novelcrest Education Order No. 25, Chapter 546
Education Order No. 25, Chapter 546
Education Order No. 25, Chapter 542
Who is Ya Ya?
Hagrid pointed to the dog, who was still fast asleep by the fireplace. Tooth, hearing its own name, looked up in confusion, its sleepy eyes scanning the two people staring at it.
"Does it talk to you?"
"certainly."
Hagrid said sincerely.
"You need to communicate with it sincerely, and it will naturally reciprocate with sincerity in return."
"What should we do?"
Once Hagrid starts talking about Fantastic Beasts, he can't stop.
From "100 Tips for Raising Fantastic Beasts" to "Helping Fantastic Beasts Give Birth," the lecture left Umbridge completely bewildered.
"Wait, I have other questions."
"What's the problem?"
Hagrid said, unwilling to give up.
"Is it about how to help dragons hatch their eggs? Dragon eggs need an extremely warm environment to hatch—"
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Finally, I've met someone who's interested in magical creatures.
Despite her seemingly impolite and frightening appearance, those who listen attentively to the teachings of magical creatures will one day become good people (referring to those who contribute to the magical creatures).
"No, I meant to ask if you've seen anyone."
"Who is it?"
"I didn't know there were three pairs of footprints in front of your door."
"If you don't know, how would I know? I just got back; maybe someone came before me."
"But one"
"But what?"
Hagrid countered, his nervousness making his actions somewhat unnatural, so unnatural that he unconsciously removed the dragon flesh from his face.
However, by a twist of fate, the bruises on his face successfully attracted Umbridge's attention.
"What's wrong with you?"
"You're injured."
"Of course I know you're injured. I'm asking—how did you get injured?"
There was a minor accident.
"What accident?"
"I got beaten up by the dragon while helping it hatch its eggs."
Hagrid can't stop talking about magical creatures.
Perhaps this was an unconscious self-protective measure—to steer the conversation toward his area of expertise.
But this behavior thoroughly angered Umbridge.
"Where have you been these past two months since school started?"
"I've gone to find the dragon."
"It's clear that you're not as good at dealing with dragons as you just claimed."
It was a provocation tactic. Umbridge used a provocation tactic.
The three people hiding in the room, without prior agreement and with a sense of despair, anticipated what was about to happen: "How dare you say I'm not good at dealing with magical creatures?"
Hagrid said rather angrily.
"If I said I wasn't good at magical creatures, then Hogwarts wouldn't find a second person who was—"
"So skilled, yet you ended up covered in injuries?"
"That's because, 'because of what?'"
Hagrid instantly became alert. But Umbridge gave him no chance, pressing him relentlessly.
"What exactly is the reason?"
"because----"
"Because you went to an unfamiliar place and interacted with unfamiliar creatures."
"Let me guess where it is?"
"Southern France, sunshine, sea, beaches."
"You ended up with a bunch of injuries while traveling?"
Hagrid was utterly speechless. But Umbridge seemed to be stuck on the question of where exactly a strange Titan could be injured.
A giant like this, who looks clumsy, seems like he'll get hurt wherever he goes.
We have made some guesses, but we still need to verify them.
"I need to report your extended absences to the minister. I will inform you of your upcoming classes in advance via a notification slip, indicating which class I will be attending —"
"What are you going to do?"
"The minister is determined to remove unqualified teachers. Hopefully, you won't be one of them. Goodbye."
"goodbye."
As soon as Umbridge left, the three little ones emerged from various corners.
"She definitely knows something," Ron said definitively.
"I don't see it that way," Hagrid replied nonchalantly, picking up a piece of dragon meat from the table and applying it to his swollen eyes. "I even reserved some creatures specifically for you 0.W.Ls. Just wait and see, they're quite special."
"Hmm—what's so special about it?" Hermione asked cautiously.
"I can't tell you," Hagrid said with a mysterious smile. "I have a surprise for you."
"Oh dear, Hagrid!" Hermione exclaimed, no longer bothering to hide her worry. "Professor Umbridge will cause trouble, especially if the biology you use in class is too dangerous—"
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"Danger?" Hagrid seemed to find it laughable. "Don't talk nonsense, I wouldn't give you anything dangerous! I mean, they can take care of themselves."
