Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 348 Pappi vs Umbridge
Charms class is always the best class for talking, because after Professor Flitwick teaches everyone a new charm, he always lets everyone try waving their wands, so the classroom is always lively and the chances of whispering being heard by others are very small.

Today, the house was filled with the croaking of frogs and the cawing of crows, while outside, the torrential rain pounded against the windows, and no one could hear Harry, Ron, and Hermione's whispers.

In front of each of them was a crow and a frog. This lesson was not only to reinforce their memory of the Spell of the Flying Bird, but also to learn a new spell, the Spell of the Silent One.

Now that Professor Flitwick has finished teaching the Silent Spell, their goal is to successfully use it.

Frogs are obviously a relatively easy target, but crows are a bit more difficult. Many students can successfully shut up frogs, but crows always open their mouths and caw loudly after they cast the spell, as if they are mocking them.

Hermione harbored deep resentment towards Umbridge, and the mere thought of the misdeeds Umbridge had committed at Hogwarts made her clench her fists.

“I suggest you be gentle,” Harry said to Hermione. “Look at your frog, let it go, it’s not Umbridge.”

Hermione looked down and saw that the frog was being held so tightly that its eyes were bulging out. She quickly put the frog on the table and gently stroked its back.

But the frog seemed to be doing badly. Even when Hermione touched it, it just lay motionless on the table, its belly heaving violently.

“Poor frog,” Ron said, shaking his head and criticizing Hermione. “Look what you’ve done to it! Poor thing.”

On the contrary, Ron's frog next to him started croaking loudly.

“Silencio!” Hermione exclaimed hastily, pointing her wand at Ron’s frog, which silently deflated.

"Caw caw caw caw!" The crows nearby seemed to feel a sense of shared sorrow, as if they were the same kind of creature mourning the death of a rabbit.

“I think you should try to quiet your ravens.” Hermione turned to Ron. “Don’t always rely on others to help you—”

“Really? I thought you just mistook a frog for a frog.” Ron shrugged, pointing at the ugly crow. “Silencio!”

The ugly crow in front of him cawed mockingly.

"Silent and still! Silent and still!"

The crows cawed even louder.

“You’re not waving your wand correctly,” Hermione said, looking at Ron with the same critical eye she’d given him when he corrected his Levitation Charm in his first year. “Don’t wave it around. You don’t want to gouge someone’s eyes out, do you? You should just stab them quickly.”

“The crow is harder to catch than the frog,” Ron said through gritted teeth. “And you’ve already shut my frog up!”

“Okay, let’s switch.” Hermione grabbed Ron’s raven and swapped it for her fat frog, which had recovered somewhat. “Silencio!”

The crow's sharp beak was still opening and closing, but it was silent.

“Very well, Miss Granger!” Professor Flitwick’s high-pitched voice said, startling Hermione and Ron. “Now I’ll watch you practice, Mr. Weasley!”

“What—? Oh—oh, okay,” Ron said in a panic, “Uh—Silencio!”

Fortunately, Ron's spell finally took effect. The frog quickly deflated, staring blankly ahead, seemingly wondering why it couldn't make a sound.

“Very good, Mr. Weasley!” Professor Flitwick was even more pleased. “Five points for Gryffindor!”

“I swear,” Ron whispered after Professor Flitwick left, “he definitely noticed us whispering, and if I hadn’t managed to cast the spell, Professor Flitwick would have given me a ton of homework!”

"Luckily you succeeded, and you even got extra points for Gryffindor." Hermione looked at Ron with a 'that's my boy' expression.

“So,” Ron turned to look at Harry again, “why didn’t Professor Flitwick let Harry cast spells?”

"Because he knows Harry will definitely use this curse." Hermione rolled her eyes.

Because of the rain, students can stay indoors during breaks.

They found a seat in a noisy classroom on the second floor. Mischievous Pikachu floated dreamily upwards next to the chandelier, occasionally blowing a drop of ink onto someone's head.

As soon as they sat down, Angelina squeezed through the groups of chatting students.

"I got approval!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Reorganize the Quidditch team! I got approval!"

