Daily Life at Hogwarts

Chapter 995
"I hate rain!"

Albert turned his head and looked at the rain-soaked window, reached out and tapped the address book on his hand. He had been using this method to get in touch with Fred, George and Lee Jordan on the train.

"I thought you liked the rain!" Katrina also turned her head to look out the window, and then looked back at the communication bookmark in Albert's hand, "You have been chatting with your sister since just now?"

"Yes!" Albert didn't deny it either, "Anyway, idleness is idleness. Finding someone to chat with can pass the boring time."

"Can you get me a copy of this thing?" Katrina suddenly asked, "I can pay Gallen."

"I don't plan to sell it for the time being, but you can make it yourself. The Changing Curse shouldn't be difficult for you!" Albert didn't plan to spread this thing on a large scale, so as not to give the mysterious person a hard time in the next war. Add an advantage.

"It's not just the use of the changing spell?" Katrina doesn't believe this kind of nonsense. The principle of the communication bookmark may be the changing spell, but it is definitely not that simple to make. Anyone who believes it directly is definitely a fool.

"Well, it's a more advanced use of the transformation spell." Albert put away the address book, and he could feel the train slowing down.

"Are you not going to fulfill your responsibilities?" Katrina asked tentatively when she saw that Albert was going to leave directly. She felt that she had guessed the result.

"Leave the work of maintaining order to the prefects. They always need to be given opportunities to exercise." Albert casually made excuses for his laziness, and followed the crowd to get off the train.After confirming that there were no problems around, he turned his head and said to Katrina behind him, "You'd better not leave my sight."

"Am I so unreliable?" Katrina raised her eyebrows slightly, a little unhappy, not because she felt that Albert was making a fuss, but because she felt that she was underestimated, and the feeling of being treated like an underage girl was very uncomfortable. Comfortable.

"Don't be angry. In the face of danger, any negligence may cost you your life. The life of a wizard is more fragile than you think." Albert raised his wand and said in a voice that only two people could hear , "Although the probability of them targeting you is very low, I can still take precautions."

"You just don't want to see Isobel sad." Katrina sighed, she was very envious of her sister.

"I don't want to see you have problems because of my problems. Since it is my problem, I have to take care of you." Albert got off the car and came to the platform, raised his wand to make sure the surroundings were all right, and then signaled Katrina followed.

At this moment, a crisp female voice came from not far away, and it was obvious that Hagrid hadn't returned yet.

Albert was not surprised about this at all, after all Hagrid still had to take care of his giant brother.

This term, Albert had decided to stay away from Hagrid lest he leave the big, silly man in his care.

Even if the mission is really triggered, Albert plans to give up directly.

giant!

Leave it to Potter.

The two stayed at the back of the line on purpose to make sure no students were left behind, and they followed the muddy path outside Hogsmeade Station to the convoy of Thestrals.

Most of the carriages were already occupied, but there was only one unoccupied, which was a special carriage prepared for the male and female student union chairmen at the rear.

This is one of their privileges.

"Those over there, take this one!"

Albert said to the bewildered second year students who had been kicked out of the carriage by Malfoy and his partners.

After finishing speaking, he stared at Malfoy, who was chatting and laughing with his friends, and warned, "I don't care what you want to do, but don't trouble me."

"Understood." Malfoy said blankly.

"go in!"

Albert signaled the three little guys to get into the carriage. This carriage was not the same as other carriages. The environment inside was obviously much better. Although it was not as good as the one that sent him to participate in the Potions Championship at the Magic School, but There is no hay in it, and there is no musty smell.

The carriage staggered off.

The second-year students in the carriage all looked at Albert with admiration. One of the boys with freckles mustered up his courage and carefully asked Albert a few questions about the dueling champion.

"Don't trust the contents of the newspaper too much. Most of the time, it is used by the newspaper office to attract people's attention in order to sell the newspaper. That's all. If you believe too much, you will easily be fooled into a fool by others." Albert Turning his head and looking out the window, he relaxed his vigilance a little after the convoy passed the school gate, and looked towards Hogwarts Castle, which was getting closer and closer.

"I think you're trying to say that most of the British wizarding community are idiots," Katrina muttered.

"Many times, everything you see is what others want you to see." Albert said lightly, "As long as you are not a fool, you will find something is wrong if you use your brain a little."

"However, there are usually more fools in this world?" Katrina laughed at herself.

"Because they only passively receive information, they never actively think about why, and they can't blame others if they become fools." Albert stopped talking, because the carriage team had stopped in front of the stone steps leading to the oak gate, and hundreds of carriages suddenly After filling up the space around the stone steps, the students got off the carriage one after another and walked towards the oak gate of the castle.

Albert and Katrina stayed until the end to ensure that all the students had entered the castle before slowly entering the castle.

They were on their way to the auditorium when they heard giggles.

