[HP] Noble

When Harry and his party were staggered all the way into Umbridge's office, they were not too surprised to find that Marietta was already waiting there - of course, rather than waiting there, it would be better to say that she was caught Forced to stay where she is, this poor and hateful girl, there are a few people who are obviously Aurors standing around her, but most of them are strange faces, looking fierce, and Hogwarts out of place.

This may have reminded Harry once again that the Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix are not completely equated.

For some reason, Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore were there too - but one can guess anyway that they were not invited by Umbridge - perhaps Dobby, or someone else , In short, whoever rushed to notify them at the first time.Although he has had too much dissatisfaction with the old headmaster recently, Harry had to admit that he was indeed relieved the moment he saw him.

Hermione let out a loud snort full of contempt as she passed Marietta.From the beginning, Qiu Zhang was more surprised than blamed. When she saw that her friend's face was covered with horrible blue tattoo-like marks that were obviously left after the contract magic was destroyed, she turned all her anger on Hermione——

"How could you do this, I really didn't expect...Granger!"

"Oh, let me see, maybe I just forgot to warn you," said Hermione arrogantly, even though the Auror behind her gave her a rough push and nearly shoved her into the stove, "That A little simple contract magic was indeed added to the signature paper—for today, I don’t want us to suspect each other,” she paused, and gave Marietta a sneering sideways look, “Obviously the best thing to see at a glance.”

"Okay, shut up all of you." Harry warned the girls hoarsely that this was not a good time to argue, though when he started he found his throat was terribly dry.

Compared to their embarrassment, the treatment of the Slytherins is obviously much better.Although Umbridge's office is decorated with outrageous taste, it does not prevent it from at least one soft and large sofa to sit on.

"Perhaps you will allow us to sit down, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall." Draco drawled lazily.

"Of course, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore said mildly, he waved his old and withered hands, and even steaming tea and freshly baked snacks appeared on the table, "Maybe I can make up for it." Your lost tea time."

"Afternoon tea!" Ron Weasley, who had been dumb since just now, suddenly let out a loud jeer, "My God, Slytherins still need afternoon tea? What a pretentious behavior—"

Before Umbridge asked the Auror to slap the red-haired Gryffindor with bright eyes, Draco rolled his eyelids and said very calmly: "I attribute your offensive behavior to being too nervous, Wayne." Sly, look at your situation and learn to shut up."

"Well, Draco, since you say that...although I think he should be given a good lesson - no one can tell people from other houses." Umbridge looked very disappointed, and never Professor McGonagall, who had tensed up when Ron spoke just now, relaxed a little. She glanced at the Slytherins calmly, and then looked away.

Suddenly, Umbridge's office fell silent.Harry thought it was a little funny: when did Slytherin stop dictating the students in other houses? —that's pretty much all they've been busy doing all day.

"If we still want to catch up with our dinner, I think we can start the interrogation now, Ms. Umbridge." Dumbledore stood up, his blue glasses looked down through the half-moon spectacles. Marietta looked at her head: "Miss Ackmore, someone told me before that you told Ms. Umbridge that there will be a small party at the Room of Requirement tonight?"

Marietta lowered her head even further—perhaps she would have wanted to bury her head like an ostrich if she could.

"I don't understand, Aikemo, what can you say?" Draco interrupted suddenly, "Why do you suddenly think of being timid when you have the guts to tell the truth?"

Marietta obviously heard this sentence, she froze all over, quickly raised her head to glance at Draco and then lowered her head as fast as she could—but that was enough, the horrible lines on her face were enough Let every girl present who could see clearly gasp, the green spots spreading upwards from the neck made up the word "informer", as if suffering from a serious skin disease, it looked very scary.

pat.

A drop of liquid fell on Umbridge's pink rug, staining the spot a slightly darker plum red.

"Draco, you finally managed to make a girl cry." Scorpius said in a low voice, "Although I think you are right, but... I still think your behavior is very stupid."

"I'm just telling the truth." Seemingly not used to the girl's tears, Draco moved a little uncomfortably, and finally compromised, "Okay, I won't say a word from now on—it's okay Is it wrong?"

