There have been no more Pretender attacks.

This hit Hermione a lot and caused them. Internal divisions, some people think that maybe Luna is really controlled?

Otherwise, there is no explanation why the assault stopped when she was detained.

Of course, Hermione Harry was completely convinced that Luna had been wronged, and there must have been another reason for the attack to stop.

They even risk going to the Owl Tower to rescue Luna on a dark and windy night.

And that's being caught right by Umbridge.

The next day, she announced that she would expel more than a dozen people, including Hermione, Harry, Ron, Justin, Hannah, and Neville, in the name of endangering the safety of the school's teachers and students. Member.

Almost overnight, the entire atmosphere at Hogwarts changed, and Umbridge used his power to begin to reduce Dumbledore's influence in the school.

She first dismissed Professor McGonagall as Vice Principal, and then sent wizards from the Ministry of Magic.

Let them take charge of the day-to-day work of the school.

And step by step, she squeezed the curriculum of the four house heads, for example, she made a Slytherin witch the new professor of herbology, while Professor Spratt only retained the duties of Hufflepuff head and no longer served as a professor of any subject.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that she is further curtailing the authority of the professors.

It won't be long before she changes all the professors and deans, and all the students who rebel against her are expelled.

Build a new Hogwarts that is completely under the control of the Ministry of Magic.

And now – it is the final stage of her plan.

When the April wind blows.

She is about to complete the feat of covering the sky with one hand.

——————

Susan's narration was quick, and it only took her two or three minutes to tell the ins and outs.

After listening to all the stories, Owen smiled hideously at the corner of his mouth.

There was a fire burning in his green eyes.

He'd seen stupid people, but—this was the first time he'd seen such a stupid person.

Almost instantly, Owen figured it all out.

It's all too obvious.

"Owen—" Susan called his name.

Behind him, Koyatl sneered nonchalantly.

Sure enough, there are so many fools everywhere.

She had thought that Hogwarts would be different, but now it seems that the officials of the Ministry of Magic are all on the same foot.

"Don't provoke her anymore, if you get expelled—we'll be," Susan had not finished speaking.

Umbridge stood up at the guest of honor, still wearing her disgusting pink cardigan and pink frilled skirt.

She spoke in a girlish, high-pitched voice, "Owen Sanchez Rozier." ”

"You have been officially expelled for helping the Hogwarts Rebels and organizing illegal gatherings."

"Now organize your things and leave Hogwarts in thirty minutes, or I'll send someone to evict you."

Umbridge's words caused an uproar.

The little wizards instantly erupted into a heated quarrel.

The other professors looked at each with cold faces, as if they didn't care about anything.

Only Professor Sprout gave Owen a meaningful look, as if begging him not to cause too much trouble.

"Hehehe-"

Owen opened his mouth and let out a low chuckle in a long note.

Then, he jerked out his wand.

I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with this idiot.

The next second, a silver flash flew out of his wand, like a cannon sound, and a Ministry of Magic official shot at the same time, and the spell he threw out coincided with Owen's impact.

"Boom!"

The floor shook.

The next moment, an even more powerful spell was cast by Owen, and all the wizards in front of him who tried to stop him were engulfed by this flash of light, and they were stunned on the spot.

And then—Owen raised the spell again.

On the ceiling of the auditorium, there seemed to be thunder in the clouds.

In the next second, seven or eight bolts of lightning fell straight down, attacking indiscriminately towards all the wizards he didn't know.

He stomped his foot again, the floor seemed to come to life, countless bricks and stones moved up and down, and the wizards who held up the iron armor spell to resist the lightning couldn't wait to be interrupted by the sudden shaking to cast the spell, and the next second the whole person was wrapped in lightning.

"Click-"

"No—"

Accompanied by unknown screams and the sound of glass shattering.

Most of them were lying on their stomachs.

This group of people was not an Auror at all, just ordinary employees of the Ministry of Magic, and they were powerless to resist his magic.

Owen was expressionless.

Step by step, he walked towards Umbridge.

Each step, one step more stressful than the last, puts more pressure on the toad.

"What are you going to do!" She flicked her wand in a panic and threw a curse at Owen.

And these spells were directly bounced back by Owen, and they all worked on herself.

"Ahh

Umbridge had a cut in her thigh. Staggered and fell to the ground.

It was supposed to be used to slit Owen's neck, but now it was just a stab in her leg.

"Why are you so stupid."

Owen pressed in.

The little wizards on the long table retreated to the sides very tacitly, and watched the play with fiery eyes.

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

Umbridge endured the pain, raised her wand, and shouted the spell in hatred, frantically.

"Armor strikes back!"

White light flashed on the crystalline wand, and the red spell bounced back as if it had been pulled in some way, striking Umbridge in the chest.

"Ah~~~"

"Ah!!h

Suddenly there was a pig-killing cry from the auditorium.