"Hagrid, you have to pass Umbridge's test. It would be much safer if she saw you teaching us how to find Pomlock, how to distinguish between a thorn and a hedgehog!" Hermione said anxiously.
"But that's not interesting enough, Hermione. What I've prepared is much more magical. I've been raising them for years, and I think I'm the only one of its kind in all of Britain. Well, that's tiring enough for today, and it's getting late."
Hagrid patted Hermione on the shoulder as he spoke, and she stumbled and fell to her knees.
"Oh—I'm so sorry!" He quickly grabbed her robe and pulled her up. "Don't worry about me, I promise everything taught in the Magical Creatures class is good—you'd better go back to the castle now."
"I really don't know if he's even listening to me," Harry complained.
"Then I'll come again tomorrow," Hermione said firmly. "I'll help him prepare lessons if necessary."
Ron and Harry also wanted to join in the fun.
But their time was already completely filled with homework and Quidditch practice, leaving them no time to spare.
The Quidditch match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw ended this week.
The Ravenclaw Quidditch team, led by Cho Chang, defeated their opponents by a massive 300 points, setting a new record for the largest margin of victory in recent years.
The little badgers, however, didn't seem to care.
Losing at Quidditch is fine, it doesn't affect my livelihood.
Cedric was a little narrow-minded, but that was all. Losing to Cho Chang—it wasn't entirely unacceptable.
In the second week, the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin took place.
"What should I do?" Ron stared blankly at the ground in the locker room.
"Don't be nervous, I was like that the first time I competed too."
"How did you do it?"
Harry recalled his first match and came to a conclusion.
"How about a cup of honey lemon black tea?"
"Will this... work?"
"I don't know, maybe. Anyway, I felt much better after Professor Phillips poured me a cup of honey lemon tea."
"Should I give it a try? But—where can I find black tea these days?"
"Perhaps Hermione has some. Her water bottle in her bag always has black tea in it."
"I'm going to find her."
After Ron left, Angelina came out of the captain's lounge.
"I just received Slytherin's roster. Their two batters graduated last year. So they've added two new players this year. They look big, and their names are... what were they called again?"
Angelina glanced down at the note again before speaking.
"Their names are Crabbe and Goyle, but I don't know either of them well."
Upon hearing those two names, Harry looked up in surprise.
"I know it." He raised his hand.
"What kind of people are they?" Angelina asked quickly.
"He's a rather reckless and clumsy person," Harry thought for a moment and answered cautiously.
"Where's Ron?" Angelina only then noticed that one person was missing.
"I...I'm here."
Ron burst in, breathless, carrying an empty paper cup.
His expression looked much better than before.
Maybe—honey lemon black tea really works?
Why are you so late?
Angelina wanted to say something, but considering the start of the competition, she didn't say much.
"Let's get ready to go. Hopefully Merlin will wish us good luck—"
A few minutes later, urged on by the crowd, the Gryffindor players, carrying brooms, lined up and walked out of the locker room.
The stands were incredibly noisy.
The Slytherin players were already standing on the other side of the field.
"The two captains shake hands, ready to begin!"
"Welcome everyone to the second Quidditch match of the season!"
Lee Jordan's voice rang out from the stands as promised.
"The two teams facing off are the Gryffindor Quidditch team and the Slytherin Quidditch team—what a spectacular moment!"
"A whistle blows, and the match begins!"
"The Slytherin players regained possession first and, just thirty seconds later, launched an extremely dangerous attack, heading straight for Gryffindor's scoring ring—but Gryffindor's Angelina was right behind, making a beautiful interception!"
"Oh! This is exciting! Angelina passed the ball to Fred Weasley—yes, you heard right, Fred, not George—he quickly advanced, dodging a flying ball—and passed it to Katie Bell!"
"Kitty bypasses Slytherin's Chaser Monta—a beautiful feint! She raises the Quaffle and shoots—score! Gryffindor takes the lead, 10-0!"
