Harry Potter and The Invincible Bookworm

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Hogwarts Umbridge office, Emily Harris is standing in front of a few vases filled with dried flowers, tilting her head and looking at the decorative plates hanging on the opposite wall. On each plate is a brightly colored big cat, which he wears on his neck. With a different bow.

“Our professor’s aesthetic is…um…unique.” Pansy came to Emily’s side with his arms, followed Emily’s gaze, and rarely expressed his point of view euphemistically.

“The black cat is still very cute.” Emily pointed to a plate hanging on the very side. The black cat pricked its ears, as if staring at everyone who looked towards it with glowing green eyes.

Pansy glanced at it and put her face away. Compared with this cat, at least the cats with bows in front were cute.

Emily sat quietly on the chair under the cat and watched the wizards who had entered the room—all of them pure blood, many of them were members of the training class, and they were wealthy.

“Good evening.” Umbridge’s voice was sweet and greasy. “Everyone find a place to sit down first.”

She walked up to Emily’s side and touched Emily’s hair lovingly sitting on the chair. Rarely, she could not help but aroused the thoughts of the sweet-looking little girl in front of her, “If I give you a basket and hug you, you What will you give me?”

“A basket of kisses.” Emily gave Umbridge a sweet perfect smile, and her crescent-shaped eyes made her eyelashes look particularly long.

“Oh, my dear little sweet bear.” Umbridge looked like he was about to rush to give Emily a big hug, who was still a little fat baby. Fortunately, she restrained herself, blinked at Emily, and walked behind her desk. , A thick, strong iron bolt was nailed to the wall behind the table, and Harry’s Firebolt was tied to the bolt by an iron chain and locked.

Pansy next to Emily noticed that Emily’s black calfskin boots hidden under the magic robe were hitting the ground continuously, and looked a little impatient.

“Welcome to you, Hogwarts’ best young wizards,” Umbridge raised his head, raised his hands, as if he was embracing them, and poured a cup for each young wizard, which was as sweet as her own. Tired of black tea, “After the Christmas holiday, we will form an investigation action team, and you are my personally selected students. You all support the Ministry of Magic. If you wish, please accept my invitation to become a member of the investigation action team. Members, I look forward to your joining.”

Umbridge is satisfied to see that everyone’s eyes are gathered on her. She enjoys the feeling of being paid attention to and valued. Although these people in front of her are just young wizards who have not graduated, they represent behind them. Power and wealth cannot be ignored by anyone, and their future is bound to be infinitely bright.

“If you join the investigation action group, you will have the same power as the professors, and you can arbitrarily requisition the Quiddich stadium and functional classrooms; in order to correct the school spirit and discipline, you can also deduct the scores of other students.” Following Umbridge’s words Afterwards, even Crabbe and Goyle’s little heads, who were eating refreshments prepared by Umbridge next to them, realized the benefits of participating-each member would have the power of Prefect.

After leaving the company in Umbridge, Pansy deliberately spoke to Goyle Crabbe next to him, but actually wanted to convey to Harris through Emily’s mouth to show his loyalty: “Umbridge deliberately bypassed the training class manager Miss Granger left by Aaron. It seems Miss Granger’s attitude in the last Professor Lupin incident made her very concerned, but she was really naive, thinking that given the flesh and bones with this power, the members of our training class would be at odds.”

Emily obviously took Pansy’s words seriously because she was not at all. She turned her head to Goyle and Crabbe behind her and said, “She made too much tea and sugar. By the way, do you know that the tea itself was discovered by accident? What?”

Goyle was asked a little awkwardly: “I don’t know, I don’t know too many things.”

“In ancient times, when someone boiled water in his garden, a leaf of the tea tree fell into the pot.” The petite Emily raised her head and looked towards the big Goyle, explaining to him in a friendly tone.

Crabbe looked a little surprised: “Is the tea from a tree?”

Emily raised a small eyebrow suspiciously: “Where did you think it came from?”

Crabbe also looked down at Emily in doubt: “Grocery store?”

Christmas is approaching, and there is a festive atmosphere in the waiting room of St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries: the bright crystal bubbles become red and golden, flashing like huge Christmas balls. Holly hangs at every door, and a magical Christmas tree covered with snow and ice shines on Winky at every corner of the house, with a twinkling gold star on the top of the tree.

Arthur Weasley leaned on the bed, with leftover turkey meal on his lap, with a sheepish docile expression on his face. When Mrs. Weasley put the plate away, he glanced at him and suddenly made a terrifying sound between screaming and roaring.

“Arthur!” She tore open Arthur · Mr. Weasley’s hospital gown, revealing the stitched wound like a centipede, her voice was as sharp as the sound of a mouse trap, “What is this? , Where’s your bandage?”

“Huh?” Mr. Weasley seemed very scared, and pulled the sheets above his chest, “Oh-don’t be angry, Molly, Augustus Pye told me that this treatment is called sutures, Molly, it is a medical treatment for muggle and wizards. Combine”

“Muggle?” Mrs. Weasley said louder than a word, “Are you using muggle’s therapy?”

“It’s not a fool, Molly, dear,” Mr. Weasley pleaded. “It’s just—it’s just that Pye and I want to try this new treatment from St. Mungo’s.”

Mrs. Weasley sneered said, “But, Arthur, you are not so stupid to use muggle’s—”

“Madam, I’m sorry to interrupt you. Our suture therapy is developed by the umbrella company. It is experimentally developed based on the combination of muggle and wizard medical methods. When the wound is healed, the suture will disappear naturally, at least It is much better than traditional treatment in healing this snake venom wound.” A handsome young man with brown curly hair who was still immature said to Mrs. Weasley.

“Mother, does Percy still refuse to come at this time?” Ron asked, and Mrs. Weasley, who was still watching her husband stitch the wound, had tears left behind. She turned her head and wiped her tears. Choked, “He won’t come back for the holidays.”

“Sorry, Madam, please let me. After I check the wound, you can be discharged.” Augustus Pye thinks it is better to finish your work as soon as possible.

After the inspection, the twin brothers helped Arthur Weasley out of the hospital bed, and Mrs. Weasley quickly packed their belongings. As they went downstairs, they ran into a witch with a walnut in the left nostril.

“At St. Mungo’s you can see all kinds of strange injuries.” George shrugged his shoulders. “A woman with long hair, a man with a gray face and a sad face talking to himself.”

Ginny heard twin describe that their expedition in the hospital was a little uncomfortable, and she also saw a lot of grotesquely shaped patients.

“Mother, we also saw Neville Longbottom and his grandmother.” After speaking, and seeing Mrs. Weasley’s disapproval gaze, George quickly changed the subject, “I also saw a patient with flower pox, his The skin on his face looks a bit like Ron, and it doesn’t look good.”

“Who wouldn’t you say? My face is just freckles!” Ron’s ears were red.