bacchusnovels Chapter 545 Hagrid's Return
Chapter 545 Hagrid's Return
Chapter 541 Hagrid's Return
"Then our club will be called Umbridge Army."
Thus, Tonks successfully assumed the position of the first commander of Umbridge's army.
In the following meeting, she made it clear that she would dedicate herself to guiding and promoting the students' work on Defense Against the Dark Arts during her tenure, and to providing them with more in-depth and comprehensive magical protection training.
She emphasized that Defense Against the Dark Arts is not only a basic ability for every wizard, but also a life-or-death skill when facing current threats.
Professor Tonks also stated that, under her leadership, Umbridge's Army will build a more robust defense system, ensuring that every student acquires the essential knowledge and skills to deal with the forces of darkness.
She pledged to closely monitor the students' growth and progress, providing them with personalized guidance, and to cultivate not only technical elites, but also a group of wizards with unwavering faith and the courage to resist the forces of darkness.
Lee Jordan, an unofficial reporter for "The Quibbler," will continue to follow up on this!
In the time that followed, Tonks decided to test everyone's spell levels.
She was well aware of the abilities of some of the people involved.
"Practice the disarming spell in pairs. There's still some time, hurry!"
Everyone acted according to the instructions.
Suddenly, the sound of weapons striking echoed through the room.
However—the results were extremely dismal.
The wands, knocked away by the spell, flew wildly, and the spells that missed their mark also flew wildly, crashing into torches and extinguishing them; hitting shelves and sending books flying into the air.
"Headache," Tonks thought to himself.
Apart from a small number of people who had taken classes at her dueling club, most of them used spells that were a mess and couldn't even touch their opponent's weapon; it was more like a staged accident.
It's nothing more than forcing the other party to jump back a few steps by staging an accident.
"Stop—stop!"
Tonks sighed helplessly, feeling for the first time that Dumbledore should give him a raise.
"That's all for this lesson. I'll correct your mistakes one by one at our next assembly."
As she spoke, she took out a bag of coins from her pocket and distributed them.
"See this Galleon? It's fake."
One sentence was enough to break Ron's heart.
"This fake Galleon has numbers on its edge. On genuine Galleons, these are serial numbers, representing anti-counterfeiting features. However, on the fake Galleon, these numbers change constantly, indicating the time of our next class."
"As the numbers change, they tremble and heat up slightly."
"Put it in your pocket and you'll easily feel it—each of you must keep this fake Galleon safe and don't lose it. It's a very troublesome thing to find a school or someone else to make such an alchemy tool."
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This week, besides matters concerning Dumbledore's Army, there's also the upcoming Quidditch season.
The first match was between Hedgehog and Ravenclaw.
This match is receiving extra attention because there were no Quidditch matches last semester.
Therefore, Tonks had to reduce the intensity of the Quidditch training for the group of players in their respective college teams over the next few weeks.
Even so, the changes in these thirty-odd people are still quite obvious.
At least, the disarming spell won't be flying around like it did during the first training session.
To Hermione's delight, Umbridge hadn't caused them any trouble these days, perhaps indicating that her conversation with Ginny that day had been effective.
But to the delight of the other two, Hagrid was back.
Actually, that day was a weekend.
Just as the group was about to go to the auditorium for lunch, they saw wisps of smoke rising from the direction of Hagrid's cabin through the window.
They didn't even have time to eat before running over.
"Hagrid, Hagrid, I know you're home, open the door!"
"I just got back a little while ago, please wait a moment—"
The door opened, revealing Hagrid's large head.
Upon seeing this large head, the three of them were very excited, but—this large head was different from the previous ones.
To be precise, there were blood clots on it.
Yes, Hagrid is injured.
"What's wrong with you?!" Harry exclaimed excitedly.
"It's alright, would you like a cup of tea?"
"A honey lemon black tea, please," Hermione said first.
Hagrid thought for a moment and took a tea bag from the shelf.