Albert stopped and looked at Peeves emerging from the shadows.

Katrina also stopped, looking at Peeves suspiciously.This guy was very weird, with a weird smile that couldn't be concealed on his face, and he rubbed his hands at Albert, as if he was waiting for something.

Albert reached into his pocket, took out a bag and threw it to Peeves. The smile on Peeves' face got brighter and his voice became weirder. He took the bag and disappeared.

Katrina looked at Albert suspiciously, always feeling that the guy next to him was going to make trouble.

However, she didn't ask.

Anyway, if you ask, you probably won't get an answer, just watch quietly, this is the tacit understanding they have developed.

Entering the auditorium, the decoration here is similar to the previous style, that is, the ceiling above the head is exactly the same as the sky outside, as if the professors forgot to replace the ceiling with a bright starry sky.

Albert walked along the long table in Gryffindor, looking for Fred, George and Lee Jordan.

Whenever he walked by, the people who had been chatting happily would quiet down and stare at him curiously with wide-eyed eyes, as if they were looking at some rare animal.

Well, there is still a little girl who wants to ask him for an autograph, which makes Albert a little speechless.He had to quicken his pace and walked towards George who was waving at him.

"You're very welcome," Fred quipped, laughing. "I thought you'd stop to sign them."

"To shut up."

Albert sat down in the vacant seat vacated by the three of them, and greeted the girls sitting across from him.

"This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, I heard that he is also the deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic." George winked at Albert, and his words were intended to be heard by the surrounding students.

"Are you sure you're not mistaken, the deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic went to teach at Hogwarts?" Shanna looked at the witch with a bit of bad taste on the teacher's bench with some surprise.

Thinking about it with my knees, I know that it must be no good.

"Honestly, her taste is really...unique."

"By the way, Albert, I have become the Quidditch captain." Angelina excitedly told everyone the good news.

"Congratulations. However, I'm afraid your luck is not very good." Albert's mouth curled up slightly, and he noticed that Umbridge had just taken a sip from his goblet.

"Why?" Angelina asked suspiciously.

"Didn't you read the newspaper? The Daily Prophet has been smearing Harry Potter a lot lately," Albert reminded.

"But, what does this mean?" Angelina was a little confused, obviously not understanding the meaning of Albert's words.

"It means that the relationship between the Ministry of Magic and Harry Potter is very bad, and our new professor is still the deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic. If you think about it, you know that the situation is not good." Albert explained.

"It's okay, if Harry can't play, wouldn't there be you?" Angelina was not worried at all, Albert was also a very good ball seeker.

"I have something to do this year, so I'm afraid I can't help you." Albert shook his head.

The expression on Angelina's face immediately changed.

"Do you know why the Deputy Minister of Magic came to teach at Hogwarts?" Shanna changed the subject calmly.

"It's not going to be a good thing anyway," said Lee Jordan. "By the way, have you listened to the Wizard's Watch broadcast?"

"What's that?" Alicia asked suspiciously.

"A mysterious station broadcast. I remember last night, the broadcast was talking about our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. To be honest, our Defense Against the Dark Arts class may be a little bad this year."

"Let Albert teach us?" Aliya suggested.

"I'm not free." Albert shook his head.

"What are you up to?" Shanna asked curiously.

At this time, Professor McGonagall led the students into the auditorium, and the sorting ceremony was about to begin.

In the restlessness of the first-year students, the sorting hat opened like a mouth, and sang loudly:

I was a new hat a long time ago, before Hogwarts was built, and the four founders of Noble House thought they would never go their separate ways...

Our Hogwarts is in danger, and enemies from outside the school are on the lookout.We must be united internally, otherwise everything will fall apart from within.I have spoken to you bluntly, I have sounded the alarm for you?Now let's start sorting.

After the hat sang, it remained motionless again.

"Do you think this is what Dumbledore meant, or the Sorting Hat itself?" George asked while turning his head amid applause.

Not only him, but the students in the audience were whispering to those around them, discussing the warning of the Sorting Hat.

"Nico, has the Sorting Hat issued a similar warning before?" Albert asked the ghost of Gryffindor directly.

"There have been a few times before," recalls Nearly Headless Nick, "when the Sorting Hat felt it had a moral duty to warn the school appropriately if it felt it was in... great danger. Of course, it My advice is the same every time: unite and maintain internal stability."

"A hat that can predict?" Fred asked rhetorically.

After feeling the unfriendly gaze from Professor McGonagall, everyone shut up obediently.

"How is it possible? The Sorting Hat is placed in Dumbledore's office, and I probably heard some news there." Albert said in a voice that could be heard by several people around him.

"After all, you are the prophet." George laughed silently.

Soon, in the announcement of Professor McGonagall's name and the Sorting Hat, the long line of first-year freshmen was shortening a little bit.

