novelcrest Chapter 541 The Wizard Killer Club
Chapter 541 The Wizard Killer Club
Chapter 537 The Wizard Killer Club
"What's wrong with you?"
Seeing Susan like this, Sean was somewhat confused.
Could it be that Amelia wanted Susan to pass on a message to him, but the other party was too afraid to speak up?
It seems that this is the only possibility.
"Miss Burns, don't be nervous."
"Mrs. Burns sent you to deliver a message, didn't she? No rush, speak slowly."
Hearing Sean's words, Tonks was overjoyed.
Sure enough—the senior mistook him for Susan.
So what's next?
Things have progressed quite smoothly at this point, somewhat unexpectedly.
Tonks' plan had no next steps in mind.
You'll have to improvise.
"Amelia, my aunt said..."
"What did you say?"
"She said she'd like you to come over for a meal at her house at the end of the month; she needs to talk to you about something."
After saying this, Tonks quickly lowered his head, his face turning bright red.
This is how Susan should behave, and it's also a sign of her nervousness.
That was close, I almost let it slip.
"I see."
Sean nodded thoughtfully, then smiled and said to Tonks.
"Okay, I understand. Please relay this to Director Burns. If I have time—I will go."
Even after leaving Sean's office, Tonks' heart was still pounding.
It felt like I was floating on a cloud, unable to come down.
It was that easy—you succeeded?
Did the senior have no doubts?
Just as the senior student said:
With enough effort, anything is possible.
Wasn't the purpose of imitating so many people and training with senior students to improve my imitation skills?
Your actions just now undoubtedly received the best affirmation!
The senior's training was indeed effective; it was worth it.
However, another problem soon caught Tonks's attention.
She impersonated Susan and extended an invitation to the senior.
What should I do about this? Should I go back and explain to my senior?
I don't really want to explain.
Since we've finally succeeded, I want to see how my senior is kept in the dark all this time. Wouldn't it be even more interesting to see the astonished look on his face when the time is right?
What if the senior student really goes to visit Amelia Borns at the end of the month?
If she remembered correctly, the senior student just said "if there's time."
Why not just find an opportunity to pester her senior at the end of this month? Sure enough—she's so clever!
That night, Tonks carried this joyful feeling to the battlefield.
It's rare that he managed a draw with Sean.
Tonight's MVP is—Tonks.
The next day, when the three little ones came to the common room from their respective dorm rooms.
A group of young wizards were gathered around the bulletin board, whispering amongst themselves, seemingly discussing something.
Take a closer look.
They found a large notice posted on it.
This notice completely covered the original content of the bulletin board, such as the list of auctions for second-hand spellbooks, Argus Filch's regular reminders of school rules, the Quidditch team's training schedule, notes for exchanging Wizard Killer cards, the Weasley brothers' new GG for experimentation, and even lost and found items.
The new notice was printed in bold black letters, with a very formal-looking seal at the bottom and a neat, cursive signature next to it.
The Hogwarts Senior Investigator ordered the dissolution of all student organizations, associations, teams, and clubs.
Hereinafter, an organization, association, team, group, and club are defined as a regular assembly of three or more students.
You can request a reorganization from the senior investigator (Professor Umbridge).
No student organizations, associations, teams, or clubs may exist without the approval of a senior investigator.
If any student is found to have formed or participated in any organization, association, team, or club without the approval of a senior investigator, they will be expelled immediately.
The above regulations are in accordance with Education Order No. 24.
Senior Investigator Dolores Jane Umbridge and the others exchanged glances, looking bewildered.
really-
Umbridge learned about what happened at the Pig's Head bar yesterday and took action against them.
Could it be a coincidence? How could that be?
"What do we do?" Harry asked Hermione in a low voice.
While the three of them were standing at the bulletin board, the younger wizards nearby had already left or dispersed.
Being with Hermione made them feel a strange pressure, much like the feeling of standing next to Professor McGonagall.
Trust them, nobody likes this feeling.
"We still need to do this."
Hermione said firmly.
"Let's go see what others think, and see if all the colleges have posted this notice?"
It turned out that the signs were posted wherever people passed by Hogwarts.
According to the Slytherin students in the Great Hall, even Snape's Potions classroom was not spared.
"What should we do?"
Before the three of them could even settle into their seats at the Gryffindor table, a group of people rushed over.
It's Neville and the Weasleys.
Do you think she knows?
The same question has been raised again.
The twins acted as lookouts in the crowd, standing on the perimeter and constantly scanning the entire auditorium to prevent professors or other unrelated people from getting close.
Ernie and some of Ravenclaw's students came over.
They stopped him with their eyes.
The fact that so many people from different colleges are gathered here only makes the whole thing seem more suspicious.
Angelina ran over.
"Harry! Ron!"
"What's wrong?"
"Haven't you two noticed a serious problem? That Umbridge guy, did he include the Quidditch team in that? If we want to continue playing Quidditch, we'll have to go back to her and reapply!"
"What's going on?"
"That's impossible!"
Harry and Ron screamed at each other, one after the other.
Even the Weasley twins, who were on guard nearby, were drawn to the two screams.
"What's wrong?"
"The Quidditch team is disbanding."
"It clearly states that all organizations must be disbanded. Harry, Ron, Hermione, as captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, I implore you three not to oppose Umbridge, or we won't be able to compete this term!"
Under the threat of power, the first defector emerged.
In this extremely tense and awkward moment, Neville suddenly scratched his head and asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Didn't the Quidditch team disband? Why are you still using the title of Quidditch team captain?"
George wanted to laugh, but Fred covered his mouth first.
This semester, Neville has changed a lot; this is the umpteenth time they've made this remark.
