Learn magic in Harry Potter

During these few days, Umbridge was very active, frequently going in and out of various classrooms.

Not only did he interfere with the professor's class by pointing and gesticulating, but he also asked questions in class and disrupted the students' classes.

This made professors and students increasingly dislike this pretentious guy.

It was also during this period that the Daily Prophet continued to exert its strength and continuously attracted hatred for the Ministry of Magic.

Three weeks into the new semester, in the Transfiguration classroom!

Not long after he sat down, Wright saw Professor McGonagall walking into the classroom with a stern face.

Umbridge walked in behind her, holding a clipboard.

As soon as this investigator, who had been in office for a long time, walked into the classroom, he found a seat in a corner and sat down.

He would scribble on the blackboard from time to time, as if he was working very seriously.

Wright, who had seen Umbridge in many classes, naturally knew that she was evaluating the "Transfiguration Course"!

This method should be used to determine whether Professor McGonagall's courses meet the standards of the Ministry of Magic.

After the bell rang for class, Umbridge's voice rang out in the classroom:

"Professor McGonagall, I want to ask you something! Did you receive the note I gave you?"

"It notifies me of the date and time I will come to investigate your attendance at classes."

Professor McGonagall didn't look at Umbridge directly. She glanced at the uneasy students and said calmly:

"The fact that you are still in this classroom means that I have received it."

"Otherwise, I would have kicked you out of my classroom long ago."

After that, Professor McGonagall never paid any more attention to Umbridge, and turned to the students and said loudly:

"Students, today we are going to learn the 'Vanishing Spell', which can make animals disappear right before your eyes."

"Although this magic is amazing, it's not difficult to learn!"

"Of course, the more complex the animal that needs to disappear, the more difficult the magic will be."

At this point, Professor McGonagall held up a large glass jar and said as she showed it:

"Snails are invertebrates, so they're not very challenging, so let's start with..."

"Cough, cough!"

Professor McGonagall looked at Umbridge who was interrupting the class with an angry look, and asked unhappily:

"You must listen quietly in class. This is the most basic rule and courtesy."

"If you can't even comply with this, then I have to question whether you are qualified to be an inspector!"

Umbridge, who had never been confronted before, was choked and looked like she had been slapped in the face.

Professor McGonagall ignored her and after explaining the magic spell, she distributed the snails to everyone for practice.

……

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the students were packing up and leaving the classroom.

Umbridge stood up with a thud and walked to Professor McGonagall with a stern face.

The fire of gossip in the hearts of Wright and others suddenly ignited, and they all deliberately stayed behind to eavesdrop.

Umbridge, oblivious to the eavesdropping ears, asked directly, "How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?"

Professor McGonagall was busy packing her things and answered without raising her head, "It will be thirty-nine years this December."

Umbridge immediately picked up the pen and wrote a few words on the parchment on the writing board, with a threatening tone:

"Very good, you will receive the results of your investigation within ten days."

"I know, I feel like I'll get a pretty good mark, Professor Umbridge!"

After Professor McGonagall finished speaking in a cold tone, she picked up her packed things and left the classroom.

……

Just as Wright was living a leisurely campus life, Voldemort and Karkaroff had already arrived in Nurmengard.

The two of them had to sleep in the open air all the way without any specific spatial coordinates.

After traveling across half of Europe, we finally arrived at our destination.

Looking at the huge and majestic castle like a fortress on the hillside.

I don’t know if it was fate, but the moment Voldemort arrived, he saw the tall tower in the center.

"Great Master, this is Nurmengard."

"This is a horrific prison that only existed in records during Grindelwald's heyday."

"He once imprisoned hundreds of wizards here, which was no less glorious than Azkaban at its peak."

After looking around, Kaka explained to Voldemort in a very flattering manner.

Voldemort kept looking at the central tower and said disapprovingly:

“All glory and prosperity will pass, but as long as you are alive, you will have opportunities.”

"He's there, now make your move!"

After Karkaroff bowed, he walked in front to clear the way for Voldemort.

Although at the moment, nothing can hurt Voldemort, but he still needs to put in some superficial effort.

Karkaroff led the way, through a gate with the slogan "For the Greater Good" carved directly above it.

Pass over outposts, forts, and towers that have been captured by hostile wizards.

When the two of them completely stepped into the castle, a sense of spatial blockade suddenly appeared.

Karkaroff didn't expect that after so many years of war, the magic here had not dissipated:

"Great Master, this is the arrangement of 'Anti-Apparition', we ..."

"Continue to go!"

Voldemort ignored Karkaroff's panic and interrupted his question coldly.

"Great Master, OK!"

Karkaroff could sense Voldemort's displeasure, so he didn't dare to continue speaking.

The two walked in the dark castle blocked by space for more than ten minutes before they arrived at their destination.

The top floor of the central tower looks very neat compared to the dilapidated and devastated area below.

This tower seems to have been remodeled and is more like a small room, with all kinds of daily necessities available.

It just looked like it hadn't been used for a long time and was covered with a thick layer of dust.

Even the fireplace used for heating and the chairs near the door were covered with dust.

Even the windows through which you can see the outside world are grey and not even the sunlight can get in.

The owner of this house, or rather this castle, was leaning on the hard bed in the room.

I don’t know if it’s because of his old age or because he’s been detained for too long.

Grindelwald looked terrible, his gray hair was messy like dry weeds.

His body was as skinny as a skeleton, his eyes were deeply sunken, and his skin was extremely pale.

The sound of footsteps at the door woke up the old man who was waiting for death in a daze.

In just a moment, the cloudy eyes of the dying old man became extremely sharp.

It was as if the most powerful dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald had never gone far away.

His sharp gaze went straight through Karkaroff, who was walking in front, and looked at Voldemort.

"Hello, Grindelwald! No...I should say this now!"

"Long time no see! Grindelwald..."