bacchusnovels Chapter 544 Umbridge's Army
Chapter 544 Umbridge's Army
Chapter 540 Umbridge's Army
Hermione sat quietly in the common room, seemingly waiting for something.
The common room was unusually quiet today because the Weasley twins were away at Quidditch practice.
Only a few young wizards were doing their homework, either by the window or by the fireplace.
This is what a public lounge should look like, not one shrouded in money, buying and selling, and drug trials.
Hermione thought with satisfaction.
Many people like rainy days.
The harsher the environment, the more humans living in warm environments can feel the meaning of survival.
Of course, this also has something to do with psychology.
Extreme weather often has a strong visual impact, providing humans with an immersive sensory stimulation and a sense of "being there," thus satisfying humans' psychological need to control uncertainty.
This is not a strange thing.
In the thousands of years since humans truly became human on this planet, everything that has happened can be traced back to its origins and found to have a theoretical basis.
However, none of these are the reasons why Hermione is sitting here.
If you really want to be like a detective and carefully observe Hermione's posture and her surroundings, you can spot an item at a glance.
a letter.
It was in her hand. It was Ginny's letter. Was she waiting for Ginny?
Five minutes later, the answer was revealed.
The door to the common room opened, and Ginny came out and walked straight toward the dormitory.
"Ginny!" Hermione called out to her.
As expected—I guessed right.
Hermione was here because of that letter, and also to eliminate all "potential threats" before formally training in Defense Against the Dark Arts.
It wouldn't do for Professor Tonks to kindly decide to teach them.
The news leaked the very next day, and they, along with Professor Tonks, were all taken down by that guy Umbridge, right?
Upon hearing Hermione's voice, Ginny stopped in her tracks.
"Hermione, what's wrong?"
Her gaze suddenly fell on Hermione's hands, and her heart tightened.
With such keen observation skills, if the letter wasn't hers, then she definitely has the potential to become a detective.
"I'd like to talk to you about this," Hermione said, waving the letter in her hand.
"Uh, uh—" Ginny's face turned bright red, and she stammered, unable to speak.
"Let's find another place; it's not convenient to talk here."
Hermione has already made the decision for Ginny.
In the locker room, Ron had returned to reality.
"You have to tell all this to someone, like Dumbledore, or Professor Phillips."
"Dumbledore?"
Harry shook his head and thought for a moment.
"I'll talk to Professor Phillips about this when I have some free time in the next few days. As for Dumbledore—"
I haven't seen him in a long time.
The two walked silently along the muddy meadow.
Until they returned to the common lounge.
The common room was empty. Hermione seemed to have been asleep for a while, and Crookshanks was curled up in a chair, fast asleep.
This made Harry very fortunate.
If Hermione were here and heard about his scars, she would definitely interrogate him relentlessly.
Harry and Ron took a quick shower and then did their homework by the fireplace.
A moment later, the door to the common room opened.
Wrong? Hermione and Ginny.
Didn't they go to rest?
Half an hour ago.
The long corridor before us grew increasingly dark, like a giant beast with its mouth open.
Where are we going? Could it be—hermione is going to hand her over directly to Professor Tonks? Or perhaps—Dumbledore, Professor Phillips? Or maybe—
Ginny trembled at the thought of these speculations.
"Hermione, where are we going?"
"arrive."
Hermione stopped in front of a portrait and then pushed open the chopping board inside.
"Where am I?"
Ginny was stunned by the luxurious scene before her.
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"Prefect, take off your clothes in the bathroom. Let's have a good chat while soaking in the bath."
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There are three reasons why I chose to talk to Ginny here.
Firstly, taking a bath can lower a person's guard and help calm their emotions.
Secondly, it's secluded enough that you won't be disturbed.
Thirdly, being naked in the bath can effectively prevent the conversation between two people from being recorded by something.
This is also why many politicians choose to discuss certain matters at bathhouses.
Ginny remained standing there, her cheeks slightly flushed, her expression hesitant.
