The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 591 Dark Clouds

"Except for you—"

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Harry was blasted out of the maze, rolled a few times on the ground, and then lay sprawled on the ground in a sorry state.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Ginny quickly came over and looked at him with concern.

"I—I'm fine—" Harry coughed and slowly got up, saying he was fine, but he actually felt like his bones were about to break.

"But inside—" he said, pursing his lips.

This is a bit too much, isn't it? Harry thought it would be like the previous competitions, a duel between himself and himself, but when he entered, the first thing he saw was Professor Hamilton raising his wand.

The moment Harry saw her, he already knew what his name would be in his next life.

Thankfully, Professor Hamilton didn't unleash a killing spell the moment he raised his hand.

However, in that case—

Harry looked around as he thought this.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

One sound after another came from the maze, followed by four or five little wizards flying out.

However, the maze seemed to have been specially adjusted, and even though they all flew very high, they didn't seem to be in any serious trouble—at most, their butts hurt a little.

"Harry, why don't you take a break?" Looking at Ginny squatting beside him, Harry gritted his teeth and said, "No!"

"I'll try again!"

"Harry?!"

"Bang!"

In short, the Black Lake area at Hogwarts was extremely lively this afternoon. If you didn't look closely, you might think it was a Quidditch match, since most of the students were flying overhead.

It doesn't seem quite right—it doesn't seem to work.

Seeing this, Loila shook her head as if she had realized something.

Having these students practice directly with his shadow seems a bit too difficult—Roy doesn't think being repeatedly knocked away can lead to any improvement—at most, it might make his landing posture a little more comfortable—

In short, after observing for an afternoon, Loila shook her head helplessly.

No—this absolutely won't do—if Dumbledore returns and finds that all the students he valued have been crippled by his own actions—his career as a professor would be over, wouldn't it?

But if Dumbledore doesn't come back—how could that be possible?

Umbridge's usurpation won't last long—maybe Dumbledore will come back once he's had his fun—yeah.

Luo Yili shook her head and turned her gaze back to the magic circle in front of her—since the students couldn't adapt to such high-intensity training right away—then let's lower the difficulty a little bit.

It would be better to let them practice with their own shadows first.

And so, the Black Lake at Hogwarts became incredibly lively. The chosen students would spontaneously sneak over there in the afternoons and then enter the maze hidden by the magic circle to train.

"What are these students doing?" Umbridge frowned at the Aurors in front of her. "Especially Harry Potter—you're telling me you lost him?"

"These students all wear the same clothes," Auror explained helplessly. "And he runs very fast after class."

.

"Vice Minister, isn't it good that things have been peaceful these past few days?" an Auror asked boldly.

Umbridge glared at him and shook her head. "You're being presumptuous." She continued, shaking her head, "Most of these students were die-hard Dumbledore supporters before."

"Do you think they'd be so at ease?" Umbridge said with a sneer. "They're definitely planning something big—and that Hamilton—"

She spoke through gritted teeth, looking resentful: "She must be the leader of these students."

""

As the Aurors exchanged bewildered glances, Umbridge slowly said, "Follow these students—especially those led by Harry Potter."

"They're definitely plotting something."

"Yes, Deputy Minister!"

However, even if Umbridge sent Aurors to follow them, it wouldn't be of much use. As these Aurors said, they had followed these students before, but once get out of class was over, the students were all mixed together, making it extremely difficult to see anyone clearly.

Furthermore, Harry and the others realized that these Aurors were watching them, so they acted very secretly, carefully checking and circling around the Black Lake several times before each training session.

Furthermore, some students spontaneously provided cover for Harry and his friends—to the point that it seemed to turn into a competition, a contest and showdown between the students and the Ministry of Magic.

However, despite this, the students of Hogwarts are not a monolithic group.

"Headmistress Umbridge," Malfoy said respectfully, standing in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office and looking at the woman in the pink floral dress, "Is there anything I can help with?"

"Do you know what Harry Potter and the others are doing?" Umbridge asked slowly.

"I know a little," Malfoy said in a low voice. "They seem to be secretly training something."

"But they're definitely up to no good—and this matter is also related to Han—" Malfoy paused, then suddenly shut his mouth.

"Who else is involved?" Umbridge sensed this and asked slowly, "Is it Professor Hamilton?"

"It might be—" Malfoy said, pursing his lips, "This can't be confirmed—"

"It's definitely her," Umbridge immediately asserted. "Isn't she one of Dumbledore's people?"

"If it weren't for Minister Fudge—" Umbridge said, then, as if realizing something, immediately put on a smile again: "What else do you know?"

"Hmm—that's about it." Malfoy's expression looked a little strange, as if he had inadvertently steered the conversation toward Loira.

"Is that so?" Umbridge gave him a saccharine smile. "Then do you have a way of finding out exactly what they're doing?"

"Not yet—" Malfoy said, then paused.

"How about this—" Umbridge said, waving her wand lightly. A small brooch flew off the table and stuck tightly to Malfoy's chest.

"You are now the prefect of the entire Hogwarts house," Umbridge said slowly. "You have the authority to supervise anyone you deem suspicious."

"Bring me anyone you find strange." Umbridge paused, then continued, "Do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand, Headmaster Umbridge." Malfoy nodded happily, looking at the brooch on his chest. He said somewhat smugly, "In less than a week, I'll have something on Potts."

"I believe in you." Umbridge nodded approvingly. "After all, your father, Mr. Lucius Malfoy, was such an excellent man."