Poignant and sharp.

Her body twitched unconsciously, and there was fluid flowing out of the corners of her mouth and eyes.

Even the wand in his hand was thrown aside because of his uncontrolled hand.

By this time, Owen had come to her.

"Regent!"

He said.

In an instant, countless memories belonging to Umbridge opened up to him.

He knew all the details about her intrigues, but in those memories he didn't find what he wanted.

The [Pretender] was much more cautious than Owen thought, and after changing his identity a few times, he hid his current identity from Umbridge, and the two were contacted by letter.

Owen glanced at Umbridge in disgust, he had just gone through the life of this guy.

That feeling, like watching someone carve flowers on, was no less disgusting than the true face of the gods in the lilac sea on the other side of the sea of stars he had seen.

He flicked his wand, and the wine glasses scattered on the ground suddenly morphed into metal ropes, tightly locking the old toad in place.

"Professor." He held back his eyes at Snape, who was sneering beside him.

"You need some truth elixir." Owen said.

Snape seemed to have been prepared, and with a shake of his robe, the potion appeared in his hand.

Then Snape quickly got up and made his way to Umbridge.

A precious bottle of potion was poured into her mouth.

Then he threw the empty bottle aside in disgust, and then said coldly, "Tell me." You don't want to tell others all about it! ”

A hint of struggle flashed across Umri's face, who had been infused with the elixir, but her mouth began uncontrollably to tell all the secrets she had kept secret over the years.

Including her Muggle mother.

Father who works in the Magic Repair Service.

Over the years, by flattering his superiors with false affection, he ruthlessly took the credit of other colleagues and told them all in one breath.

Everyone present was shocked by what the monster in human skin in front of them had done.

And among the reporters, Rita Skeeter is of course on the list.

Her eyes were on fire, like a greedy wolf, and the smile on her face was about to overflow.

She snatched the pen of another injured journalist, along with her own one, and her notes, in a three-pronged effort to write Umbridge's disgusting life.

She felt compelled to write a book to expose all of this.

And Owen wasn't in the mood to pay attention to the ugly things about Umbridge.

He stood on the podium and looked at the bustling little wizard.

A glimmer of light suddenly flashed in my heart.

"Now all the little wizards, take your wand up and cast the Patronus Charm!"

"Immediately, immediately!"

Owen said toughly.

And soon, those. The participating wizards all raised their wands to cast their patronus, and the rest of the young wizards also performed the magic under their guidance.

As for those below the third grade who have not yet learned this magic, these people are not among the suspects in Owen's circle.

The Pretender will only choose a very young wizard as a transformed body in a safe place, such as the Raviyu Priest for eternal life.

Because for adult wizards, they are naturally reluctant to suddenly stuff them into the body of a thin little wizard whose magic has not yet grown, not to mention, there is still a task to attack others in Hogwarts, so he will most likely not choose a little wizard below the third year.

And above the fourth year, most of these little wizards have already mastered the Patronus Charm, and even if they can't summon the physical Patronus, they can make their wands spit out the silver ball.

And the converted [Pretenders] Obviously, the earth-shaking changes in their souls will make them lose the possibility of summoning the Patronus, and even if there is a miracle, the Patronus will have corresponding changes.

Soon, the young wizards of the other three academies summoned the Patronus.

The auditorium suddenly lit up with a wave of silver.

And everyone also understood Owen's intention, he wanted to use the Patronus to find the [Pretender] hidden among them.

Soon the big guy's attention was all focused on a few Slytherin people.

Draco's expression was rather upset, but he released his Patronus.

His two henchmen, Goyle and Crabbe, could only make the wand spit out the syndicate.

The rest of the students were more or less shrouded in silver mist with their wands.

And there is one person, he stands out a little, and when he is compared with others, he suddenly looks special.

"Theodore? What are you doing? Draco frowned and reprimanded the boy, "Don't let anyone find fault with us." ”

The tall boy named Theodore Nott stood stunned, emaciated, sickly, and looking like a withdrawn man.

He was sort of a member of Draco's coteria.

It's just not as loyal as Goyle and Crabbe.

Marginal people who belong to a small circle.

"I'm not going to patronus the charm." Theodore Knott said with a cold face.

“？” Draco looked at him, "What nonsense are you talking about?" ”

Because of the Battle of Hogsmeade, the attack on the Hogwarts Express by the Dementors at the beginning of the third year, the surprise attack by the Dementors of the Quidditch match on the members of the tournament, and so on.

Hogwarts once had a fever for learning the Patronus Charm.

This spell even became a benchmark for various colleges to compete for.

The wizards of Slytherin, including themselves, have practiced the spell diligently.

He had seen Theodore Naute unleash a physical Patronus.

Now he even said he wouldn't know the spell.

For a split second - Draco suddenly realized something might be.

Could it be—he had to hold his wand tightly.

A pair of eyes stared at Theodore.