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. It seems that our problem can continue." Dumbledore said briskly, "Wipe your tears, Miss Aikemo, it's nothing, I believe your professors will not let these Terrible stuff stays on your face forever - but I need to remind you that you haven't said anything yet, you know, you just told your professor about your social events - like going to a healthy one tonight Little party—"

"'Content is healthy'!" Umbridge suddenly raised his voice, and retorted in a sharp voice that was no longer so artificial and sweet, "They are gathering illegally! Need I remind you that we have implemented the "No.20 Four Education Order "It's been nearly half a year, and they have held countless so-called 'health gatherings' during this half year!"

"It's just a pile of rubbish. Hogwarts has never had any rules other than school rules." Professor McGonagall said indifferently and contemptuously.

Umbridge turned her head sharply, and she let out an asthma-like sound from her throat, and at last, blushing, she seemed to force herself to say softly and sweetly, "Honey, I think you'd like A chance to apologize, or I'll charge you with contempt of the Ministry."

"And I'll be sitting in my office, waiting for the so-called Ministry of Magic flyer that will get me into Azkaban if I can—"

"Minerva!"

Dumbledore suddenly raised his voice and interrupted Professor McGonagall. Although his voice sounded very harsh, he quickly softened his emotions and directed at the angry Gryffindor head Shaking his head: "Okay, you know you are needed here."

"Miss Eckmore!" Umbridge called immediately, and it seemed that her cry had startled the girl. She took a step back subconsciously, but was quickly blocked by the tall and strong Auror behind her. She trembled uncontrollably, and Umbridge looked satisfied with the situation, and the sickly smile returned to her face, "Come, dear girl, perhaps you will tell us that in the past Have these parties been held regularly for six months now—come on, don't be afraid, you'll just nod or shake your head, and that won't make the curse on your face any worse—"

Unexpectedly, Marietta shook her head.

The smile on Umbridge's face froze for a moment, but soon, her voice became softer: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid... I promise to arrange for you the best spellbreaker in St. Mungo's soon , now, all you need to do is--my God, can you tell me why you keep shaking your head!"

"Shaking your head doesn't mean much in the international common action language, Professor." Draco pouted, "They mostly mean 'no' or 'rejection'."

Scorpius stomped on him under the coffee table, and Draco gave the third-year Slytherins a deadpan look before literally shutting up.

"I think her sense is that 'we don't hold such gatherings on a regular basis', Professor." In the corner, Harry Potter suddenly stopped being silent, he interjected.

Umbridge got to her feet, and she walked into Harry, saying sweetly, "What you're saying here obviously doesn't count, Mr Potter."

"Oh, what a surprise," said Harry sarcastically, "as if I didn't know."

If the door of the office hadn't been pushed open at this time, Harry thought that Umbridge might have chosen to give him a bottle of poison that would make people dumb forever, but fortunately, this new savior attracted all of them. human attention-

Whoever comes, I'm going to give him a huge present this Christmas.

It was a decision he regretted the moment Harry turned his head.Looking at the head Slytherin who came in with his whole body in black and even buttoned up to his collar, the Gryffindor savior was suddenly speechless, because he was not sure whether he should thank the savior now—at least a little It is certain that the other party is definitely not here for him.

And it is.

Snape strode into the office, his black suit in sharp contrast to Umbridge's pink room.His hawk-like eyes darted round the room (the Gryffindors were completely ignored, as if they were nothing more than a cloud of nonexistent air), before finally resting on Dumbledore.

"What's the matter, Severus?" Dumbledore asked softly, turning around.

"Sixth-year Slytherins and Ravenclaws of the second class in the afternoon found Fazeren's body in classroom No. 11." Snape said quickly with a straight face, "He's dead."

"What?" Dumbledore asked subconsciously.

"A faculty member has unfortunately died, and Professor Black is already there to maintain order—" Snape scanned the office again, and at this time, everyone was staring at him, as if he had just turned into a As if the big snake broke in, "If I were you, I would go and have a look now, Principal Dumbledore."