HP Dawn Night

"I forgot to tell you that this year's new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is Umbridge." As the train slowly pulled into Hogsmeade Station, Draco suddenly remembered an important thing.

"You mean Dolores Umbridge?" Blaise was about to get up to get the box, but he stopped when he heard Draco's words.

"That's right. She was the Senior Undersecretary for Magic and was involved in Potter's interrogation—"

"Interrogation of Potter!" the three of us yelled in unison, Draco was visibly taken aback, and moved uncomfortably when he saw our eager eyes:

"Potter was charged with using the Patronus Charm in front of a Muggle. Don't you all know?"

"I don't know. It wasn't in the newspapers." I looked at Pansy. She reads the Daily Prophet carefully every morning.

Pansy looked at Draco anxiously, "But Potter's fine, isn't he?"

"Dumbledore was his witness and found an eyewitness." Draco said quickly, when the train had stopped, everyone opened the compartment doors and got off the train, chatting and laughing from the aisle. "In the end they ruled that Porter violated the restraining order in self-defense and the jury acquitted him."

"How do dementors appear in Muggle housing estates?" Blaise asked. "They are only sent by the Ministry of Magic."

Draco shook his head: "You're right, Blaise." He lowered his voice, "It was sent by Umbridge, she was sent by the Ministry of Magic to monitor Hogwarts, my dad told me -"

Draco was interrupted by a knock on the box door, and we turned back.Theodore was standing outside the door: "Don't you four go down, everyone is going to leave!"

"Let's talk about it when we get a chance." We all stood up to pick up our luggage, Draco said.

The foyer was bright red illuminated by torches, echoing the footsteps of the students.They walked across the flagstone floor to the right of the two doors leading to the auditorium, where the start-of-term banquet was held.

We merged into the crowd, and as we walked into the Great Hall, I noticed people huddled together and whispering, some greeting him overly enthusiastically, whenever Potter passed.It couldn't be more obvious that Potter's claims before the summer had put him in an awkward position.Throughout the summer, there was no news about the mysterious man in the "Daily Prophet". Instead, there were several articles that seemed to be inspired by someone accusing Dumbledore of being stupid and Potter talking nonsense.Thinking of Umbridge's arrival again, I vaguely understood something.

"That's Umbridge." When we sat down at the long table, Draco pointed to a woman in the teacher's bench, who was talking to Dumbledore.

Umbridge was short and plump, with short curly taupe hair tied in a very ugly pink bow that matched her fuzzy pink cardigan.When she turned to pick up the glass, I saw a pale, tomb-like face with bulging eyes with drooping lids.

"Is she married?" Pansy asked tremblingly.

"Not as far as I know." Draco replied.Pansy frowned in disgust: "I think so."

"Hagrid's not here." I found Professor Graplan sitting in Hagrid's place.

"He didn't get into St. Mungo's with a schreck did he?"

"Probably."

"Hush—the new student is here."

Professor McGonagall put the Sorting Hat on the high stool according to the old custom, the slit in the hat opened, and it sang a sorting song as always.But something seems to be wrong this year.

"Is it warning us?" Pansy frowned slightly.

I pursed my lips uneasily: "It seems so, the content it sang this year is a bit off topic."

Usually, the Sorting Hat would only describe the different qualities valued by the four houses and its own task of sorting students.And I don't recall what advice it tried to give schools.

"Baro, Barrow, the bloody Barrow." The applause was mixed with whispers, and Blaise saw the bloody Barrow drifting behind him, so he quickly stopped him, "Did the Sorting Hat ever exist before?" Was there a warning?"

"It has, of course it has." Bloody Barrow said knowingly, he floated back and hovered next to Blaise, "The Sorting Hat feels that it has a moral responsibility to issue an appropriate warning to the school. If it feels that the school If you are under threat or facing great danger..."

"Thanks, Barrow," Blaise said.Barrow nodded slightly, then floated away with a gloomy face.The way he looked terrified many first-year students.

At this time, the sorting had begun, and we refocused our attention on the freshmen.

The newcomers to Slytherin House were, as usual, very small.After the sorting ceremony, Professor Dumbledore stood up and greeted us all. He was wearing a dark purple robe covered with silver stars, with a bright smile on his mouth: "Welcome our new students!" He said loudly, with his arms open, "Welcome! Welcome to our old students--welcome back! There's more time for lectures, but not now. Eat to your heart's content!"

There was a roar of admiration and applause in the auditorium - delicious food fell from the sky, and the long table was suddenly filled with huge beef, pies, plates of vegetables, bread, jam and jugs of pumpkin juice.

"Listen to the meaning of the Sorting Hat, it wants people from the four houses to be friends?" I involuntarily glanced at Gryffindor, and Potter was also staring at us, our eyes briefly met After a while, I quickly looked away, "This possibility is very small."

"In theory, you shouldn't have this attitude." Blaise said, although there was no blame in his tone, "Peaceful coexistence and cooperation are the keys to maintaining the friendship between the four colleges. At least I believe that a long, long time ago, Gryffindor and Slytherin should have just been competitive..."

Draco cut him off: "Umbridge is looking right at us."

We immediately fell silent, as if we were enjoying a dinner party.