"Hurry up," Hermione urged. "The hot water here has a calming effect. There's nothing more refreshing than taking a hot bath in this kind of weather."
Ginny hesitated for a moment, then slowly unbuttoned her school uniform.
The silky fabric slid down her graceful body curves and fell to the ground, piling up in a deep red fold on the tiles.
The two girls, naked, faced each other and simultaneously began to scrutinize each other's bodies.
We've been best friends for years, but we've never compared each other's figures so directly.
To their surprise, apart from some minor differences, the two were remarkably similar.
Their fair skin shimmered like pearls under the light, their chests were perky and full, their waists were slender and delicate, and their flat stomachs were free of any excess fat, showing that they both had good exercise habits.
However, upon closer inspection, subtle differences become apparent—Ginny's figure is fuller and rounder, especially her rounded buttocks, which are firm and plump like ripe peaches. Hermione, on the other hand, appears more slender and proportionate, with a more defined and elongated hip line.
The two girls' gazes involuntarily drifted over each other, and a slight blush rose on their faces.
"Go in."
With that, Hermione slid into the water first and patted the spot next to her.
Ginny gritted her teeth and carefully went inside. The warm water instantly enveloped her, soothing her trembling body.
The two remained silent for a moment, only the sound of the water gently rippling in the bath could be heard.
"Ginny, I know you're hiding something from everyone," Hermione said.
Ginny froze, and the water trembled slightly.
"I—I didn't—" she instinctively tried to refute.
"Don't rush to deny it," Hermione interrupted her. "You've been acting really strange lately. Especially—after receiving this letter."
She paused, staring into Ginny's eyes.
"And that time when everyone gathered at the Pig's Head Bar."
Ginny bit her lower lip, looking like she was about to cry.
"We're friends, not interrogating you," Hermione said, softening her tone. "I just want to help you."
You know, if you continue to shoulder this alone, not only will you get into trouble, but you might also drag others down with you.
Ginny took a trembling breath and whispered.
"Hermione, I—I don't know how to start—"
"Then let's take it slow," Hermione said softly. "We have plenty of time."
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"The whole thing started with that letter."
"That letter you have, Percy told me I could secretly investigate Professor Phillips."
"later--
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"Umbridge has found me."
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The more Hermione listened, the more nervous she became.
This was completely beyond her expectations—she meant that if Ginny told Umbridge about her relationship with Professor Phillips, they would likely face a catastrophe.
More accurately, it is a "judgment" from a moral standpoint.
"So, you told Umbridge about Professor Phillips?" Hermione asked nervously.
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"No." Ginny shook her head, a hint of anger rising from being falsely accused (especially by someone she trusted who didn't trust her). "How could I possibly do such a thing!"
"What happened at the Pig's Head Bar?" Hermione asked.
Ginny shook her head. "I don't know either."
Looking into Ginny's sincere eyes, Hermione was momentarily unsure whether she was telling the truth or not.
However—this conversation was still effective.
If Ginny really has a problem, this reprimand will extinguish any inappropriate thoughts she might have.
However, this kind of thing was in Ginny's hands.
Ultimately, it's a weakness we can use against us. What should we do?
Moreover, on the other hand, giving them a warning is only a temporary measure. How can we guarantee that Ginny won't betray them later?
However, it would be great if things really were as Ginny said.
According to Ginny, when Umbridge approached her, she firmly refused him.
But—would Umbridge really give up so easily?
Complex interpersonal relationships, interpersonal communication, and the human heart—these issues are far more difficult than the spells in textbooks. Even Hermione, who is generally considered "intelligent," couldn't figure out the intricacies involved.
Since things have come to this, let's take a bath first.
Three days later.
The day I had promised to meet with Tonks finally arrived.
That morning, Hermione asked Ron and Harry to go find the people who had signed autographs at the Hog's Head and inform them of the evening's meeting.
More than 30 people replied "received" in less than two hours.
The efficiency is impressive.
At 7:30, the three children headed towards the place Professor Tonks had indicated and successfully reached the eighth-floor corridor.
