Chapter 936 (1/2)
Umbridge was absolutely out of his head, or perhaps this report touched the sensitive nerves of the Ministry of magic.
They have just brought Sirius back into the dark, barely covering up Azkaban's affairs, and now they have to deal with an absolutely true report.
The fact can't be covered up forever. The changes in the magic world are really too big. Azkaban is out of control, the black wizards are gathering, and there are more deaths. However, the Ministry of magic has been advocating peace and stability.
This itself is enough contradiction, contradiction to make more and more people dissatisfied with the Ministry of magic.
In the eyes of van Lim, Umbridge's practice obviously lost the power when he first came to Hogwarts. Now it seems that Umbridge is like a fly with no way to go, buzzing in the Hogwarts castle
Wait, it's not the season for flies to come out
If there's anything else that will please the vanillians, it's Malfoy, Clara and Goyle's reaction.
I went to the library later that afternoon and saw them.
A couple of people were huddling their heads together and a Hermione called him sildo. Nott's unkempt boy whispers. They saw Harry as he searched the shelves for books about partial disappearance.
Goyle maliciously pulled the wrench, while Malfoy spoke maliciously to crabber.
Harry fully understood what they were doing: he called their father a Death Eater.
”Best of all,” said Hermione happily as they left the library, ”they can't attack you because they can't admit reading that article!”
Finally, Luna is having dinner to tell Tan Dong that wizard Weekly has never sold so fast.
”Dad is printing more!” She told Harry that her eyes were red with excitement. ”He couldn't believe it. He said people were even more interested in finding elves than in how to find them!”
And that night in the Gryffindor lounge, Harry became a hero. Fred and George boldly magnified the cover of wizard weekly and hung it on the wall, so Harry's big head kept looking at the activity below, muttering from time to time that ”the Ministry of magic is a fool” and ”eat the dung, aunumrich.”.
Hermione didn't find it interesting at all. She said it disturbed her thinking and finally she went to bed in her room angrily.
After an hour or two later, Harry thought the poster was no more fun, especially when the spell faded, and it would say ”poop” and ”Umbridge” off and on.
As a matter of fact, his head began to ache again, and the scars pricked uncomfortably. He announced that he was going to bed, and the people around him immediately groaned with disappointment. They had asked him to repeat the interview countless times.
When he returned to the dormitory, there was no one in it.
Harry put his forehead against the cold glass window beside the bed, and the scar felt better. Then he lay down on the bed without taking off his clothes, hoping that the headache would soon disappear. He felt a little uncomfortable and turned over to close his eyes. He soon fell asleep.
……
He was standing in a dark room with a curtain on it, in which there was a candle. His hands clung to the back of a chair in front of him. His fingers were long, as if he had not seen the sun for a long time, and looked like some big pale spiders on the black velvet back of his chair. On the other side of the chair, in the dim light of a candle, knelt a man in a black robe.
”I thought about it carefully,” said Harry in a high, cold, angry voice.
”Master, I beg your forgiveness,” the man on his knees said hoarsely. The back of his head flashed in the candlelight and seemed to be shaking.
”I'm not blaming you, Lockwood,” Harry said, still in a cold voice. He let go of his grip on the chair and went around it to the man crouching on the ground, standing upright, looking taller than usual.
”Are you sure of your situation, Lockwood?” Asked Harry.