[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

October whizzed by, and in a blink of an eye, it entered the cold and windy November.

Voldemort seems to have studied subjects such as human psychology. He did not seize the ownership of Diagon Alley after the raid. Instead, he settled down with his followers - he even disappeared for a while. time, the "Daily Prophet" also carefully ignored all reports about the Dark Lord himself.

Then when people thought that this was just an accident, that some ignorant guy might have angered the Dark Lord, and they could try to get their lives back on track... Diagon Alley, which had just recovered some vitality, was bombed again, Several unlucky hemp wizards were hanging in the sky together with the Dark Mark.

This time, even when the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters fell silent as usual, people were still uneasy, as if there was always a Sword of Damocles hanging above their heads.

But after all, these are still far away from the closed boarding school Hogwarts. Apart from news photos, there are only a small number of students who have transferred schools or taken leave or returned home due to family changes, which has slightly increased the discussion and panic among students. . The Gryffindor students were more worried about their Quidditch match.

After three weeks of deliberation, Umbridge approved the applications of Angelina, Alia and Katie, and then shelved the others' - "Three Chasers!" Angelina collapsed at this. Yelling in the dugout, "What game is there with only three Chasers!"

"What's the reason?" Harry asked.

"She said she would conduct further character checks," Angelina muttered, "to ensure that those participating in extracurricular activities are good students with both good character and academic performance..."

George and Fred sneered in unison.

Come on, from this perspective, they are notorious troublemakers in the school, so there is no hope.

Ron's face didn't look good either. In terms of academic performance, he is not as good as Harry.

"Come on," George said, "In my opinion, you should quickly select a few of the people who have applied for goalkeepers and submit applications, and deal with the recent games first."

"Look at it this way, what does the old witch mean?" Fred made it clear. "Anyone who cannot understand and implement her wishes probably cannot be regarded as a person of good character."

Although everyone had this suspicion in their minds, it was still demoralizing to hear Fred say it so directly.

"I'm going to find Professor McGonagall." Angelina stood up abruptly, "I don't believe it..."

She left in a hurry and came back dejectedly.

"Umbridge...she..." Angelina repeated dryly in an emotionless voice: "The Senior Inquisitor has the highest authority over all punishment, sanctions and deprivation of rights involving Hogwarts students. and have the right to modify such punishments, sanctions and deprivations of rights imposed by other parties.”

"...the newly issued "Education Order No. 25." She added.

On the day of the game, although Angelina insisted that their three-person team could also play against Slytherin, she was still rejected by Mrs. Hooch and was directly sentenced to lose because of the lack of Gryffindor players.

Umbridge was standing at the edge of the stands, looking at them with her sweet yet vicious smile.

The Gryffindor players - both those who applied and those who failed - were much calmer than they thought. Maybe all the intense emotions from the past few weeks have worn off.

They just stood in silence, letting the snow fall on them, staring at Umbridge with an indescribable look.

The Slytherins cheered for a while, and then their voices gradually became quieter. Their captain saw that something was wrong and decisively called on his teammates to evacuate.

"Let's go, let's go!" Draco followed in a low voice but resolutely driving away his teammates who were still planning to watch the fun, "Let's go!" While Umbridge has built up enough hatred, don't get burned!

Draco grabbed his broom and ran quickly, not even daring to give Tom a look in the stands.

Then Umbridge left contentedly. As soon as she was gone, Hermione scurried down from the stands and cast a wide-area warming spell on them.

"Don't do this..." She begged them with a trembling voice, "We will still have a chance in the future..."

Harry and Ron remained silent, looking sadly at the wet hems of their robes.

"Let's go." Angelina finally spoke, her voice as hollow as her expression, "Go back and sleep, maybe everything is just a nightmare..."

"We'll see," George said grimly, "it's not over yet."

He and Fred walked away arm in arm, whispering along the way, not knowing what they were discussing.

"Well," Tom said, slowing down as he noticed something else that might cheer them up a little, "I thought there was something that might cheer you both up."

"What?" Harry managed to cheer up.

"Hagrid should be back." Tom pointed in the direction of Hagrid's hut. He had just seen the smoke.

This sentence was like a shot in the arm, and Harry's face suddenly lit up.

"What are you waiting for?" Ron said.

It was the first time that Harry and Ron returned to the locker room so quickly and changed out of their team uniforms. They walked through the quiet snow, turned around the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and saw that the hut in front of them was indeed lit up with a small square of gold. The lights were bright, and there was still smoke rising from the chimney.

Harry quickened his pace and rushed to the front. He raised his hand and knocked heavily on the wooden door. A dog barked inside.

That's right...it's Yaya's voice...

"Hagrid, it's us!" Harry yelled into the keyhole.

"You should have thought of it!" said a rough voice, sounding very happy, "I just came back three seconds... get out of the way, Yaya... get out of the way, you sleepyhead..."

The door creaked open, and Hagrid's head emerged from the crack - Hermione screamed.

"Oh my god, keep your voice down!" Hagrid said hurriedly, looking around uneasily, "Come in quickly, come in first!"

"I'm sorry!" Hermione whispered, and the three of them squeezed past Hagrid into the room, "But Hagrid -"

"Who hit you?" Tom asked for them.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Hagrid emphasized hurriedly. He closed the door and quickly closed all the curtains, but everyone still frowned and looked at him. .seven

Hagrid's hair was messy and covered with blood clots. His left eye was swollen to a slit, blue and purple, and his face and hands were scarred, some of which were still bleeding. He moved very carefully, and was very stiff and stiff. It was awkward, it looked like a few bones were broken in that move. He had obviously just arrived home. A thick black traveling cloak was draped over the back of the chair, and a backpack large enough to hold several children was leaning against the wall. Hagrid, who was twice as tall and three times as wide as a normal man, limped to the stove and placed a copper kettle on the fire.

"What's going on?" Harry asked through gritted teeth, feeling anger rising from the bottom of his heart.

"I said, it's okay." Hagrid said stubbornly, "Would you like a cup of tea?" He noticed that Tom was staring at the cup and added: "I just washed it."

"Okay," Tom sat down, "we can drink tea and listen to you what's going on."

"I do not--"

"Forget it," said Ron, "look at you!"

"I'm fine." Hagrid said, straightening up and turning to smile at them, but wincing in pain, "Ah, I'm so glad to see you - you had a good summer vacation, didn't you?"

"We may have a bit of a disagreement about 'good', Hagrid," Harry said sarcastically. "Were you attacked? A Death Eater?"

"What? Oh of course not. I'm fine." Hagrid refused to change his words.

"You should at least show Madam Pomfrey, Hagrid," Hermione said anxiously. "Some of the wounds look dangerous."

"I'll take care of it, okay?" Hagrid said majestically.

He walked to the huge wooden table in the middle of the hut and took off a tea towel on the table. Underneath was a strip of bloody raw meat, green and slightly larger than an ordinary car tire.

"Don't tell me you plan on eating it," Ron leaned over to take a look. "This thing looks poisonous."

"This is what it looks like, it's dragon meat," Hagrid said. "I'm not planning to eat it." He picked up the dragon meat and applied it to his left face. Green blood dripped onto his beard. He hummed in satisfaction.