"Are you kidding me?" He said.

"No—" Theodore Nott's eyelids twitched, "I haven't used that spell in a long time, so I can't use it now." ”

He changed his rhetoric.

Draco clearly didn't believe that.

On the other side, Owen didn't have so much patience, and in the next second, a red spell flew straight over.

Immediately after, Theodore Knott subconsciously raised his hand. The Iron Armor Curse followed the trend.

The pale blue armor swept through, completely resisting Owen's spell.

"Heh-" Facing Theodore, who suddenly seemed to be much stronger, Owen already had a guess in his heart.

He lunged over.

Lightning fell from the ceiling.

"Multiple Freezing Spells!"

Above the earth, countless ice crystals spread over in the blink of an eye.

Theodore, on the other hand, first cast a spell to block the thunder and lightning with an exaggerated spell casting speed, and then turned sideways to dodge the ice crystals, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

His gaze rested on Draco's.

The meaning is obvious, that is, to find a hostage.

Draco naturally saw the fierce glint in Theodore's eyes, but - as he had been deflated at Hogwarts for several years, he had already been reborn, and he was not afraid of danger, and when he raised his hand, a petrification spell was thrown out.

Behind him, Goyle and Crabbe also cast different curses.

Caught off guard, Theodore was knocked to the ground by the spell.

He barely escaped Draco's petrification spell, but he didn't dodge Goyle's disarming spell.

The force of the spell caused him to lose his wand repeatedly, and his entire body passed to the side like a cannonball.

The little wizards who were watching had already been prepared, and everyone held up the iron armor spell so that they did not act as a human shield.

On the floor - blood soaked the corners of Theodore's mouth.

He struggled to his feet, his eyes staring at the little wizards around him with hatred.

However, before he could get up.

A tremendous force came from his back, forcing him closer to the ground.

"You and Umbridge's IQ is on par. The same stupidity. ”

Owen stepped on Theodore's back.

His body is comparable to that of Superman, and he can guarantee that the guy on the ground will never be able to break free.

"Infiltrate a place, you at least do your research before you come!" Owen said jokingly.

At this moment, suddenly a cold stop voice came from behind him, "Enough." ”

Professor Snape was wrapped in a black robe and strode forward.

"He's a student of my academy, and it's up to me to dispose of it."

"I'm afraid your students are gone, Professor!" Owen let go of his foot, added a few confinement charms, and stepped aside.

The physical flexibility of this guy in front of him is obviously not the kind that has just been converted, that is, the real Theodore Knott is dead.

It is impossible to save it again.

Snape's face instantly turned cold when he heard this.

His cold eyes were filled with unspeakable anger.

He reached out and pinched Theodore's chin, lifting the man up.

Then the wand was pointed at his cheek, and he said coldly, "The dementor takes the mind!" ”

For the outside world, it's just a matter of moments.

But Snape had already gone through all of Theodore's memories in that instant.

As a generation of Occlumency masters, in front of him, even if the other party can also have Occlumency, Snape has the means to pry open the other party's brain.

What's more, this idiot in front of him won't be at all.

After a moment, Snape let go of his hand.

It's like discarding garbage.

Step by step, he returned to the guest of honor and said to Professor McGonagall, "Inform the Ministry of Magic, we've found a brute on the run. ”

This confirmed everything almost instantly.

Theodore Knott is the [Pretender], and the young wizards don't know who the monster that replaced him is, but everyone immediately retreats, leaving an area vacated.

The rest of the professors hurried over and completely controlled Theodore Knott.

There was a deathly silence in the auditorium.

Only Umbridge is still recounting her sinful life.

and the sound of Rita Skeeter's quills rubbing against parchment.

It was a long time before Professor McGonagall struggled to shake off the shock of Snape's whispered narration.

Her face was extremely pale.

Theodore Nott looked at him as if he were looking at a bed bug.

The professor had never looked at him with such disgust, and he really didn't know what kind of shocking truth Snape was telling in the air.

"Now—attention all the little wizards."

Professor McGonagall's loud voice rang out over the auditorium.

"Return to their respective common rooms immediately, led by their respective prefects."

"Owen, you're in charge of bringing the Gryffindors back to the dormitory." The professor said again.

Umbridge has banned all student organizations at the school, and all student council presidents and prefects have been deposed.

According to the positions of the previous students, the prefects of the other three academies are still there.

But Gryffindor, Hermione is the Girls Student Council President, and Ron is the Prefect.

Neither of them is present at this time.

I can only let Owen do it for me.

The little wizards in the auditorium began to leave one after another, they walked very slowly, some reluctant to leave, as if they had heard some explosive news from Umbridge's mouth.

They had heard that she had bought a Dead Root from a dark wizard.

"That's right." Professor McGonagall, already dizzy with an angry head, looked at Koyatl, who had already noticed the familiar girl.

(End of chapter)