"Look at Slytherin's reaction. Monta is not willing to fall behind, and he is now directing his teammates to adjust their formation."
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Oh, that ball flew pretty hard—George Weasley almost got hit in the nose, luckily he reacted quickly enough!
Meanwhile, Harry Potter—Gryffindor's Seeker—was circling high in the sky, his eyes fixed on his surroundings, ready to pounce on the Golden Snitch. We all know he rarely misses his target!
"The match continues!"
"Slytherin's Blaise Zabini gets the Quaffle and quickly advances—he's fast enough, and looks set on Gryffindor's scoring ring!"
"Now is the crucial moment—Gryffindor's goalkeeper Ron Weasley is on high alert. He grips his broom handle tightly, his eyes focused—Zabini is close, a feint! A dodge to the right—Ron has fallen for it!"
Wow! He lunged to the right! Oh no! It looks like Lady Luck isn't on Ron's side!
"Both sides are now tied on the score!"
But—the nightmare seems to have only just begun.
Immediately afterwards, Ron was hit twice more by Slytherin in extremely tricky ways, leaving him looking completely dejected.
What should I do?
"At this moment, the most important thing is still the Golden Snitch."
In the stands, Sean explained this to Tonks, who was sitting next to him.
"Don't be fooled by Gryffindor's current disadvantage. Once they find the Snitch—no one will remember how many Quaffles went into the goal during the game; they'll only remember that they seized the Snitch's advantage and won the final victory."
To be honest, Sean always felt there was a bug in the rules of the Golden Snitch.
This is completely contrary to the principle of fair competition in sports.
More specifically, the rule is unfair when one person's efforts can easily negate or replace the efforts of six others.
Taking League of Legends as an example, if Faker can lead four Bronze teammates to defeat a professional team, it means that it's not that Faker is too strong, but that the game is extremely poorly designed and unfair.
Generally speaking, catching the Golden Snitch means the team wins.
Since very few teams can create a 150-point lead, the rule that catching the Snitch earns 150 points turns the entire Quidditch match into a one-on-one battle between the Seekers.
To put it bluntly—
The Chaser, Beater, and Goalkeeper are products created to pass the time for bored spectators during the tedious moments when the Seeker is searching for the Snitch.
Since it doesn't have much impact on the game, why bother watching it?
It's like the warm-up act before a stand-up comedy show, or the cheerleading before an NBA game.
When individualism gains a complete advantage in a game, it is tantamount to ignoring the efforts of other players.
As Sean said, the match ended with Harry obtaining the Golden Snitch and leading Gryffindor to victory.
Harry's Quidditch skills are really strong.
Even if he's not as strong as Krum, it's not hard to see that given time, if he pursues a career in Quidditch, he will shine in professional matches.
If Krum is equivalent to a top-tier player like Haaland or Mbappe in a football match, then Harry is like a cornerstone player of a top-tier team, similar to Son Heung-min at his peak.
Not that famous, but can be a core player on a strong team.
The Gryffindor students, except for Ron, returned to the common room, overjoyed to celebrate their victory, only to be greeted by a notice posted on the portrait of the Fat Lady:
Education Order No. 25
In view of the urgent need to strengthen management and standardize the current education system, and in order to safeguard the order and discipline of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, this Educational Decree is hereby promulgated:
From the date of this order, the Hogwarts Senior Investigators are granted the highest discretion and final decision-making power over all matters involving disciplinary action, punishment, restriction of rights, and related sanctions concerning students of the school.
Senior Investigators have the authority to review, reject, or modify any disciplinary decisions made by Hogwarts faculty or staff regarding students at any time. Their decisions are final and there is no appeal process. This power ensures strict enforcement of school rules and eliminates any inconsistencies in disciplinary action due to differences in personal judgment.
This educational order is effective immediately from the date of issuance, and all relevant staff must fully cooperate and unconditionally obey the authority and decisions of the senior investigator.
Signatory: Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, Sir Merlin, First Class Order of the Order of the British Empire. (This last part is a separate, unrelated statement: "Bad!")
Umbridge has made another move —