bacchusnovels Chapter 539 Don't Move
Chapter 539 Don't Move
Chapter 535 Don't Move
McGonagall was completely unconcerned about Umbridge's embarrassment.
"As I explained in my previous lessons, the Vanishing Charm becomes increasingly difficult as the animals it requires to vanish become more complex. Snails are invertebrates, so they aren't very challenging, but mice are mammals, which makes the task much more demanding."
"The reason is that a rat's nervous system is more complex than a snail's, and the Vanishing Charm needs to ensure that it doesn't cause too much interference with its internal mechanisms. Otherwise, it might also experience abnormalities during the vanishing process."
"Now I need you to try it according to my instructions."
Umbridge kept his head down, scribbling and drawing in his seat.
This is perhaps inextricably linked to the large amount of parchment she brought with her.
There's no end to the evaluations of Professor McGonagall.
As get out of class was about to end, all the students had left, and Umbridge walked towards the podium.
How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?
"I can't remember, it's been almost a hundred years."
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"Great, you will receive feedback on your course within ten days."
"I can't wait."
Professor McGonagall snorted, packed her personal belongings from the table into her bag, and walked out.
The clash between Umbridge and Snape is also one of the most anticipated highlights.
That day, two minutes after the Defense Against the Dark Arts class had already started, Umbridge walked into the classroom as if no one else was there.
"Sorry, the potions classroom is a bit winding."
Snape didn't say anything, he just glanced at her.
"By the way, I think you received the notification that I'm coming to observe this class, right?"
"I have always had a very high opinion of Potions class."
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This praise did not improve Snape's expression; instead, it made him even more gloomy.
Two minutes later, after Snape repeatedly tried to speak but then stopped himself.
Umbridge returned to his seat.
Snape's furrowed brows finally relaxed.
"Today, the reagent we're going to make is a vitality tonic."
"I have written the specific steps on the blackboard. I hope some students will not pretend they did not see them again."
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In the process, Umbridge's resolve was reinforced that she would never allow these young wizards to engage in dark magic practices.
Look at them!
They've messed up even a simple energy supplement.
How can one guarantee that using a spell won't hurt oneself?
However, on the other hand...
If they are all this stupid, then practicing magic in Defense Against the Dark Arts classes seems to become an irrelevant matter.
Anyway—they have no chance of succeeding, let alone using these spells against them.
I wonder what Hermione would think if she knew what Umbridge was thinking.
However, it must be mentioned that Neville's potion-making skills have improved considerably compared to previous years.
It seems that this change started this semester.
After learning that he had become a prefect, Neville clearly put in a lot of effort in many areas, trying to set a good example.
Although there were many twists and turns, overall there were still quite a few changes.
This may be one of the reasons why Dumbledore chose Neville as prefect.
That evening, a small meeting was held in the Gryffindor common room.
Attendees included the three little ones: Neville, the Weasley twins, and Ginny.
Apart from Neville, the rest of the people can basically be considered "half-members of the Order of the Phoenix".
Of course, Neville is, in some ways, more of a legitimate member of the Weasley family than Hermione.
His parents, wizards of the Order of the Phoenix, suffered a great tragedy in the war against Voldemort.
Neville is considered a "half-orphan," so naturally he has impeccable political credentials.
"I think we have to take some action against Umbridge."
Hermione, as the meeting chair, spoke first.
"What operation? If we use her as experimental material for hemorrhage candy, we'd be happy to do it," Fred stood up and agreed.
He and George were about to graduate, so naturally they had fewer concerns than others.
Furthermore—
Pranking the professor was a challenge they had never faced before.
If they can complete this "feat" before graduation, it will be a perfect ending to their Hogwarts life, so that they won't feel like something is missing when they look back on it in the future.
Hermione glared at him and continued.
"What I mean is, we can't learn anything about defending against dark magic from Umbridge at all."
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"What should we do then?"
"Hmm—I'm thinking, maybe we should find someone else to teach us."
"You're kidding!"
Ron was the first to express his dissatisfaction with the suggestion.
"Isn't this just adding to our burden? Harry and I are already struggling to finish our homework, and on top of Quidditch training, we have to take another course? And it's only been a short time since the start of the semester!"
"But this is much more important than homework!" Hermione retorted.
Harry and Ron looked at her in disbelief, and even the Weasley twins were somewhat bewildered.
Is this still Hermione?
How could someone utter such "outrageous" words?
"I don't think there's anything more important in the world than homework!" Ron said.
Then, his incredulous gaze fell upon Ron.
Is this still their silly younger brother who doesn't like to study?
How could you say such insincere words?
"Don't be silly, of course there is."
Hermione interrupted Ron impatiently, her expression becoming quite varied.
"For example, advocating for the rights of the vulnerable."
Sure enough, it's the same old routine.
However, seemingly sensing everyone's impatience, Hermione promptly changed the subject.
"I mean one."
"The situation is so dangerous now, we need to be prepared."
"This school year is the most crucial one for us until we can ensure we can protect ourselves. But what can we do?"
Harry spoke up.
"I think this is a great idea. We can find books on Defense Against the Dark Arts in the library to learn the evil spells, and then—"
No, no, no.
Hermione immediately refused when she heard that she had to read again.
Umbridge's classes were almost destroying her love of reading.
"I think we've moved beyond the stage of learning from books. We need a teacher, someone who can teach us how to use spells and also correct us."
"You mean—"
A figure suddenly popped into everyone's mind.
They were perfectly in sync. Without realizing it, Ginny's expression changed, becoming somewhat nervous, but the others didn't notice.
"No, I wasn't talking about Professor Phillips."
