bacchusnovels Chapter 547 Investigation Results
Chapter 547 Investigation Results
Chapter 543 Investigation Results
Education Order No. 25 does not seem to have much impact on students' lives.
but-
Like the Sword of Damocles that always hangs over one's head, it's even more frightening when it hasn't fallen yet.
neither knows.
Who will be the first sacrifice of Education Decree No. 25?
But life always moves forward.
In this strange atmosphere, the young wizards' lives gradually got back on track.
Hermione spent her time each day preparing lesson plans for Hagrid that he didn't need; Ron worked hard, spending most of his time on Quidditch in an attempt to redeem himself; Harry balanced his time very well.
Where's Sean?
Sean is busy with his big plan.
Sending all the undercover agents to Voldemort's side has one clear advantage:
Every day, different people would pass on intelligence, making Voldemort's movements almost impossible to hide.
It's no exaggeration to say that Sean could even use this information to create a detailed "Voldemort's daily schedule".
The time from going to the toilet and taking a shower to going to bed should not be more than five minutes off.
It must be said that Voldemort had a very regular lifestyle.
He goes to bed at 10 p.m. every night and gets up at 6 a.m., which is not like the routine of a dark wizard at all.
What kind of dark wizard sleeps at night instead of conducting human experiments?
Voldemort single-handedly shattered people's prejudice against dark wizards:
Ordinary dark wizards are active at night, but the greater dark wizards are no different from ordinary people.
"What have you been busy with lately?"
In the Great Hall, Dumbledore made a rare "reappearance" and took the initiative to speak with Sean.
"Find a way to disgust Umbridge."
Sean answered truthfully.
"I don't know what kind of spell Umbridge has cast on Fudge. I've written to Fudge several times to ask him, but he hasn't told me anything—he just says, 'Wait a little longer and you'll find out.'"
"What do you think they want to do?"
Upon hearing the question, Sean looked up at Dumbledore and answered without hesitation.
"I'll kick you out of Hogwarts."
Do you think they will succeed?
"It's hard to say, maybe. But Voldemort is still lurking in the shadows, and even if they're only thinking about their own lives, they wouldn't dare to go too far."
"so--"
"So what?"
"I want to take a break for a while in the coming period."
Why?
Sean suddenly understood Dumbledore's idea: to exchange his departure for Voldemort's voluntary appearance.
However, this is not like Dumbledore's style.
If Dumbledore were to be compared to a familiar figure, it would be Zhuge Liang.
After what happened with Grindelwald, he became exceptionally steady in whatever he did.
Such a risky move is rare.
What does this mean? Perhaps it means—
Dumbledore seemed to have a premonition of his impending death.
This is not surprising: throughout human history, great and outstanding individuals have always possessed a strange ability to foresee their own demise.
This is also the reason why many kings and generals did things in their later years that were incomprehensible to ordinary people and shocked the world.
Moreover—Dumbledore is a wizard.
Faced with Sean's question, Dumbledore remained silent.
Silence is more persuasive than a response.
Just as Sean was secretly grieving for Dumbledore, his formidable adversary, a possibility suddenly occurred to him, sending a chill down his spine.
This old guy—is he faking his death?
Before he died, he dug out all those who were harmful to the wizarding world and wiped them out.
Like things Dumbledore could do.
Thinking of this, Sean looked up at Dumbledore and felt that there was something strange about his originally gentle smile.
No comment. Sean silently began eating the food on his plate.
There are only a few days left until the end of the month.
In his busy life between the "Wizard Killer Club" and the "Umbridge Army," Tonks felt a sense of fulfillment that he hadn't experienced in a long time.
It's not that it's "long gone," I have this feeling every few days.
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But the feeling of being filled up physically is completely different from the feeling of being filled up in life.
Only those who have experienced it firsthand can understand.
However, after a "Wizard Killer Club" event, Tonks caught a glimpse of Susan, the "tool person".
Suddenly, I remembered what I had done last time:
She impersonated Susan and arranged a home visit with her senior.