Returning to Hogwarts this year, I am not as excited as I used to be.Unlike most people at Hogwarts, I know very well that You-Know-Who has returned, and I also have the sad news that my dad is a Death Eater, which is definitely not something to be proud of these days things.I know Potter and his friends never liked my dad, and I'm not sure if they doubted his identity, but I'm sure they treated us—me, my dad, my friends, my schoolmates— —All hold more or less hostility and doubts.My intuition tells me that it might not be a wise decision to insist on maintaining a bad relationship with them now.

Fortunately, we have been trying to avoid conflicts with them since last semester. Considering our long-standing grievances, I only hope that our relationship will not continue to deteriorate.

When the students were full, Dumbledore stood up and gave the necessary speech for the start of the school: "Okay, since we are digesting another extremely delicious meal, I ask you to be quiet for a while and listen to me as usual Talking about the precautions for the new semester. The first-year students should know that the forbidden forest in the hunting grounds is not for students to enter-this should also be known to several of our senior students by now. Mr. Filch, the administrator, asked me to , he also told me that this is the 420th time for the sixth time, and begged me to remind you all that there is no magic in the hallway between classes, and many other regulations, which are listed on that long list, posted on Mr. Filch Office door. This year, we have had two changes in our teaching staff. We are delighted to welcome back Professor Graplan, who will be calling your Care of Magical Creatures class. We are equally pleased to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new black Magic defense teacher."

There was a polite, not so enthusiastic applause in the auditorium.

Dumbledore went on: "The selection for the House Quidditch team will be—"

He stopped talking abruptly, and looked at Umbridge questioningly. She stood up no taller than she was sitting, so we didn't realize what happened for a while.It wasn't until Umbridge cleared his throat: "Cough, cough." Then we realized dully that Umbridge had interrupted Dumbledore's speech!

Dumbledore only looked surprised for a moment, and then he sat down alertly, watching Umbridge intently, as if he couldn't wait to hear what she had to say.But the other teachers were less able to hide their astonishment so subtly. Professor Sprout's eyebrows were almost tucked into her flowing hair, and Professor McGonagall drew her mouth into a straight line.No teacher had ever dared to interrupt Dumbledore to speak for himself before, and most of the students in the Great Hall seemed to be chuckling to themselves: this woman clearly didn't understand the opportunities at Hogwarts.But I intuitively realized that this time it was not that simple.

"Thank you, Headmaster," said Umbridge, in a high, high-pitched, breathy voice, like a little girl's, "well, I must say, it's great to be back at Hogwarts! She grinned. "It's great to see these happy little faces looking up at me!"

I looked aside quietly, and there was no expression on my face that could be called happy.Most of the people were surprised that some people regarded them as five-year-old children.

"I am eager to get to know all of you as soon as possible, and I believe we will become very good friends." Umbridge coughed again, and when she spoke again, her voice became dry and serious, "The Ministry of Magic has always believed that educating young wizards is a very important matter. Some of the valuable talents you are born with may be fruitless if they are not cultivated and exercised under careful and meticulous guidance. Unique to the wizarding world Ancient arts must be passed on from generation to generation, or they will be lost. The treasure trove of magical knowledge accumulated by our ancestors must be preserved, supplemented and perfected by those who are fortunate enough to practice the noble profession of education."

At this point, there was silence in the auditorium.Umbridge bowed to the other teachers, but none of them returned the bow.Instead, Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout exchanged a meaningful glance.

"The successive Headmasters of Hogwarts have all innovated in their charge of running this historic school, and this is entirely due, because if there is no progress, it will stagnate and decay. At the same time, however, progress for the sake of progress This practice should never be encouraged. Our traditions have been tempered and often do not need bad revisions. To achieve a balance, between the old and the new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation between……"

The auditorium was noisy, and the students were whispering, whispering, and giggling, contrary to the silence when Dumbledore spoke just now.But Umbridge didn't seem to care what was going on underneath, but the teachers listened very carefully, and I found Draco, Blaise, and Pansy listening attentively, even though their expressions gave away their hearts.

"...because some changes have achieved good results, while others, in due time, have been found to be poor decisions. At the same time, some old habits will be retained, and there will be no excuse, while others will become obsolete, must be discarded. Let us move forward into a new era of enlightenment, efficiency and reason, insisting on maintaining what should be maintained, perfecting what needs to be perfected, and discarding what we should prohibit.”

She sat down and Dumbledore began to clap, and the other teachers followed suit, though some of them only clapped once or twice before letting their hands down.There was sparse applause in the auditorium, as if most people didn't realize the speech was over.

"What does she mean by that?" Pansy asked.I ignored her:

"Draco, what was the last thing you said on the train?"

Draco looked around and lowered his voice: "Fudge thinks Dumbledore is trying to usurp power, he thinks Dumbledore is raising an army - I know that's nonsense! - anyway, he sent Umbridge."

Pansy opened her mouth, then turned to me: "Remember those articles in the newspaper?"

I nodded with mixed feelings. The Daily Prophet reported that Dumbledore lost his post as President of the International Federation of Wizards because he was too old and unable to do what he wanted, but that's not true at all...

"Dumbledore gave a speech that You-Know-Who was back, and the wizards at the Ministry voted him out. He's no longer Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot—"

Blaise and Pansy kicked him at the same time, and I cleared my throat loudly, "Draco, it's time for us to give directions to the first-years."

Draco came to his senses in a short time, a look of exasperation flitting across his face, and he gave Nott a furtive glare as we stood up and called to gather the first years together.

The author has something to say:

Aha~ Professor Umbridge is here...

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