and let them over, "They are officially on trial of you?" ”

"I think so." Harry whispered.

One or two wizards nodded at Harry as they walked by, and a few, including Ms. Bones, nodded to Mr. Weasley, "Good morning, Arthur." "But most people look away.

Fudge and the toad-like witch were almost the last to leave the dark room.

Fudge only thought that Mr. Weasley and Harry were part of the wall, and the witch walked by and looked at Harry with an almost scrutinizing gaze again. The last to walk is Percy, who, like Fudge, completely ignores the presence of his father and Harry. Grasping a large roll of parchment and a large handful of spare quills, he strode over with his back straight, nostrils facing the sky.

The lines around Mr. Weasley's mouth tightened, but other than that, he showed no sign of seeing his third son.

"I want to send you back directly, and you can tell everyone the good news." He said that as Percy's heel disappeared on the staircase leading to the ninth floor, he motioned for Harry to move forward, "I'm going to that toilet in Bethner Green, and I'll take you back by the way." Let's go......"

"So, what are you going to do with that toilet?" Harry asked with a grin. All of a sudden, everything seemed five times more fun than usual. He finally began to understand that he had been acquitted and that he was going back to Hogwarts.

"Oh, it couldn't be easier with just a spell against evil." As they went upstairs, Mr. Weasley said, "It's nothing to fix the broken things, it's mostly the attitude behind the vandalism, Harry." Some wizards may find it funny to play tricks on Muggles, but it may express something deeper and uglier, and I'm a—"

Mr. Weasley stopped in the middle of his sentence. They had barely reached the hallway of the ninth floor, and Cornelius Fudge was standing a few paces away from them, whispering to a tall man with oily blonde hair and a pointed white face.

Hearing their footsteps, the tall man turned his face. He stopped before he could finish his sentence, narrowing his cold gray eyes and staring at Harry's face.

"Okay, yes, yes...... Patronus Potter! Lucius Malfoy said coldly.

Harry suddenly felt breathless, as if he had stepped into something solid. The last time he saw these two cold gray eyes, they were hidden behind two slits in the Death Eater's hood; The last time he heard the man's voice was a burst of mockery from the gloomy graveyard, just as Voldemort was trying to torture him.

Harry couldn't believe that Lucius Malfoy would dare to look at him in person, he couldn't believe that Malfoy was here, in the Ministry of Magic, and Cornelius Fudge was talking to him, considering that Harry had told Fudge himself a few weeks ago that Malfoy was a Death Eater.

"The Minister just told me how you got away with it, Potter," said Mr. Malfoy, in a coquettish tone, "it's amazing that you keep coming out of very narrow holes...... Honestly, it's like a snake. ”

Mr. Weasley grabbed Harry's shoulders tightly and warned him not to act rashly.

"yes," said Harry, "yes, I'm good at escaping. ”

Lucius Malfoy looked up at Mr. Weasley's face.

"And Arthur Weasley! What are you doing here, Arthur? ”

"I'm working here." Mr. Weasley said angrily.

"Surely not here?" Malfoy raised an eyebrow as he spoke, glancing at the door behind Mr. Weasley, "I think you seem to be on the second floor...... Isn't that job all about stealing Muggle items home and enchanting them? ”

"It's not." Mr. Weasley said roughly, his fingers digging deep into Harry's shoulder.

"So what are you doing here?" Harry asked Lucius Malfoy.

"I don't think you need to be involved in some personal matters between myself and the minister, Potter." Malfoy said, wiping the front of his robe. Harry distinctly heard a faint ding-to-zero sound, as if his pockets were full of gold. "Honestly, just because you're Dumbledore's favorite, you can't expect the rest of us to indulge you too...... Okay, Minister, shall we go to your office? ”

"Of course," Fudge said, turning his back to Harry and Mr. Weasley, "this way, Lucius. ”

They strode away, talking in whispers.

Mr. Weasley waited until they disappeared into the elevator before letting go of Harry's shoulder.

"If they're going to talk about things together, why doesn't he wait outside Fudge's office?" Harry asked angrily, "What is he doing down here?" ”

"It seems to me that he is trying to sneak into the courtroom," said Mr. Weasley, who seemed so distraught that he kept turning his head to see if anyone was eavesdropping, "to find out if you had been fired." I'm going to leave a text message for Dumbledore when I send you back, he should know what Malfoy is muttering to Fudge again. ”

"What is the private matter between them?"

"I guess it's gold." Mr. Weasley said angrily, "For many years, Malfoy has been generous to all sorts of people, trying to make friends with the powerful, and then he can ask for special accommodations to put down laws that he doesn't want to pass." ”

The elevator arrived, and there was no one inside, except for a group of notes flying over Mr. Weasley's head. He pressed the button to the main hall, and the elevator door slammed shut. He waved impatiently to chase away the note.