The time is almost up, and this matter has not been properly resolved—what should we do?
"Professor, you said you want to order from us?"
The Weasley twins looked at the Tonks who had come to see them with surprise, then their faces lit up with undisguised joy, and they excitedly began to sell.
"We have hemorrhage candy here—a quick-acting skip-school candy—"
"besides--
—
"Give us a few of each item," Tonks interrupted them before they could finish speaking.
A major client. This is a major client.
"It just... will take a little time."
George seemed to remember something and said with some difficulty.
"Most of our inventory was supplied to Honey Duke recently, and we had a surplus, but they said they didn't receive the goods, so we need to send a replacement."
"But don't worry."
Fred quickly added.
"Three days. At the latest, it can be delivered to you."
Tonks did the math—three days, about right.
"Sure." While paying, she casually asked, "Do you have popping candy?"
"Popping candy?"
No. But if the customer says so, then we have to have it.
"Yes," George answered decisively.
"Okay, and could you also bring me three packs of popping candy?"
Watching Tonks' departing figure, and glancing at the Galleon in their hands, the Weasley twins had completely forgotten why Tonks had bought their merchandise and popping candy.
Just sell it, who cares about anything else!
Tuesday has arrived.
The Magical Animals Conservation Class.
The era of Grapple is over; now comes Rupert Hagrid, the Hogwarts Game Keeper, one of the students expelled in the last hundred years, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, a giant by blood, and the target of Voldemort's framing!
"We're having class in the Forbidden Forest today."
With just one sentence, people have come to understand Hagrid in a new light and have personally experienced the value of these titles.
"Are you ready?"
"no."
Malfoy curled his lip.
"I don't think going into the forbidden forest is a good idea, especially in this kind of weather."
Snow, heavy snow is falling from the sky.
Visibility is very low.
Hagrid pretended not to hear Malfoy's complaints and continued excitedly, "Now that you're all ready, I'll prepare a new lesson for you."
"I want to show you how these creatures live normally in their natural environment."
"The creature we are about to see is extremely rare."
"How rare is it?" Parvati raised his hand.
"They're so rare that I might be the only person in all of Britain who has tamed them."
Malfoy felt a little scared when he thought about his previous experiences.
"Have you really tamed them?"
"Don't doubt me."
Hagrid said coldly, but the next second, he was questioned by Malfoy.
"So what happened to your face?"
"That's none of your business," Hagrid snapped. "Are you guys even going to class?"
Admittedly, Hagrid is a good expert in magical creatures—but he always falls short as a teacher.
Ten minutes later, the group followed Hagrid into the Forbidden Forest with trepidation.
It's a little scary. Nobody's saying anything.
Hagrid led them to an open area, where he stopped.
Where is it?
Since Cedric didn't die in the Triwizard Tournament, Harry was unable to witness his death.
So—none of these young wizards found a Thestral.
"I feel like something is getting closer to me." Malfoy trembled all over.
Compared to Lucius, Malfoy was very timid.
There doesn't seem to be much improvement over the past few years.
"I see it! I see it!" Neville suddenly shouted.
"What did you see?" Everyone became even more nervous.
"I saw a black horse!" Neville racked his brains, describing what he had seen. "It had a pair of bright white eyes, a dragon-like face, and wings—"
"Anything else—"
"And, and more."
Before the group could finish describing what was happening, a cow in the distance began to disappear inexplicably.
More accurately, it's a process of stripping away.
The meat peeled off the bone and mysteriously disappeared into the air.
"What? What's eating it?!"
"It's Thestral!"
Hagrid excitedly explained.
"There's a large herd of Thestrals around Hogwarts. They live all around you."
Suddenly, everyone panicked again.
"But—rumors say that Thestrals are very unlucky."
After learning that these mysterious creatures were Thestrals, Malfoy seemed much calmer.
Sometimes fear simply comes from the unknown.
"No, no, no, that's just superstition. Thestrals have only ever pulled school carriages all these years. They are very intelligent and very friendly to people."
"But why is it that only Neville can see the Thestrals?"