"This tea bag was a gift from Phillips last Christmas. I've never liked the taste of honey lemon tea, so it's finally come in handy."
"So, how did you get your wound?" Ron asked.
"You should go to the infirmary and see Madam Pomfrey," Harry added.
"I have my own way of handling this," Hagrid said.
Before the three could react, he walked straight to the huge wooden table in the middle of the hut, lifted the tea towel off the table, revealing a piece of raw, bloody meat, green in color, about the size of an ordinary car tire.
"You're not going to eat this, are you, Hagrid?" Ron leaned closer to take a look. "It looks poisonous."
"That's what it looks like; it's dragon meat," Hagrid said. "I don't intend to eat it."
He picked up the piece of dragon meat and applied it to his left cheek. Green blood dripped onto his beard, and he hummed with satisfaction, "Feeling better. It has an analgesic effect."
"Can you tell us what happened to you?" Harry asked.
"No, Harry, this is top secret—I can't tell you, not even my job could replace this responsibility."
"Was it a giant who hit you, Hagrid?" Hermione asked softly.
Hagrid loosened his grip, and the dragon meat slid down to his chest.
"A giant?" Hagrid caught the dragon flesh before it slid down his belt and slapped it back onto his face. "Who said it was a giant? Who did you talk to? Who told you—who said I—huh?"
"We guessed," Hermione said apologetically.
"Oh, you guessed, didn't you?" Hagrid scrutinized her sternly with the eye that wasn't covered by dragon flesh.
"Pretty obvious," Ron said, and Harry nodded.
Hagrid glared at them, then snorted, tossed the dragon meat back onto the table, and walked over to the gurgling kettle.
"I've never seen kids your age know so much that they shouldn't," he muttered, splashing boiling water into three bucket-shaped cups. "I'm not complimenting you. Some people call this being nosy. Meddling."
But his beard was trembling.
"You went to see the giants?" Harry asked with a smile, sitting down at the table.
Hagrid placed teacups in front of everyone, sat down, and then put the dragon meat back on his face.
"Yeah, I went," he muttered.
In Hagrid's narration, the story of a giant and a group of giants is told in detail.
However, this happened halfway through the story.
The relaxed atmosphere inside the room became tense due to a sudden knock on the door.
A short, stout figure peeked through the curtains.
To be honest, this scene is terrifying.
Such scenes can be seen in classic horror movies such as The Shining.
Simply replace the ghost with Umbridge.
"Let's find somewhere to hide!"
Why are you hiding?
Yes, why hide? Neither the Ministry of Magic's laws nor Hogwarts' school rules and regulations prohibit students from coming to Hagrid's hut during their free time on weekends.
"For your own good, let's hide our cups!"
As they spoke, Harry, Ron, and Hermione quickly found places to hide.
Hermione chose to hide under the bed, while Ron and Harry chose to hide in the bottom of the cupboard.
Fortunately, everything inside Hagrid's cabin was several times larger than outside, which allowed three people to hide in the small room without it seeming out of place.
The reason for hiding was, as Harry said, "for Hagrid's own good."
The three were well aware of their own limitations—once Umbridge found out about Hagrid's relationship with them, given their already established reputation as "troublemakers" in Umbridge's eyes, the difficulties Hagrid would face were predictable.
In particular, Hagrid missed nearly two months of classes.
"You're Hagrid, aren't you?"
Umbridge stood in the doorway, casually surveying the interior of Hagrid's hut.
Evaluation: Poor and stingy.
Before Hagrid could speak, Umbridge walked in on her own.
"Uh, who are you?" Hagrid asked, looking confused.
To be honest, he had never met Umbridge before, and he didn't understand why this woman acted as if she were back home as soon as she arrived.
Evaluation: Lack of manners.
"My name is Dolores Umbridge."
"Dolores Umbridge?"
Hagrid finally managed to retrieve the name from his memory.
"I thought you were from the Ministry of Magic—weren't you with Fudge?"