Who would have thought that the boy who could forget even the common room password and was forced to sleep on the floor in the hallway would one day become a Gryffindor prefect?
Is it really because he doesn't understand that he asked that question? Perhaps.
But it seems more like an attempt to help three classmates alleviate the "moral blackmail" they were being subjected to.
As for who Angelina is?
He's not on the Quidditch team, sorry, I really don't know him.
Upon hearing Nave's words, Angelina was stunned for a moment, then her face turned very pale, as if she was about to cry at any moment.
She didn't know if Neville was genuinely clueless or just being sarcastic.
"Don't worry, Angelina, we'll figure something out." Hermione finally reassured Angelina.
Angelina looked at Hermes and nodded gratefully before leaving.
"So one"
"What should we do?"
This is the third time this question has been raised, after a series of interruptions.
"We will proceed as planned. If there are any changes, I will notify you."
Hermione ultimately stuck to her initial idea.
Such important matters always require some time to consider. And, for some reason, she always felt something was off. It was as if Umbridge knew all their plans all along, always anticipating their actions.
Could it be that Umbridge can foresee the future?
It's not entirely impossible; as the Deputy Minister of Magic, Umbridge has every right to use the Time-Turner.
However, according to the laws of time...
Is such behavior really possible?
While organizing her books for the next History of Magic class in her dorm room, Hermione found Ginny's letter in her bag.
I almost forgot to return it to her.
But considering Ginny's somewhat unusual behavior lately—should we open it and take a look?
"We mentioned the War of Giants last time."
"The impact of the War of Giants was unprecedented in the entire wizarding world, not only changing the way wizards waged war, but also profoundly affecting the social structure."
"Many wizarding families declined because of war, and rose because of war."
"...
Professor Binns' voice still sounded as dull as ever.
It's worth mentioning that Professor Binns' History of Magic course was the only course Umbridge did not attend.
Perhaps it was because it was tedious, or perhaps it was because of Professor Binns's special status.
The living can never do anything to the dead—the Ministry of Magic can't afford to mess with a ghost who is dedicated to his post.
Hedwig arrived halfway through the class.
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He stood by the window, peering longingly inside, a letter dangling from his leg.
Harry noticed this after many reminders from Bronzebeard.
Then he crouched down quietly, slipped to the window, opened it, and let Hedwig in.
Unexpectedly, Hedwig was injured.
After asking Professor Binns for leave, Harry secretly took Hedwig out of the classroom.
Who can help him and Hedwig?
Hagrid. But Hagrid isn't here.
Professor Glapland was the only person left with a relevant degree.
On his way to Professor Grapland's office, Harry encountered the last person he wanted to see.
Umbridge.
While bending over, he hurriedly stuffed Hedwig into the robe behind him.
"Mr. Potter, what are you doing wandering around here instead of having class?" Umbridge asked.
"I...I'm not feeling well," Harry said.
"Not feeling well?" Umbridge asked with ill intent. "Oh, Mr. Potter, your health has never been very good. It seems that none of the Hogwarts classes are comfortable for you."
"I just ate too much this morning," Harry replied quickly, but in his heart he was thinking that Hedwig's injury had to be treated as soon as possible, and he couldn't let Umbridge see his nervousness.
But things don't always go as planned; the more you try to avoid something, the more likely it is to happen.
Umbridge's gaze suddenly fell on the robes behind Harry, and she narrowed her eyes.
"Mr. Potter, what's behind you?"
Harry swallowed hard, then forced himself to pretend he didn't understand and asked in return.
"What? What did you say?"
"Oh—" Umbridge interrupted him, "I don't like people hiding things, especially at Hogwarts." She slowly approached and walked towards Harry.
Just at this critical moment, a voice suddenly appeared.
"Professor Umbridge."
The two looked toward the source of the sound, and a strange light flashed in Umbridge's eyes.
"Phillips, what are you doing here? Don't you have class?"
"No." Sean shook his head. "I only have one class today, in the afternoon. I'm looking for you because of that announcement; I need your help with something—"
Umbridge was quite pleased when Sean mentioned the announcement.
"Oh, really? So even the famous Phillips needs help sometimes."
"I want to revive the Duel Club."
"No, dueling is too dangerous—"
Umbridge rejected Sean's proposal without hesitation, and then, in a lecturing tone, explained to Sean the dangers of dueling.
"Then I'd like to organize a Wizard Killing Club."
"Wizard Killer? The matter of the Wizard Killer—"
Umbridge tried to use the same trick again, wanting to find some excuse to refuse Sean's request, but Sean shut her down with his words.
"Ms. Umbridge, I am also a member of the Ministry of Magic."
"If you don't want to push things too far, make things too embarrassing, or bring it up to Minister Fouché, you can refuse me."
"You should know that I also bear some of the responsibilities of Minister Fouché."
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This statement put Umbridge in a state of hesitation.
After thinking for a moment, she nodded and agreed to Sean's request for the "Wizard Killer Club," but even so, she didn't forget to put on airs.
"Remember to have someone send the application form to my office before the weekend."
"Remember quickly."
"I can't guarantee I won't change my mind halfway through."
"Harry, what are you doing here?"
After Umbridge swaggered away in triumph, Sean turned his gaze to Harry, who carefully took Hedwig from his robes.
"My owl is injured."
Sean took Hedwig from her and examined her closely.
"Hmm, it looks like a pretty serious injury. She'll need treatment and a few days of rest. If you leave it with me, I think I can return you a healthy Hedwig in a few days."
"Professor, you can heal owls?" Harry asked in surprise.
"There are very few things in this world that I can't do," Sean replied modestly.
Isn't treatment something that can be done simply by having medicine?
Surely there aren't really people who don't even have a system?
Really? Really?
"Do you know where Hedwig flew from?"