In fact, before Malfoy could react, Van Lin had already cast the spell.

As the fake Moody's did, Malfoy was turned into a sable and stuffed into the pants of the fleeing Carat.

However, this time there was no relief as expected, and Van Lin was not sure if Malfoy would come back.

A few people turned to look at the huge scoreboard, and the Gryffindor hundred points were gone in an instant, although Van Lin didn't care about any points, but there was no doubt that this was the worst change for Hogwarts.

......

"Have you noticed?" said Fred's voice.

He and George had just come down the marble staircase, joined Harry, Ron, Van Lin, Hermione, and Ernie, standing together in front of the scorer.

"Malfoy just deducted us almost 100 points," Harry said somewhat as they saw more stones flying up the Gryffindor Hourglass.

"Yes, the Ministry of Magic is trying to divide us," George said.

"What do you mean, try?" said Ron quickly.

"They never ordered," Fred said, "that he forced us into the vanishing cupboard on the first floor." ”

Several people looked a little helpless, originally they were just maintaining the study of Defence Against the Dark Arts, but now.

"What are you going to do?" Van Lin asked, but seeing Fred's dark expression, he immediately understood their thoughts.

"But you're going to be in trouble. ”

"No, it should be a few weeks before something happens to the Ministry of Magic and Monguston, and I don't know where he's going. Fred said calmly. "In short, we choose not to care if there is a problem or not. ”

"Have you ever been?" asked Hermione.

"Of course," George said.

"Never been expelled, was there?"

"We always know what to do," Fred said.

"We occasionally have a little bit of a hard time," George said.

"But we always stop briefly because there was deliberate sabotage," Fred said.

"But now—" Ron said tentatively.

"Okay. Now—" George said.

"—because Dumbledore is gone—" Fred said.

"—we suspect the vandalism—" George said.

"—definitely a well-deserved reward for our dear new principal," Fred said.

"You can't!" Hermione whispered. "You really can't! She's trying to find a reason to fire you!"

"You didn't get it, Hermione, did you?" said Fred, smiling at her. "We don't care how long we can stay here. We're going to get out of here if we don't want to do anything more for Dunne. So, in short," he looked at his watch, "it's starting to work on a step-by-step basis." I'm going to the auditorium for lunch, and if I were you, you'd be standing here all the time and the teacher would see that you didn't have anything to do with it. ”

"Something and whom?" Hermione said worriedly.

"You'll see," said George, "run forward, now." Fred and George turned and left, and disappeared into the crowd that descended to eat.

Looking confused, Ernie whispered some homework about the unfinished Transfiguration class and hurried away.

"I think we should get out of here, you know," Hermione said uneasily. "It's just—"

"Oh, well," said Vanlin, and the four of them walked towards the door to the Great Hall, but Harry didn't even look at it when he was lightly slapped on the shoulder by the hurried walker, and then turned around, finding himself almost standing nose-to-nose with Feige. He hurried back a few steps, Filch seeing best at this distance.

"The Headmistress wants to see you, Al," Filch looked at Van Lin viciously.

"He didn't do that," Hermione said awkwardly, imagining what Fred and George were planning. This made Filch laugh even harder.

"I'm sorry for my conscience, eh?" he said, gasping. "Follow me. ”

"I noticed," Van Lin said with some coldness.

Van Lin looked back at Harry and Hermione, both worried. He shrugged, then followed Filch out of the auditorium, the opposite of the hungry students.

Filch seemed to be in a good mood, humming incessantly as he climbed the marble staircase. When he first stopped, he said, "Everything around here has changed, Al. ”

"yes. Every year I tell Dunde's that I'm too lax with you," Filch said to himself, smiling knowingly. "Those ugly little habits of yours never get rid of it, if you knew I was going to whip you, would you change it, and now if I hang you upside down, will anyone still be untouched by the frisbee throwing fangs in the hallway? She also asked the Minister if he could sign a procedure for troublesome things. Oh, and things are getting very different here because she's in charge. You'll never get a chance to hang out from school at night again, I'll keep you in the dark, and Potter. ”

"Harry is next?" said Van Lin with interest, "knowing that she won't have anything new. ”

"Be respectful, ...... El"

"Until then, I hope you'd better keep your mouth shut, you think, I'm the student you originally arrested?"

Umbridge had apparently taken full control of Filch, Van Lin thought as he walked, and, apparently, what Umbridge needed was a weapon that he might prove to be important; The secret passage he knew at school was probably only known to the Weasley twins and him.

"Here we are," Van Lin said with a slight frown, as Van Lin knocked on Umbridge's door and pushed it open.

"Potter is here, ma'am. ”

Umbridge's office, which was familiar to him as Van Lin had explored, was a piece of wood lying across her desk as usual, but it read: Headmistress.

At the same time, Harry's firebolts and Fred and George's sweeping broomsticks were chained to the wall behind his desk and locked with strong nails.

Is this a new torture instrument?

Umbridge was sitting behind her desk, scribbling on her pink parchment, but she immediately looked up and smiled at them.

"Thank you, Argus," she said softly.

"No, Madame, no," said Filch, bowing if his rheumatism would allow, and then walked back.

"Sit down," Umbridge said briefly, pointing to a chair.

Van Lin happily sat down. She continued to scribble. He looked at the kittens on some filthy saucer behind her head, these detect magic.

"Very well, now," Umbridge put down her quill and looked at him, like a toad that could not stand flying.

"Would you like to drink anything?"

"What?" Van Lin said, convinced he heard her clearly.

"What do you want to drink, Mr. Al," she said, laughing harder. "Tea, coffee, pumpkin juice?" As she said the name of each drink, she waved her wand, and a teacup or glass appeared on her desk.

"No, thank you," Van Lin said.

"I want you to have a cup of tea with me," she said, her voice turning dangerous and sweet. "Choose one. ”

"Okay. tea," Van Lin said with a shrug. She got up and added some milk and came back. Then she drank as she walked around the desk with a malicious smile.

"There," she said, giving it to him. "Drink it before it's cold, don't you?"