Hermione rejected the suggestion.
To be honest, Sean was the perfect choice for this group of people.
He is a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and also served as their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He is highly skilled in his field and has very close relationships with each of them.
Who else could it be but Professor Phillips?
Several people racked their brains, but they couldn't come up with a suitable candidate.
"Professor Tonks."
Hermione's mind drifted back to her last conversation with Tonks in Sean's office.
It would be inappropriate to approach Sean directly.
Therefore, choosing Tonks directly is also a suitable option.
Moreover, Tonks' profession is a perfect match; he is an Auror and also runs a dueling club.
There was no one more suitable than Sean.
Everyone's eyes lit up, and they realized the key to it.
But—would Professor Tonks agree?
"I'll go talk to Professor Tonks about this," Hermione said decisively, settling the matter.
As the meeting ended, the group returned to their dormitories.
It's getting late, time to go to sleep.
Just as she was leaving, Hermione suddenly saw a letter on the chair.
What letter?
Who was sitting here just now?
It seems to be Ginny?
Hermione, back in her dorm, intended to return the letter to Ginny.
but.
From the outside, Ginny's dorm room lights were already off.
She thought, "I'll give it to her tomorrow when I have another chance."
But by the next day, Hermione still hadn't gotten a suitable opportunity for Ginny.
More accurately, it was the matter of finding Tonks that forced her to forget.
Hermione had spent the last night mentally rehearsing how to ask Tonks for her request.
However, these drafts failed to prove useful at the crucial moment.
In other words, before she could even give a proper reason, Tonks readily agreed to the proposal.
"Very well, I agree."
"That's a great suggestion. It's my responsibility as a professor to help you, isn't it?"
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Hermione gained a new understanding of Tonks' character:
This is a person who clearly distinguishes right from wrong.
After that incident, Hermione's life became even busier, and she forgot all about Ginny's letter.
After several discussions, in order to prevent the news from leaking.
The group decided to spread the news within their small circle and agreed to meet at the Hog's Head pub the following weekend, which was also the opportunity to go to Hogsmeade, to count the number of people who wanted to participate in the "extracurricular class".
Pig Head Bar is known for its appalling environment.
Having lived at Hogwarts for so many years, everyone had long heard of the Hog's Head's "famous" reputation.
However, when I actually went inside, I was still taken aback by the environment inside:
Simply put, Pig Head Bar is a small, dark, and extremely dirty room that reeks of mutton.
Previously, no one understood why Hermione insisted on choosing this place as the meeting location and why she required everyone to wear a hooded jacket. But when they entered the bar and looked around, they finally understood—here, wearing a hood over one's face seemed to be a habit, and everyone used it to cover their face.
There was a man over there at the bar, his entire head wrapped in dirty gray bandages.
the strange thing is.
The man was still able to gulp down a steaming, flaming drink through the gaps in his bandages.
Ron was very curious and couldn't help but keep glancing at him, even wanting to get closer.
But because the man looked too terrifying, they abandoned the plan.
Also, two hooded people were sitting at the table by the window.
If it weren't for their thick Yorkshire accents, people would have thought they were Dementors.
"How many people do you think will come?" Ron asked.
Then she turned her gaze back to the bandaged man.
The bandaged man finished his drink in a few gulps, then tapped his fingertips on the table and quickly got a new one from the bartender.
He wanted to drink too.
"A fiery whiskey, please!"
With that thought in mind, Ron did it. In order not to let the boss know his age, he deliberately lowered his voice under the hood, making it sound hoarse.
"Maybe not many people."
After receiving his whiskey, Ron took a satisfied gulp and then casually answered Hermione's question.
Alcohol has always been known to give people courage.
"Everyone is already busy enough, who would want to add more burdens for themselves?"
"Maybe," Hermione said, though she wasn't entirely confident.
The three of them stared at the clock on the wall, waiting anxiously.
A moment later, the bar door opened.
A harsh ray of sunlight, carrying dust, pierced through the crack in the doorway, dividing the room in two.
Dozens of figures dressed in black robes silently poured in, blocking out the sunlight.
What happened?
The unsuspecting Aberforth and the tavern patrons stared in disbelief at the scene.
Could it be that—
A terrible thought began to creep into their minds.
Fortunately, the first few people who came in lifted their hoods.
Neville, Abbott, and the Weasley twins/Parvati — all familiar faces.
So many people?
"It seems there are still many people at Hogwarts who want to learn."
Ron disagreed with Hermione's words.
He believes that his two older brothers chose to join the organization purely to expand their customer base.
Aberforth felt relieved when he saw that the leader of these people looked like a student.
He put the magic wand that he had just secretly grasped back into the inconspicuous drawer under the bar counter.
Bars have always been places where trouble is easily caused.
Some people will act irrationally after drinking a little alcohol, not to mention that "Pig Head Bar" targets a certain group of customers.
What kind of person? No need to elaborate.
Therefore, being well-prepared seems to be a matter of course.
"Boss, could you give us thirty-six butterbeers?" George walked skillfully to the counter and started taking orders.
This order is naturally split equally (AA), as businessmen never lose money.
A group of people chattered as they pulled out bronze knuckles from their robes and passed them to George in a relay.
Aberforth welcomes business.
Aberforth wasn't very welcoming of big business deals.
Aberforth opened the tavern simply to keep himself occupied, not to actually make a lot of money or exhaust himself.
So when they saw that George had ordered so many drinks, they didn't give him a very friendly look.
However, perhaps Merlin heard his thoughts.
The next second—
The tavern door was suddenly kicked open!
"Don't move, you're surrounded by Aurors! Hands up, stand in a line against the wall!"
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