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In front of the huge tapestry depicting Banaba trying to teach a troll to dance ballet.
"We're here." Hermione looked at the tapestry and said softly, "Professor Tonks said we need to concentrate on what we need, and then walk back and forth across this wall three times."
Following this advice, the three began to act.
First, they walked to the other end of the corridor, and then started to turn back from the other end.
We need a place to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts.
After repeating this three times, a door suddenly appeared on the wall.
Isn't that amazing?
After pushing open the door, there was an unusually spacious room inside, with torches lit.
At the very back of the room was a row of bookshelves.
"Common Spells and Countermeasures" — "Outwitting Black Magic" — "A Collection of Self-Destruct Spells" — "A Collection of Fighting Poison with Poison"
Hermione was overjoyed by the existence of these books.
A moment later, a soft knock sounded on the door, and Harry turned around to look.
The Weasley twins, Ginny, Neville, and the Gryffindors have arrived.
"Wow—that's amazing!"
As soon as he entered the house, George began to sigh.
"By the way, Fred, didn't we sneak out here again to avoid Filch at night? Back then—"
This house doesn't look like this at all.
Then, more people arrived.
Within fifteen minutes, more than thirty people arrived at the room in several groups.
The last one to enter was Professor Tonks.
The young wizards who hadn't received the "insider information" were quite surprised to see Professor Tonks there.
Besides surprise, there was also delight.
They were still wondering who had the ability and qualifications to teach them Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Now—you don't need to worry about that anymore.
"This is where we will be training Defense Against the Dark Arts for the rest of the semester."
"This room is called the Room of Requirement."
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"Now, we need to give this club a name—something like the Duel Club, even though it's disbanded but still alive in another way—I mean, if you're interested in dueling, you can join the Wizard Slayer Club."
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Several hands were raised.
The relationship between the Wizard Killers Club and this club is equivalent to that between a beginner and an advanced player.
The former has no application requirements; any young wizard can apply.
The latter is exclusively for these fifth-year wizards, and its content includes not only dueling but also a lot of Defense Against the Dark Arts, not only aligning with the scope of the O.W.L. exams but also containing a great deal of Auror practical content.
"What name do you think would be good?" Tonks asked.
"The name should ideally be one that doesn't reveal what we're doing, and one that we can safely mention in public," Hermione said.
"The Weasley Prank Shop?" George raised his hand.
Fred readily agreed with George's suggestion, while the others frowned.
"I think it's inappropriate," said a young Hufflepuff wizard.
"Why is it wrong?" George frowned.
"I don't know," the little Hufflepuff said, unable to explain why.
"Let's call it—the Umbridge Army," Neville suddenly suggested.
His words silenced the room for a few seconds. Everyone stared wide-eyed, turning to look at him in disbelief.
"Do you know what you're saying?" Ron said.
For a moment, he thought Neville's "occasional absent-mindedness" had reappeared.
"Please don't mind it, just pretend you didn't hear it."
However, Tonks and Hermione's eyes lit up.
It sounds absurd, but upon closer inspection—it has a deeper meaning.
Fudge and Umbridge were always afraid of Dumbledore, weren't they?
They feared that Dumbledore would organize the students to develop their power and then overthrow the Ministry of Magic.
What if we switched the names of Umbridge and Dumbledore?
It might not necessarily sow discord between Fudge and Umbridge, but if this were ever discovered, it would certainly be a good thing to disgust Umbridge.
"Then our club will be called Umbridge Army."
After expressing his thoughts, Tonks decisively threw out a sentence.
"Who agrees? Who disagrees?"
Silence fell over the surroundings; no one objected, especially the Gryffindors, who all raised their hands in unison to approve.
Among those present were quite a few people who enjoyed themselves.
The thought of Umbridge's already ugly face turning ashen when he finds out that a secret organization called "Umbridge's Army" has sprung up in Hogwarts makes everyone secretly gloat and eagerly anticipate that day.