HP meets at Hogwarts

Chapter 121 Education Order No. 24

Out of the door of the bar, Ann was caught by the sun. The difference between the outside and the inside of the bar was too great. The autumn sun completely showed its face, and the sun was shining on the stone path. For a while, it seemed that the sign of the Pig's Head Bar was not so good. Horror.

Ann felt better for a while, but the most urgent task was to return to the castle calmly.She tightened her hood again, followed the path, turned a corner, and walked into a necessary alley leading to the main road.

But then she froze, because in the middle of the alley, Hermione was standing alone, and when she saw herself, she gave a smile that I knew was just that.

An subconsciously took a step back, and when she was about to turn around and leave, she felt that it was not good for her to act too guilty.

Ann hesitated, and Hermione ran up to Ann at a high speed, and shouted happily, "Ann—"

An who was blocked was extremely embarrassed, but she finally struggled a bit, "Cough——you recognized the wrong person."

"It's absolutely impossible for me to mistake you—" Hermione said happily, reaching out and taking off Ann's black-rimmed glasses before Ann could react.

What was reflected in the amber eyes was a face full of happiness and joy. Even though her hair was a bit messy, Hermione's smile seemed to be shining. Come, Hermione would be so happy.

"Wow~" Hermione looked at Ann's eyes, then at the black-rimmed glasses with transparent lenses in her hand, and sighed, "Isn't there a color-changing spell cast on these glasses?"

"Uh, um, probably." Ann said.

Hermione reached out and took off the black mask that An was wearing, and An's ears turned red immediately, but Hermione didn't notice it at all, she just held the mask and asked curiously, "Is there any spell cast on this mask? "

"Well, I don't think there's—" said Ann.

Hermione suddenly laughed twice, "Ann, that's why you didn't take a sip of the fire whiskey you ordered at the Pig's Head Bar while wearing a mask?"

"Well, what's so funny about this?" Ann felt puzzled.

Hermione smiled and shook her head, "Nothing," she said, "I just think you're so inexplicably cute—"

Ann's eyes narrowed.

"This should be the first time that you went into a shop that sells food and drink, but after spending money, you came out without eating or drinking?" Hermione said in a tone that knew Ann very well. .

When Hermione said this, An Yi thought, it seems that this is really the case.

But being told clearly, Ann felt a little guilty, and she quickly changed the subject, "Then what, where are Harry and Ron?"

"I said I was going to visit the Wenrenju quill shop, and asked them to visit Honeydukes first, and they happily went--" said Hermione, as if it would be an easy task to dismiss the two boys thing.

"Uh, okay." Ann immediately changed the subject, "What you said at the Pig's Head Bar was very good and convincing."

This time Hermione wasn't quite as comfortable, and she hesitated for a moment before saying, "Actually, I've been practicing for a long time, but I'm still nervous today, and most of them are here because of Harry, I just—"

"I'm not here because of him—" Ann blurted out, then immediately regretted it, "Well, I mean, the whole thing wouldn't exist without you organizing it, right? Ha Rick wouldn't take the initiative to think of this kind of thing, and you will definitely need to arrange the party after this organization, you have a lot of credit for the whole thing, and you really said very well in the Pig's Head Bar."

Because of Ann's words, Hermione seemed much happier, but then she remembered something, and said with a bitter face, "But how can we find a place where 28 people can practice jinxes?"

"Isn't there a Room of Requirement?" Ann murmured. Didn't she remember that Harry knew about this place?

"What is the Room of Requirement?" Hermione suddenly approached Ann and asked.

"Well, that's?? It's a magical house opposite the tapestry of Barnabas with a troll stick on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle. The house elves at Hogwarts also call it the Come and Go Room." , because this room can only be entered when a person really needs it. It comes and goes, but when it appears, it is always arranged to meet the needs of the seeker." Ann stammered a little.

Hermione's eyes flashed with great interest, "How many people know about it?"

"It should be rare. It is usually found when others need it, but you can't find it anymore because it changes according to your needs. If you don't need it, you can't find it." Ann said.

"Whoa, that's great!" said Hermione excitedly. "That'll get our last problem solved and maybe have our first party tomorrow night!"

Ann frowned, "Hermione."

"Huh?" Hermione looked at Ann.

"You know Umbridge won't let you do something like this secretly, do you?" Ann said.

"She's not going to be very happy about it," Hermione said with a smile, "but I've read the school rules three times, and we haven't deviated."

Ann shook her head, "I'm not referring to the school rules, you know, she is now a senior investigator sent by the Ministry of Magic to Hogwarts, it's good to have a party at the Pig's Head Bar, but the possibility of being known by her is not impossible , if anyone tipped her off—”

"We'll find out!" said Hermione suddenly, confidently. "I put a spell on the signed parchment. If anyone tells, they'll regret it."

Ann raised her eyebrows, "Wow, Hermione, you've improved—"

Hermione's face flushed red.

At this time, the clock tower chimed "Dang Dang Dang..." in the square of Hogsmeade Village, and it was already 11 o'clock in the morning.

"Well, I have to go back to the castle—" Ann glanced at her watch, and then at the glasses and mask in Hermione's hand.

Hermione handed the glasses and mask to Ann, "Ann, you didn't come through Filch this morning, did you? I didn't see you at the time."

