Chapter 881 (1/2)

The new notice is written in huge black letters, with an official seal at the bottom and a neat signed signature beside it: the Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry has dissolved all student organizations, societies, groups, raising their hands. Student organizations, societies, groups and clubs refer to regular student meetings with three or more people. The re establishment must be approved by the senior prosecutor (Professor Umbridge). No association, group or club is allowed to exist without the approval and approval of the senior prosecutor. Any student who establishes or participates in any organization, association, group or club without the approval of the senior prosecutor will be expelled.

The above documents are signed under Education Act No. 24: dorelos Jane Umbridge, senior prosecutor, Hogwarts.

Harry and Ron stood behind a group of worried sophomores, over their heads, reading the notice.

”Does that mean they will close the Gobstones club?” One of them asked his friend. ”I think your Gobstones will be OK,” said Ron sullenly, scaring the sophomore to his feet.

”And we're not so lucky, don't you think?” When the sophomore left in a hurry, Ron asked Harry.

Harry was reading the notice again, and the joy that had filled him since Saturday had vanished. He was filled with anger.

”It's no coincidence,” he said, clasping his hand in the shape of a fist. ”She knows.”

”She can't know,” Ron replied immediately. ”There will be people eavesdropping in that hotel. Let's face it. We don't know how many people are trustworthy in front of us. Any of them could run to Umbridge and tell him And Harry thought they believed in himself, and even thought they worshipped him?

”Henrietta!” Ron said immediately, punching himself in the palm of his hand. ”Or, I think Michael Connor has defected too!”

”I wonder if Haomin and Fanlin have seen the notice?” Said Harry, scanning the door to the girls' dormitory.

”Fanlin is out, and Hermione Let's go and tell her. ” Said Ron.

He leapt forward, opened the door, and went up the spiral staircase. When he got to the sixth step, a loud, whistling, high pitched sound fused with the ladder to form a smooth stone ladder.

Ron tried to escape, his hands dancing wildly like a windmill. Then he was 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,” said Harry, lifting Ron up from his feet and trying to hold back his laughter.

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

”Oh, who wants to go upstairs?” They giggled and giggled at Harry and Ron.

”It's me.” ”I didn't know that would happen. It's not fair! ”

As the girls left the portrait cave laughing wildly, he added to Harry, ”Hermione is allowed into our dormitory. Why can't we...”

”It's an old rule,” Hermione gracefully slid down the stone ladder and onto the carpet in front of them. ”For Hogwarts, it's a historical issue, and the founders believe that boys are less trustworthy than girls. Why did you go there anyway? ”

”Come to see you, look at this!” Harry dragged her to the notice board. Hao min's eyes quickly scan the notice, and her expression becomes dignified. ”Someone must have tipped her off!” Ron said indignantly.

”They can't do that,” Hao min whispered.

”You're naive,” said Ron. ”Because you're honest and trustworthy, do you think so?”