"What the hell are you doing? Is it Malfoy who provoked you again, and George......" Hermione, who had just rushed over, had an indescribable expression, not a complaint, but more of a helplessness, Harry had never had anything good to do when he met Malfoy.

"What did Mrs. Hodge do?" asked Hermione, and Harry stood silently on the side, as well as George, who had clearly not taken away from their previous excitement.

"Professor McGonagall, I'll take them over now...... "Verlin," said Vanlin, "all right, we'll be back in a moment, don't worry." ”

Hermione nodded, and the three of them walked out of the Quidditch arena without saying a word.

At the entrance of the hall, the howling and trollings of the audience faded away, and they could hear nothing but their own footsteps. Harry realized that something was still struggling in his right hand, and the knuckle of his right hand was bruised when he hit Malfoy in the jaw.

Look, Harry saw the little silver wings of the Golden Snitch poke out of his fingers, struggling to escape.

"Harry, you have to be careful, I think Umbridge won't let this opportunity go, so, you two ......" Van Lin opened his mouth, and then his eyes fell on Harry's hand, the miser snitch was still in his hand.

Speaking of which, Harry and the Golden Snitch are really related, whether it is from the first year or until Dumbledore's death, the Snitch's trajectory runs through the most important period of Harry's life.

Just as they were about to arrive at Professor McGonagall's office, she caught up with them in the hallway.

Professor McGonagall wore a Gryffindor scarf, but took it off as she strode over to them, her face purple.

"Get in!" she said angrily, pointing to the door as Harry and George walked in. "And you, you go in too. ”

Professor McGonagall said unceremoniously to Van Lin.

Van Lin is a little helpless, as the president of the student union?

The devil knows what kind of responsibility this is, anyway, he doesn't understand it at all, and the establishment of DA is already the biggest effort he can make to advance, although it is said that this is just a rule of development.

McGonagall strode over to the desk and watched them, trembling with excitement as she tossed Gryffindor's scarf to the floor.

"So?" she said, "I saw such a shameful act. You two! Give me a reason!"

"Malfoy is defiant," Harry said stubbornly, ignoring Van Lin's color.

"Provoking you?" exclaimed Professor McGonagall, slamming her fist on the table, causing her lattice can to roll to the side and crack, and the yellowish salamander crawled to the ground.

"He just lost, didn't he? Of course he's going to be provocative!But what the hell can he say to make you two like this......"

"He insulted my parents," George roared. "And Harry's mom. ”

"But you two didn't let Mrs. Hodge deal with it, and decided to let everyone see a Muggle duel, didn't you? And you, don't tell me you can't stop it, I saw you in the arena before the incident. Professor McGonagall roared, taking Van Lin's sake, which made Van Lin a little stunned, this is a disaster that is not justified?

"You know what you've done——?"

"Ahem, ahem. A discordant voice rang out from behind him.

Harry, Van Lin, and George all turned away.

Umbridge stood in the doorway, wrapped in a green tweed cloak that made her look like a toad in particular, with a sinister, disgustingly ominous smile that Harry immediately felt the suffering to come.

"Can I help, Professor McGonagall?" asked Umbridge in her sweetest voice like poison. Professor McGonagall's face flushed.

"Help?" she repeated in a restrained tone, "what do you mean, help?"

Umbridge walked into the office, still with her disgusting smile. "Why? I think you might be thankful for a little extra authority. ”

Harry wasn't surprised at all when he saw Professor McGonagall's gasping for air in her nostrils.

"You're thinking wrong," McGonagall said, turning her back to Umbridge. "Now, you two give me a good listen. I don't care what Malfoy is provoking you anymore, I don't care if he's insulting everyone in your family, your behavior is shameful, I'm going to lock you up for a week! Don't look at me like that, Potter, you deserve it! And you're the one who executes it, Al, and as the student council president, you have to be responsible, and if any of you go to-"

"Ahem, ahem. Professor McGonagall closed her eyes as if begging for patience, and she turned back to Professor Umbridge. "How?"

"I think the punishment should be a little heavier than confinement," Umbridge said with a smile she thought was sweet, and Van Lin felt Umbridge's face distort a little, but ......

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened.

"But unfortunately," said Professor McGonagall, trying to make a smile that made her look like she had trismus, "since they're in my house, it's up to me to decide what the punishment is, Dolores." ”

"Oh, yes, Minerva, in fact, it was like that at the moment, but ......," Professor Umbridge said with a smirk, "soon, I think you'll find that it's up to me to decide." Now, where did you put it? Secretary Connelly just sent it...... I mean," she laughed hypocritically, rummaging through her handbag.

"The Ministry of Magic just sent it...... Here......" She pulled out a piece of parchment and unfolded it, clearing her throat with a fuss before she began to read.

"Ahem, ahem. Article 25 Education Decree. ”

"Again!" exclaimed Professor McGonagall fiercely. "Oh yes," Umbridge said, still smiling. "Actually, Minerva, it was you who made me think we needed to do a little bit more...... Remember how you ignored me when I didn't want Gryffindor's Quidditch team to regroup, how did you pull this matter to Dumbledore, and he insisted that he could form this team? Well, now, I won't have to do that again. I immediately contacted the Ministry of Magic, and they agreed with me that the High Prosecutor had the right to strip students of their privileges, otherwise she—and that means me—would have less power than the average teacher!Look at it now, isn't it?Minerva, how wise it would be for me to stop Gryffindor's team from regrouping? Terrible temper...... Anyway, I'm going to read the amendments...... Ahem, ahem...... From now on, the Senior Prosecutor has the supreme authority to decide on the punishment, reward and removal of the privileges of the students of the Kwaz students, and has the power to change the decisions of other teachers to punish, reward or remove the privileges of the students. Signed, Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, etc. ”

Umbridge rolled up the parchment paper and put it back in her bag, still smiling. "So...... I really think these two guys should be forbidden to play Quidditch again," she said, looking back from Harry to see George. Harry felt the Golden Snitch swing wildly in his hands.

"Forbid us?" said Harry, incredulous, his voice sounding very distant, "playing Quidditch...... Not again?"

"Yes, Mr. Potter, I think it's going to do some tricks to ban you for the rest of your life," Umbridge said, laughing even harder at the sight of Harry trying to make sense of her. "You and this Weasley. Also, I think the young twins should be banned for safety—if it weren't for his teammates pulling him, I'm sure he would have attacked the young Mr. Malfoy. Of course I will confiscate their brooms. They will be kept safely in my office in case they foul. But I'm not unreasonable, Professor McGonagall. ”

She turned back and continued, and Professor McGonagall stood there silently like an ice sculpture, staring at her. "The rest of the team can continue to play and I don't see any signs of violence from them. ”