After the sorting ceremony, their headmaster stood up to greet everyone and announced the official start of the dinner.

"How does it feel to be the president of the student union, isn't it great?"

George was cutting a steak, squinting at Umbridge who was also cutting a steak at the teacher's bench.

"She looks like a toad, a pink toad!"

"Affects appetite."

"I really don't know why the headmaster would give in to the Ministry of Magic."

"I don't know, Professor Dumbledore should have his own reasons for giving in!"

Several people lowered their voices and whispered in whispers.

"I've heard people say that unmarried old aunts like her are the scariest. Many of them are distorted because they haven't been nourished by love." Lee Jordan muttered softly.

"No one reminded her, is there something wrong with her taste?"

"I dare say her heart must be distorted, otherwise whoever is too old will dress herself up as a little girl."

"Maybe, you can try to save her taste."

"Forget it, it won't be worth it if you are locked up." Lee Jordan gnawed on the chicken leg and laughed at himself: "At this time, you should pray to God, maybe God will answer your plea."

"I thought wizards believed in Merlin."

"Wizards don't have faith, at least I don't." George shook his head and said, "Merlin's beard and the like are just catchphrases."

At this moment, Umbridge, who had just eaten a piece of steak and took another sip of wine, froze because she found that there was blood on the steak.

She reached out and touched the bottom of her nose, looking at her blood-stained fingers, she froze for a moment.

I was actually having a nosebleed, which seemed to be very serious.

Not only was she stunned, but Dumbledore beside him also noticed the change in Umbridge and cast a puzzled look at her.

"are you OK!"

Umbridge had already taken out a handkerchief from his pocket and covered his nose, and before he could answer Dumbledore, the professors in the teacher's chair also noticed the change in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Even the students who were talking in low voices below noticed it.

"Something seems to be wrong?" Fred suppressed a smile and motioned everyone to look at Umbridge on the teacher's bench.

"Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor seems to have a nosebleed?" Lee Jordan also tried not to let himself laugh.

"The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's curse has begun to take effect?" George deliberately diverted the topic. "She is really unlucky. She was plagued by bad luck when she first came to school."

Umbridge's eyes widened, and he was horrified to find that the nosebleed hadn't stopped, and the handkerchief was stained red with the nosebleed.

"Maybe, you should go to the school hospital, Bobby should be able to give you some help." Professor McGonagall looked at the embarrassed Umbridge and suggested.

After the news of Umbridge's nosebleeds spread, it was quickly spread as the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Some people secretly started a bet on how long Umbridge could last.

"How long do you think it will take for Madam Pomfrey to cure her?" Fred turned his head and asked Albert.George next to him even sent a message to Albert through the communication bookmark, asking Madam Pomfrey if she might have noticed something was wrong.

"Probably...it won't be long."

Albert knew Madam Pomfrey was capable of solving this problem.

In fact, it took about a quarter of an hour, after Albert had wiped out the two servings, before Umbridge finally returned to her seat.

only……

Good times are not long.

Umbridge had just eaten something when his nosebleed started again, and then, under the eyes of everyone, he hurried to the school hospital to ask Madam Pomfrey for help.

This time, Umbridge didn't touch the food on the table.It's not like she didn't suspect that someone tampered with the food, causing her to get a nosebleed, but everyone picked the food on their own, so it was obviously impossible for someone to target her specifically.

Yes, Umbridge never imagined that Peeves had secretly tampered with her cup and knife and fork.

After all, such things as nosebleeds are relatively common, and everyone thinks that Umbridge is just not in good health.

Who would have thought that someone was deliberately targeting Umbridge?
No, no one can think of it, at least no one will find something wrong now, and the professors are more likely to gloat.

"Are you really not going to have some? The treacle tart is delicious." Dumbledore suggested with a smile, looking at Umbridge who had only eaten a few mouthfuls of food from the beginning to now.

"No, I don't want to eat for now." Umbridge is still smirking, but she is in a very bad mood now. Watching everyone eat while hungry is simply a cruel torture. What the hell!

Seems for post-dinner announcements about Ministry of Magic interference in Hogwarts.

Umbridge eventually persevered, during which he rudely interrupted Dumbledore and delivered a string of unwelcome speeches.

However, something seemed to go wrong during the speech.

"...to achieve a balance, between the old and the new, between permanence and change..."

A murmuring sound suddenly sounded in the auditorium.

"...some old habits will be retained, and there is nothing wrong with that, and some have become obsolete, and must..."

The hungry grunt sounded again, and everyone was holding back their laughter.

However, Umbridge's stomach seemed to be protesting its mistreatment, and the grunting became more pronounced and louder.

Finally, someone below the stage couldn't help but burst out laughing.

As long as someone takes the lead, more and more people can't help but laugh out loud.

This grunting sound is really wonderful, just like the cry of a toad.

(End of this chapter)