HP meets at Hogwarts

Chapter 118 Stupid

"Ann, are your hands okay?" Hermione approached An and asked worriedly.

"It's okay." Ann shook her head.

Before Hermione could speak again, Ann continued, "I don't need to say thank you, Hermione, you—"

Ann thought she could say all the words in the belly draft, but when she saw Hermione's eyes, her words changed when she came to her mouth, "You—I know you want to test Umbridge's teaching about Defense Against the Dark Arts class way, but it is obvious that her teaching methods will also be like this in the future, her focus at Hogwarts will not be teaching, maybe you can understand?"

"But this year is our OWLs year, if she does this, the exam will not only be about theory!" Hermione said excitedly.

"Yes, you're right." Ann said, "but don't forget, her main task has never been to be a teacher, and of course it doesn't include helping us pass the OWLs well, so don't try anymore— —”

Both Harry and Ron's eyes widened in surprise.

"But, she's a professor, isn't she?" Ron asked.

"Yes, but she is a professor forced by the Ministry of Magic, and she is also a senior investigator at Hogwarts. Behind her is Fudge, and Fudge currently represents the Ministry of Magic."

"But she shouldn't—" interrupted Harry.

Ann no longer looked at Hermione, but narrowed her eyes and looked at Harry, "Yes, maybe you think it's unfair, or maybe you think it sounds unjust at all, but justice never means positive Fighting, thereby causing unnecessary damage to yourself, but also to the people around you."

"I didn't do anything!" Harry said angrily.

An raised his eyebrows and asked provocatively, "Oh? Really? You think so?"

"I didn't do it in the first place, obviously I just told the truth to Professor Umbridge," said Harry excitedly.

"Ha! You're just telling what you think is the truth. The question is, how many people believe you?" Ann added fuel to the fire.

Now Hermione and Fanny looked surprised, and both looked at Ann.

Harry felt a fire ignited inside him, and he clenched his fists tightly, "Yes, no one believes me, but it's their fault! At the end of last term, Dumbledore obviously said—"

"Dumbledore said? It seems that you haven't figured it out yet. Now Dumbledore's credibility is obviously declining. You are punished for this, but he didn't ask, did he? And in the eyes of most people, what you said It looks like a jumping clown." An said coldly.

"You—" Harry gritted his teeth and looked at Ann angrily.

Ann raised his eyebrows and continued, "Tsk tsk, are you angry like this? Now I suddenly understand why Professor Snape is so disdainful of you. The main characteristics of Gryffindor, courage and boldness, I am on you Nothing at all, just mindless impulses and messy behavior in the face of problems—"

"Hello!" "Ann!" Both Ron and Hermione shouted dissatisfied.

"What? Not convinced?" Ann ignored Hermione and Ron, looked straight at Harry, showing a sarcastic expression, "To be honest, maybe I should seriously consider Malfoy's suggestion, and help a brainless like you , Gryffindor who will only cause trouble if you don’t do it impulsively—”

"I didn't ask you to help me!" Harry shouted angrily, staring at Ann with wide eyes.

An ironic smile curled up on the corner of An's mouth, "Okay, then we don't have anything to say."

Restraining herself not to look at Hermione, Ann turned and walked to the Slytherin common room on the basement floor with Fanny. Fanny seemed hesitant to speak.

"Ann?" Hermione frowned and shouted, she wanted to catch up and ask why, but Ron also seemed very angry, and he stopped Hermione.

Turning a corner, An Chang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ann, did you do it on purpose? Why?" Fanny asked in bewilderment, "You said you explained it to me afterwards."

"I can't, Fanny," murmured Ann, "I've been doing a lot of stupid things lately—"

"Does that count?" Fanny asked tentatively.

"It wasn't the stupid thing just now, oh, it wasn't stupid just now, was it?" Ann said.

Fanny raised her eyebrows. "I can't think of a more stupid thing you've done—"

Ann frowned, "But the goal is achieved, isn't it? They won't talk to me this semester, right?"

"What is your object? Why?" asked Fanny.

"I have to keep my distance," Ann said, "with them—"

Fanny motioned Ann to go on.

Ann scratched her hair irritably, "I can't say, but facing Hermione, I feel like I'm getting out of control—"

"Ok?"

"I'll do a lot of things I haven't done before, like what I did in Professor Umbridge's class today—"

A gleam of joy flashed across Fanny's face, "That's not very good, Ann, you must like Hermione..."

"I know—" Ann got a little impatient, "but no, I can fall in love with anyone in Hogwarts, except Hermione and the three of them, and it's still at this time!"

"Why? Ann! I don't understand, I really don't understand what is blocking you?" Fanny asked what she had wanted to ask all along.

Ann looked as if she had been struck with a gigantic hammer, and after a long pause she said, in a sad and sad tone, "I'm afraid, Fanny, that your knowledge of the world is safe and secure. , I am not; you have lived in a world with magic since you were young, and everyone you have seen is vivid and specific, I am not; every memory from childhood to adulthood is certain for you, I am not."