"That's fantastic!" Ron exclaimed excitedly.

“Yes,” Angelina said with a beaming smile, “I spoke to Professor McGonagall, and I don’t know who she spoke to, probably Professor Dumbledore? — Anyway, Umbridge had to give in. Ha! So I’d like you to be at the stadium at seven tonight, okay? We need to make up for lost time. Do you realize there are only three weeks until the first game?”

She squeezed past them, barely dodging the ink bead blown out by Pippi the Ghost, which landed on a first-year student next to her.

"Could it be Dumbledore?" Hermione asked curiously. "I heard that Dumbledore isn't at school?"

“It’s definitely Miss Sweetine!” Ron said with certainty. “She’s a member of the Board of Trustees, and only a member of the Board of Trustees can stand against Umbridge’s evil forces in this matter. I’m sure I’m right! Haha… Bringing Miss Sweetine back was a brilliant move, wasn’t it, Harry?”

“You’re right,” Harry nodded.

At that moment, Annie also came over.

Charms class wasn't taught to all four houses at once, so Anne could only come to find Harry after class.

Upon seeing Harry, she smiled gently, picked up her books, and walked over to him, sitting down to his left.

Fortunately, Ron was sandwiched between Harry and Hermione; if he had sat to Harry's left, Anne would have definitely pushed him out.

This was also a lesson he had recently learned: as long as Anne didn't sit on either side of Harry, she definitely wouldn't crowd him.

Sometimes he wondered why Anne would shove him instead of Hermione. After all, Hermione was a girl, and clearly posed a greater threat…

Of course, he had no idea that Harry had shared gossip about Ron and Hermione with Anne, and that even the most jealous man in Europe wouldn't be jealous of Hermione now.

“The weather outside is awful,” Anne said to Harry after sitting down. “I was thinking of going out for a while, but I never expected it to be such a gloomy and rainy day…”

“It’s alright,” Harry reassured Anne. “It’s much better than what we’re going through. If it doesn’t stop tonight, we’ll be doing Quidditch practice in the rain…”

"In the rain?" Annie asked with some concern. "Won't you catch a cold and get sick if you get wet? I suggest that if the wind and rain continue like this tonight, you might consider requesting a suspension of training."

Just then, Peeves suddenly pulled out the ink bottle and pointed it at Annie.

Seeing that he was about to collapse, Harry did not take out his wand, but calmly said to Peeves, "If I were you, Peeves, I would never play such a prank on Anne."

"Why?" Mischievous Ghost laughed, hands on his hips. "Is there anyone in this world that Mischievous Ghost wouldn't dare to tease? Even the head professor can't stop Lord Mischievous Ghost. Of course, if it were you, Lord Mischievous Ghost would be willing to give you face and temporarily refrain from teasing your new girlfriend..."

When he said that, he emphasized "new girlfriend." "Oh, don't be so sure," Harry said mischievously, raising an eyebrow. "You know what? Anne's last name is Salu."

Upon hearing Harry's words, Peeves froze.

Saru?

He was all too familiar with that surname.

That new plague ghost, Sebastian, seems to have the surname Saru, and I even punched and kicked him once.

Oh right, I think I heard that Sebastian has a sister who goes to Hogwarts, could it be...?

Thinking of this, Mischievous Ghost immediately stood at attention.

"Um," Pipi Ghost's eyes darted around, "I have some other things to do. We'll talk again when we have time—see you later!"

“Looks like he has people he’s afraid of too,” Hermione said, clicking her tongue.

"Tsk." Harry didn't say anything. He couldn't very well say that he was actually afraid of ghosts, could he? That would upset Anne again.

“If possible, we will apply, but…” Harry turned to Anne, “but Captain Angelina insists that we go to training—I think she’s a madman even more ruthless than Oliver—Oliver was the former captain of Gryffindor, Oliver Wood, you’re too late to recognize him.”

“Okay.” Anne sniffed and said to Harry, “I remember when my brother was researching spells for me, he even learned a water-resistant spell. Remember to call me before practice tonight—”

“Okay,” Harry replied with a smile.