"Uh, um—" Ann replied awkwardly. She suddenly remembered that Fanny was still kept in the dark by her, and she felt guilty for a while.

"Thank you, Ann." Hermione suddenly leaned closer and kissed Ann on the cheek, then said goodbye and ran out of the alley.

Ann didn't realize what happened for a while, but it didn't stop her from blushing.After a while, she put on her glasses and mask and walked out of the alley. She came to the back door of Honeydukes Candy Store quickly and unobtrusively, knocked on the door and walked in.

It was another hour or so away, but An inexplicably felt a warm place in her heart. When she stood in the empty corridor on the fourth floor, there was still a smile on her face that she didn't realize.

It seems good to satisfy curiosity once in a while, and Hermione really knows herself well, so she tacitly didn't mention the matter of entering the whole process.On the one hand, thinking this way, on the other hand, Ann still felt guilty, especially after meeting Fanny at the entrance of the restaurant.

In the past, Fanny firmly supported Ann to be brave, but after Ann said a lot of her heart last time, Fanny never expressed her opinions on the relationship between Hermione and Ann, but her current behavior is not in harmony with what she thinks in her head Unification, to use a saying from a previous life, is "the mouth says no, but the body is very honest."

On the one hand, this feeling gave An a kind of quiet joy, on the other hand, there was a lot of panic and fear in An's heart. If it really mattered, it would be impossible for her to withdraw from the final battle. Moreover, she also hides a huge secret. Even in the magical world, there are very few people who would believe it, not to mention Hermione who pays attention to logic and facts in everything. Sometimes the more you understand Hermione, An became more and more afraid.

Various emotions were tumbling and intertwined, and An's joyful mood quickly disappeared.

"Did you sleep well this morning?" asked Fanny, when she sat down.

"No, it's just—" Ann pulled a plate of fried crispy steak from the table, "I'm just thinking about some problems that I shouldn't be thinking about."

Fanny shrugged. "Since you shouldn't think, just follow your heart—"

For the rest of the weekend, An went to the library and the greenhouse to finish a lot of homework, and Mo Mo sent a lot of homework assigned by Dinah to An.

The homework is complicated and takes a lot of time, so that Ann didn't know that there was another education order No. [-] until after breakfast on Monday.

Hogwarts High Inquisitor Order

All student organizations, associations, teams and clubs are hereby dissolved.Organizations, associations, teams, and clubs are hereby defined to mean regular gatherings of three or more students.Reconstruction can be requested from the High Inquisitor (Professor Umbridge).No student organizations, associations, teams and clubs shall exist without the approval of the Senior Inquisitor.

If a student is found to have formed or joined any organization, association, team or club without the approval of the Senior Investigating Officer.Immediate dismissal.

The above regulations are in line with "No.20 No. [-] Education Order".

Signed: Senior Investigator Dolores Jane Umbridge

When Fanny pointed to the notice for Ann to see, Ann raised her eyebrows. It seemed that there were people from the Ministry of Magic in the Pig's Head Bar.

Potions class was in the morning, but the atmosphere in this Potions class was not very good, because Umbridge was sitting in a corner of the dungeon.

"You'll see," said Snape in his low, sarcastic tone, "that we have a guest today."

"Continue to prepare the enhancer today, and you will see the mixture left over from the last class. If you mix it correctly, it should be ready after the weekend. The operation method—" He waved his wand again, "on the blackboard. Go." Professor Umbridge had spent the first half hour taking notes in a corner.

And then she got up and walked across the two rows of desks towards Snape, who was leaning over Dean Thomas' cauldron.

"Well, the class seems to be getting pretty advanced," she said briskly, pointing at Snape's back, "but I doubt it's advisable to teach them potions like Enhancers. I think the Ministry will want to remove it from deleted from the course."

Snape straightened up slowly, turned around and looked at her with an unkind expression.

"Now? How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?" she asked, quill ready to write on the clipboard.

"14 years." Snape's expression was unfathomable.

"You applied to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts first, didn't you?" Professor Umbridge asked Snape.

"Yes." Snape whispered.

"But didn't apply?"

Snape pursed his lips.

"Obvious."

Professor Umbridge was scribbling on his clipboard.

"You've applied to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts many times since you came to school, haven't you?"

"Yes," Snape murmured, his lips barely moving, and he looked annoyed.

"Do you know why Dumbledore keeps refusing to use you?" Umbridge asked.

"I suggest you ask him," Snape replied stiffly.

"I will," said Professor Umbridge, smiling.

"Does it matter?" Snape asked, his dark eyes narrowed.

"Yes," said Professor Umbridge, "the Department would like to know all about the teachers', er, backgrounds."

Umbridge turned away, came to Pansy's side, and started asking about the class.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, An handed in the potion that had been made, and then took out a stack of parchment from her school bag and read it as she walked. It was the Roland family's Far East trade records in the first quarter of this year. Weekly browse and submit a relevant report.

Only when she was eating at noon did An put the data report in her school bag, but she quickly finished her meal and took out the data report again.

Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon was another boring reading time in the afternoon. An opened the book "Defense Against Magic Theory". In fact, all he could think about was how to draft the report.

The time passed quickly, and as soon as the get out of class bell rang, Umbridge asked another Slytherin student to stay, but Ping An ignored it, but took out the data report and read it while walking.

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