Fanny looked utterly bewildered; she evidently did not understand Ann's words.

"There was a time when I woke up every morning and looked at the ceiling for a while, because I wasn't sure if it was real, especially when I first came to Hogwarts. Yes, I was curious, and I was curious about magic. The world is curious, but it also brings me a huge sense of insecurity, everything, everything here is too foreign to what I have mastered, and I try very hard to understand a little bit more, to make up for my insecurity."

Fanny shook her head. "I don't understand, Ann."

Ann laughed at herself, "Yes, what I said was too abstract. It doesn't matter if you don't understand, but a long time ago, someone gave me one of my favorite and most cherished things, and then he broke it with his own hands. , right in front of me, it was smashed with no room. Then, this time someone handed me the same thing, but I dare not catch it. I am this kind of person, so I will never will be sorted into Gryffindor House."

"What I'm fighting against is just a big monster inside, it looks vulnerable, I know it, but it's stuck in me, I'm locked in, I can't take that step forward, I'm No courage at all." Ann said in a particularly low, downcast tone, "so I ducked, ran away, and hoped I never found out—"

Fanny gave Ann a hug, a strong hug, and she comforted, "Although I still don't understand, Ann, I can see that you are suffering in this, as a good friend, I hope you will become happier, and Not sadder. If running away is the right thing to do now, then run away."

Ann was silent for a while, and said gratefully, "Thank you—"

The next day, during breakfast time, neither of them mentioned what happened yesterday. As usual, the two flipped through the newspaper, chatted casually, and rushed to Transfiguration class.

Ann's performance was a little better than last week's class. At least she could make the snail disappear completely, although other students started to practice making the mouse disappear, and Fanny even reached [-]/[-] of the class. Time to make the mice disappear.

In addition, when taking the elective course of ancient runes, Ann and Fanny often stepped on the bell until the class bell was about to ring.Sit in the back of the classroom.

Friday was coming soon, and there was another Care of Magical Creatures class in the afternoon, and Professor Umbridge was standing beside Professor Graplan, holding her clipboard, waiting for them.

"You don't usually teach this class, do you?" Ann and Fanny walked in to hear Umbridge ask.

"Exactly," said Professor Graplan, standing on tiptoe with his hands behind his back, "I am a substitute teacher, temporarily replacing Professor Hagrid."

"Well," said Professor Umbridge, lowering his voice, "I don't understand—the Headmaster seems oddly unwilling to give me any information on the matter, can you tell me what makes Professor Hagrid so Can't come to class for a long time?"

"I'm afraid not," said Professor Graplan briskly. "I don't know any more than you do. I just got a letter from Dumbledore, sent by owl, asking if I'd like to teach for two weeks. I accepted." .That's all I know. Okay? May I start?"

"Okay, let's get started," said Professor Umbridge, scribbling on his clipboard.

Umbridge takes a different approach to this class, as she walks among her classmates and asks them about magical creatures.

"Overall, as a substitute teacher, I think you might say, you're an objective outsider. What do you think of Hogwarts? Do you feel you're getting enough support from the school's administrators ?"

"Oh, yes, Dumbledore is excellent," said Professor Graplan sincerely. "I'm very satisfied with the way the school is run here, very satisfied indeed."

Suspicious but polite, Umbridge made a note on her clipboard before continuing to ask, "What are you going to teach this class this year—assuming, of course, that Professor Hagrid doesn't If you come back?"

"Oh, I'm going to teach them all the animals that are always in the OwLs exams," said Professor Graplan, "there's not much left - they've learned about unicorns and Nifflers, and I think we're still Going to learn from Ponlock and Pussycat, make sure they can spot quacks and thorns, you know?"

"Well, at least you seem to know what you're doing," said Professor Umbridge, clearly ticking the clipboard.

She then asked Gore again: "By the way, I heard that some students were injured in this class?"

Goyle grinned foolishly.Malfoy rushed to answer impatiently. "It was me," he said, "I got scratched by a hippogriff."

"A hippogriff?" said Professor Umbridge, scribbling away on a piece of paper.

"That's just because—" Harry tried to defend himself, but swallowed it.

Professor Umbridge slowly turned his head in Harry's direction, "Oh? What other opinion does Mr. Potter have?" She hadn't locked Harry up for more than a week, and she really wanted to catch him again. Take advantage of a chance.

Harry turned his head away, stared at Ann's back, gritted his teeth and said a few words, "It's nothing—" He always remembered that Ann said he was a brainless and impulsive Gryffindor, and he was not, Thinking of it like this can suppress the fire in his heart a lot.

Ron and Hermione glanced at each other quickly.

"Excellent," said Umbridge lightly, and turned to Professor Graplan. "Thank you very much, Professor Graplan. I don't think I need anything else. You will have it within ten days." The results of your investigation."

"Excellent," said Professor Graplan, and Professor Umbridge started across the grass towards the castle.

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