The weather didn't improve until evening. Before Harry and Ron went to the Quidditch pitch for training at seven o'clock, they specifically sought out Anne. Anne cast a water-resistant spell on each of them, thus avoiding the misfortune of being soaked.

However, even with water in between, there's no way to prevent your feet from slipping on the wet grass.

The sky was overcast and thunder rumbled intermittently.

"I feel like I might get struck by lightning if I fly in the sky," Ron said somewhat guiltily.

“Probably not,” Harry shrugged. “After all, not everyone is as unlucky as Cedric.”

In third grade, Cedric was struck by lightning during a Quidditch match against Hufflepuff, and the unfortunate boy fell headfirst to the ground.

Soon they entered the warm and bright locker room, where they found Fred and George discussing whether to use quick-acting skipping candy to avoid flying.

“...But I bet she’ll find out,” Fred grinned. “I wish I hadn’t tried to sell her spittoons yesterday.”

“We can use fever-reducing candy,” George whispered. “Nobody’s ever seen it before—”

"Does it work?" Ron asked hopefully, as the rain pounded harder on the roof, the wind howled around the house, and thunder roared.

He wasn't afraid of getting wet, since he had a waterproof spell on him—but unfortunately, he didn't have an anti-electric spell, and he didn't want to be struck by lightning.

“Not bad,” Fred said. “Your body temperature will rise quickly—”

“But some large abscesses will also appear,” George said. “We haven’t figured out how to get rid of them yet.”

“I can’t see any abscesses,” Ron said, scrutinizing the twin brothers.

“You can’t see them,” Fred said somberly. “They don’t grow in the parts of us that are usually exposed to the outside.”

"On the butt?" Ron asked.

“Your Ace,” George said, winking.

Fred suddenly noticed that Ron wasn't wet at all. He asked in surprise, "Ronny, my little darling, how come you're not wet? There's not a drop of water on your shoes either. This isn't magic!"

“Oh, you mean this?” Ron said with some pride. “This is a waterproof spell that Miss Saru of Slytherin cast on Harry and me. It effectively keeps us from getting wet in the rain…”

Then, Fred and George exchanged a glance and simultaneously drew their wands, aiming them at Ron.

"Finite (Stop Curse)!"

"Protego!"

The Curse Stop only affected the armor and did not remove the waterproof spell on Ron.

After thwarting their spell, he raised his head proudly and said, "Haha, I knew you'd use this method!"

Fred and George were somewhat surprised, not expecting their youngest brother to so skillfully use the Ironclad Charm to block their Curse Stop.

"It seems our little brother has really grown up." Fred gave Ron a thumbs up sincerely.

Unbeknownst to Harry, an uninvited guest was about to arrive at Papiyas's office.

A knock sounded at the door. Papi, who was playing on her phone, looked up, put away her crystal ball and phone, and said, "Come in."

The door opened, and Umbridge walked in from outside.

She was still wearing that pink suit, with that nauseating, signature fake smile on her face, making you want to punch her.

Papiyas's first impression of her wasn't particularly good.

“Good evening, Ms. Sweeting,” Umbridge said with a smile.

Although I don't particularly like Umbridge, she is, after all, a high-ranking investigator from the Ministry of Magic—and most importantly, Pappy is a member of the Board of Trustees, so I should at least be a little friendly on our first meeting.

“Good evening, Professor Umbridge,” she said with a smile.

However, it was this amiable demeanor that seemed to have caused Umbridge to misjudge the situation.

“I have something I’d like to ask you.” Umbridge walked to the opposite side of Pappy’s desk and sat down. “Ms. Sweeting, was the reorganization of the Gryffindor Quidditch team ordered by you?”

Papby nodded and said, "Professor McGonagall came to see me at noon today. She explained the application to me in detail, and I don't think Quidditch team activities should be banned."

“But, madam,” Umbridge suddenly frowned and said, “Education Order No. 24 clearly stipulates that the dissolution of any student organization, association, team, or club is prohibited. Any attempt to reorganize such an organization requires the permission of a senior investigator…”

(End of this chapter)