The new notice is written in large black letters, with an official seal at the bottom of it, and next to it is a neat floral signature: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has ordered all student organizations, societies, groups, and raised hands to be disbanded with immediate effect. Student organizations, societies, groups, clubs refer to regular student meetings of 3 or more people. The re-establishment must be approved by the Senior Prosecutor (Professor Umbridge). No association, group, club is allowed to exist without the recognition and approval of the High Prosecutor. Any student who establishes or joins an organization, society, group, club that is not approved by the High Prosecutor will be expelled.

The above document is signed by Education Act 24: Dorelos Jane Umbridge, High Inspector at Hogwarts.

Harry and Ron stood behind a group of worried second-year students, over their heads, reading the announcement.

"Does that mean they're going to close the gobstoes club?" one of them asked his friend. "I reckon your gobstoes will be fine," Ron said gloomily, startling the sophomore.

"And we're not so lucky, you say?" Ron asked Harry as the second-year student hurried away.

Harry was reading the notice again, and the pleasure that had filled him since Saturday had vanished. There was anger in him.

"It's no coincidence," he said, clenching his hands into fists, "she knows." ”

"She couldn't have known," Ron replied immediately. "Somebody was going to eavesdrop on that hotel, and we faced this, and we didn't know how many people who were in front of us could be trusted. Any one of them could run to Umbridge to snitch. "And Harry thought they trusted him, even thought they adored him?

"Henrietta!" Ron said immediately, slamming his fist into his palm, "Or, I think Michael Corner has defected too!"

"I wonder if Hao Min and Van Lin saw the notice?" said Harry, scanning the door to the girls' dormitory.

"Van Lin is out, and Hermione ...... Let's go tell her. Ron said.

He leapt forward, opened the door, and walked up the spiral staircase. When he reached the sixth staircase, a high-pitched, wailing-like sound that sounded like a tweeter merged with the ladder to form a smooth stone staircase.

Ron tried to escape, his hands dancing wildly like a windmill. He was then hit by the newly formed stone ladder and fell to Harry's feet on his back.

"Well, I don't think we're allowed into the girls' dormitory," Harry said, helping Ron up from his feet and trying to hold back his laughter.

Two fourth-grade girls came up the stone stairs with a smile.

"Oh, who wants to go upstairs?" they laughed happily, bounce at Harry and Ron.

"It's me. "I didn't know that was going to happen." It's not fair!"

As the girls laughed maniably and left the portrait hole, he added to Harry, "Hao Min was allowed into our dorm, why can't we ......?"

"It's an old rule," Hermione gracefully slid down the stone stairs and jumped onto the carpet in front of them, effortlessly. "At Hogwarts, this is a historical issue, and the founders considered boys to be less trustworthy than girls. Anyway, why are you going there?"

"Come to you, look at this!" Harry dragged her to the notice board without saying a word. Hao Min's eyes quickly scanned the notice, and her expression became solemn. "Someone must be informing her!" Ron said indignantly.

"There's no way they can do that," Hao Min whispered.

"You're so naïve," Ron said, "because you're honest and trustworthy, do you think so?"

"No, they won't do it, because Van Lin cursed the parchment with our signature, a magical contract, and no doubt that if someone snitched, that person would be lying in the school infirmary by now. "Believe me, if any of them run away to tell Umbridge, we'll know exactly who they are, and they'll regret it." ”

"What will happen to them?" said Ron in a longing tone.

"It's like Van Lin," Hao Min said, "and it's going to give you the treatment of Professor Lockhart for a couple of weeks." Come on, let's enjoy our breakfast and see what others think. I wonder if this notice is posted in all rooms. ”

As soon as they stepped into the hall, they knew it wasn't just Gryffindor Tower that had Umbridge posted a notice. Strong emotions and unusual agitation spread through the foyer, and people gathered around the table to discuss what they had read. As soon as Harry, Ron, and Haminone were seated, Neville, Jordan, Fred, George, and Ginny walked straight up to them.

"Did you see the notice?"

"Did you guess she knew?"

"What are we going to do?" they all looked at Harry, who glanced around to make sure there were no teachers nearby.

"Of course we're going to do that anyway. Harry whispered.

"I knew you'd say that!" George excitedly slammed Harry on the arm. “

What about prefects?" Fred asked, looking inquiringly at Ron and Hao Min.

"Of course, there is no problem, and so is Van Lin. ”

"What did he do?"

"Experiment, you know, we need a logo, and a contact information, especially after Umbridge did this, it seems that Van Lin guessed it early. ”

Hermione stood up, and she gestured to the new members, gesturing frantically to them to sit down behind Hufflepuff again!, "We'll — later—we'll talk!"

"Wait until you tell Michael," said Ginny impatiently, as she swayed on the bench, "those idiots, utter idiots." She walked quickly to the Ravenclaw table, and Harry watched her walk away.

Autumn wasn't far away, and she was talking to a curly-haired friend who had been to the pig's head bar with her. Did Umbridge notice that she was too scared to meet them again?

It wasn't until they left the hall to go to Van Lin's lab to find him that the notice had provoked a huge reaction.

"Harry, Ron. It was Angelina, who rushed towards them desperately with a look of despair. "Okay," Harry whispered as she got close enough to hear him, "we're still trying to ......"

"Don't you know that her notice is included in Quidditch?" interrupted Angelina, "we must apply for permission to reorganize the Gryffindor team. ”

"What?" said Harry.

"No way!" Ron looked horrified. He managed to get into the Gryffindor team, and if Umbridge was selected, there was no doubt that he would be miserable.

"You've read the notice, and it mentions the team! So, listen to me, Harry, and one last time, please don't mess around with Umbridge again, or she'll probably never let us play Quidditch again!"

"Okay, okay," Harry said yes seeing Angelina's tears already rolling in his eyes, "Don't worry, I'll make myself." ”