Hermione raised her hand and suddenly asked.
"Only those who have witnessed death can see the existence of Thestrals."
"Intelligent, ten points for Gryffindor."
Just then, Umbridge arrived.
"Did you receive my notification that I was going to attend the class?"
"Received, I'm glad you found this place. Today's lesson is about Thestrals."
"What did you say?"
"Thestral. A great Thestral. A winged Thestral."
Umbridge looked at Hagrid with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot, watching him patiently instruct him.
"You didn't know Thestrals are on the Ministry of Magic's list of dangerous animals?"
What dangers are there associated with Thestrals?
"You teach Fantastic Beasts yourself, and you're asking me?"
"They won't attack humans randomly as long as you don't provoke them."
This statement is universally applicable.
Even a rabbit will bite when cornered; most creatures will attack when provoked.
But Umbridge wrote in his notebook:
Thestrals — bite —
"Please continue the lesson."
"OK."
The following lessons were not pleasant.
Umbridge began her daily interrogation of students, asking them about their evaluations of the professors.
The Slytherin students were enjoying it.
"What did you think of Professor Hagrid's presentation?"
"I don't quite understand."
"Is the knowledge too advanced for you to understand, or is his speech unclear for you to understand?"
No one wants to admit they're stupid in front of a group of classmates.
Therefore, the answer Umbridge wanted came easily.
"Professor Hagrid spoke in a gruff, fast-paced voice with a Nottingham accent."
This is the worst time Nottingham has ever been smeared.
"We have to pretend we understand him."
This time it wasn't some well-meaning but unsuspecting Slytherin student, but Pansy.
Umbridge wrote these down with satisfaction.
"Does any of you see a Thestral?"
Pansy pointed to Neville, who was watching the Thestrals eat intently, and Umbridge walked over.
"You can see Thestrals, can't you, Longbottom?"
"Who did you see die?"
"I—my grandfather."
"What do you think of Professor Hagrid's choice of Thestrals as teaching material?"
"Hmm...it's alright."
Forgive Neville for speaking frankly, but the way Thestrals ate was so "reckless" that he simply couldn't bring himself to say "very good" against his will.
These materials were enough to fill the parchment in Umbridge.
"You will receive your survey results in a few days."
"Your investigation results will be—"
"Is this the result of my investigation?"
Sean frowned as he looked at the flyer stuck on the office door, then ripped it off.
The text above reads:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Annual Teaching Evaluation Report Evaluated by: Professor of Muggle Studies, Sean Phillips Evaluator: Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary of Magic and Senior Investigator of Hogwarts Dear Professor, After a comprehensive review of your classroom teaching, course content, and student feedback this academic year (in accordance with Education Directive 24, Education Directive 25, and the Muggle Relationship Restriction Act Amendment), I believe it is necessary to provide some constructive feedback on your performance to ensure that our school's curriculum consistently meets the highest standards of the Ministry of Magic.
First, the course content lacks standardization.
According to an anonymous enthusiastic student, your classes frequently featured excessive emphasis on concepts such as "cultural diversity" and "technological innovation" in Muggle society, which seriously deviated from the code of conduct set forth by the Ministry of Magic.
It should be understood that the goal of this subject should be to instill in students the inherent flaws of Muggles and their dependence on the magical world, rather than to encourage students to develop inappropriate empathy for them.
For example, your explanation of the "principles of electricity" failed to mention the superiority of wizards not needing such crude inventions, which is a serious oversight.
Secondly, some student assignments, particularly those with titles that suggest a dangerous degree of liberalism (such as "On the Possibility of Peaceful Coexistence between Muggles and Wizards"), imply the existence of equal cooperation between the two groups. Such statements clearly contradict the Ministry of Magic's current "magic first" policy. I have ordered the relevant assignments to be confiscated and transferred to the review office for further analysis.
A long string of densely packed content.
The following section contains suggestions for improvement and a list of recipients.
Sean didn't have the patience to read to the end and threw the investigation report into the fireplace as fuel.
Improvements? What a load of rubbish.