"Mr. Weasley," Harry said slowly, "if Fudge was associated with a Death Eater like Malfoy, how do we know they didn't cast a Imperius curse on him?" ”

"Don't think we didn't think of that, Harry," Mr. Weasley whispered, "but Dumbledore thinks that Mr. Fudge is doing what he wants at the moment - but, in Dumbledore's words, it doesn't bring much comfort. It's better not to talk about it now, Harry. ”

……

The day of school is fast approaching.

The students are ready to go back to school, and Duten and they are getting their numbers for the new school year. There are books about Defence Against the Dark Arts class, which means that Dumbledore has found a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Speaking of which, this course is really ill-fated, and almost no teacher can teach for more than a year. In Duten's first year of school, the professor was Rocky, who was usually timid as a mouse, but turned out to be a parasite of Voldemort, and was eventually injured by the students at the end of the school year and imprisoned in Azkaban.

The professor in the second year was replaced by Harlot, who looked pretty good, but it turned out to be an embroidered pillow, with little strength, pretending to be professional, and after a year of humiliation, he still couldn't do it.

The third-year professor was replaced by Lupin, who was arguably the best Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher in recent years, but because of his werewolf status, he could only teach for a full year and left.

Last year's teacher, Moody, was simply disguised as a Death Eater, and the quality of teaching was not bad, but the result almost cost Harry's life. The real Moody's is not suitable to be a teacher, and in the end he can only work for a year.

This year, there is a new teacher, and the students are generally looking forward to it, and Du Teng wants to say that you are completely wrong to expect this.

The admission of new students is still like that, and Du Teng said that he is tired of watching it. After the sorting ceremony for the new students was over, Dumbledore stood up and spoke as usual, which were lackluster for the old students, but the eyes of the new students were wide open, and these things were still very new to them.

"This year, we have made two changes to our teaching staff. We are delighted to welcome back Professor Graplan, who will teach you a lesson on the protection of magical creatures. We are equally pleased to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new teacher in Defence Against the Dark Arts class. ”

There was a polite, but not very welcoming, applause in the auditorium.

Dumbledore continued, "The selection for the House Quidditch team will be—"

He paused abruptly and looked inquiringly at Professor Umbridge. Since she stood up no higher than when she was sitting, no one understood why Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking, and then Professor Umbridge cleared his throat: "Ahem, ahem." Then everyone realized that she had stood up and was about to speak.

Dumbledore only looked surprised for a moment, and then he sat down smartly, looking intently at Professor Umbridge, as if he couldn't wait to hear her. Other teachers did not hide their surprise so skillfully. Professor Sprout's eyebrows were about to jump into her fluttering hair, and Professor McGonagall pursed her mouth tighter than ever.

No new teacher had ever interrupted Dumbledore before. Many of the students were secretly laughing: this woman clearly didn't understand the rules of Hogwarts.

"Thank you, Headmaster," Professor Umbridge said with a smirk, "thank you for such a warm welcome. ”

Her voice was high, high, and breathy, like that of a little girl, and she coughed lightly a few times to clear her throat, and continued, "Well, I must say, it's great to be back at Hogwarts!" It's great to see these happy little faces looking up at me! ”

In fact, there was not a single face in the surrounding student seats that was pleasant. On the contrary, they all seemed surprised that someone had taken them for five-year-olds.

"I can't wait to get to know all of you soon, and I'm sure we'll be very good friends!"

The students listened to this and exchanged glances with each other. Some of them smiled almost unabashedly.

Professor Umbridge cleared her throat again, but as she continued to speak, some of the breath in her voice was inaudible. Now her voice was much more serious, and her words were dry, as if they had been memorized by heart.

"The Ministry of Magic has always believed that educating young wizards is a very important thing. Some of your innate and valuable talents may be fruitless if they are not nurtured and exercised under careful and meticulous guidance. Ancient skills unique to the wizarding world must be passed down from generation to generation, or they will be lost. The precious repositories of magical knowledge accumulated by our ancestors must be protected, supplemented and perfected by those who have had the privilege of pursuing a noble profession of education. ”

Successive Headmasters of Hogwarts have innovated in their responsibilities with managing this historic school, and this is entirely right, because if there is no progress, it will stagnate and decay. At the same time, however, progress for the sake of progress should never be encouraged, and our traditions are tempered and often do not need to be poorly revised. To strike a balance between the old and the new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation......"

The formulaic speech makes the students start to get bored. Dumbledore was silent as he spoke, and now the students were talking to each other, whispering, giggling, and the Great Hall was noisy.

Professor Umbridge didn't seem to notice the audience's fidgeting.

“…… Because some changes work well, while others are found to be decision-making errors when the time is right. At the same time, there are old habits that will be preserved, which is understandable, and there are habits that are obsolete and must be abandoned. Let us keep moving forward into a new era of enlightenment, efficiency and reasonableness, resolutely keeping what should be maintained, what needs to be perfected, and what we should forbidden. ”

This was the end of Umbridge's speech, but Duten had already foreseen the horrific changes she had brought to Hogwarts, and the other students did not have such prescient vision, but Duten knew that it would not be long before they would begin to miss the old days. (To be continued.) )