"Yes, I am the Senior Deputy Minister for Magic. I am also an instructor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"You're very brave," Hagrid exclaimed sincerely. "There aren't many people willing to teach this course these days."
Hagrid spoke very sincerely, but Umbridge still ignored him.
He is still a senior investigator at Hogwarts.
"What is that?" Hagrid frowned.
"That's exactly what I wanted to ask. I heard voices coming from the small room outside the main room. Could you tell me?"
"I'm talking to Ya Ya."
Who is Ya Ya?
Manchester.
Villa by the sea.
A group of people are having a meeting here.
The meeting was hosted by the infamous Voldemort.
The list of participants is as follows: Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange, Peter Pettigrew, Antonin Dolohoff, Walton McNeil —
There were about a dozen people, but none of them were Death Eaters.
Every single one of them was a spy carefully selected and sent by Riddle and Sean to be Voldemort's assistant.
There was a time when a Japanese brewery was full of undercover agents.
Voldemort's Death Eaters were even more powerful than the Distillery's.
"You can't even handle this little task I assigned you?!" Voldemort angrily slammed the cup in his hand to the ground.
Everyone immediately knelt down, their bodies trembling.
Even though these people had undergone Riddle's "desensitization" and brain-closure training before arriving, they were still filled with fear when they saw their former boss get angry; it was an indelible mark on their bones.
However, this also made everyone's acting more realistic.
"I, I————"
Voldemort randomly selected a lucky person to deliver the Cruciatus Curse, and in the end, it was Little Star who stepped forward.
"Master, don't be angry."
How can I not be angry?
"The month before last, I asked you to bring over a batch of potion ingredients from France to help me restore my magic, and you lost them. Last month, I spent a lot of money to have them deliver the goods directly to the docks, and you said the Aurors found them. Last week, I had Lucius cooperate with you to retrieve the goods—and look what you brought back?!"
Following the direction of Voldemort's trembling arm, several wooden crates were placed in the center of the reception room.
The box was opened halfway, and inside was—a batch of candy.
For some reason, Bella felt like laughing.
However—she was professionally trained and wouldn't normally laugh in such situations.
"Master, this isn't our fault—"
Peter decided to stand up for himself and said with a pitiful expression.
"Who knew that the people from Honey Duke's store were also picking up goods at that dock that day—it's already strange enough that a candy store would be mysteriously picking up goods at the dock in the middle of the night—but they even used a black box for transportation, so it's normal that we mistook them for each other."
"Do you think I'd believe that?!"
Voldemort grew increasingly angry.
"You think this absurd explanation, making a candy store delivery all this mysterious, can convince me?!"
"These candies are different."
"What's the difference between a few candies!"
Another Cruciatus Curse was unleashed. Amidst the wails—
Voldemort suddenly turned to look at Lucius and asked in a sinister tone.
"What did Fudge say?"
Lucius looked troubled, and Voldemort got his answer.
"What? Is he still thinking of dragging this out?"
"Yes, that's right. I've tried to subtly suggest things like 'surrender' to him several times, but he's always brushed it off."
"hehe."
Voldemort chuckled.
"This good-for-nothing always tries to bury his head in the ground and act like a quail, thinking that anything will happen that way."
"Let him deceive himself for a few more days."
"The day we're ready will be the day of the showdown."
"At that point, how he chooses to proceed will probably be out of his hands."
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Even after everyone had left, Voldemort's anger had not subsided.
After scanning his surroundings, his gaze settled on the candy on the table.
Want to try some?
Voldemort's expression changed drastically the moment the candy entered his mouth.
not good!
There's something wrong with this candy!
On the bottom of the box, in an inconspicuous place, was written: "Honey Duke Candy, exclusively supplied to Weasley's Prank Shop."
Now, Voldemort finally understood why this batch of candy was delivered so discreetly at night.
If the Ministry of Magic discovers the existence of this candy...
They might think that the creator of this candy is also one of the Death Eaters.
However, this realization came too late.
All I saw was —