Chapter 296 Overhead and Bar
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"The Ministry of Magic is preparing something."
hall.
The three little ones gathered together, Hermione whispered.
Ron stuffed the sausage in his mouth and mumbled, "What?"
"Don't you find it strange," Hermione whispered, looking around, "the Ministry of Magic suddenly intervened in Hogwarts education."
"Barty Crouch came to power to reform, isn't that what you said last time?" Ron finally swallowed what was in his mouth.
Hermione's eyes widened, irritated.
Harry said suddenly, "Voldemort."
"What?" Ron looked in surprise.
Harry continued, "Crouch knows the news of Voldemort's return, and he is training students to have the power to protect themselves."
He said, looking at Neville, who was buried in the letter, and said in a deep voice: "Crouch is very dissatisfied with Dumbledore's teaching, he hopes to have his own army."
"Army?!" Ron exclaimed, leaning over and whispering, "You mean the Ministry of Magic wants to use Hogwarts as an arsenal?"
"I'm afraid so." Harry said to himself, "Crouch is not only dissatisfied with education, but also dissatisfied with Dumbledore's current prestige. He wants to increase the influence of the Ministry of Magic."
Hermione interrupted, "That's a good thing, I mean, as long as he's willing to deal with You-Know-Who."
"It's also possible that Voldemort will be targeting Hogwarts."
Harry has an extra keen eye for certain things.
"But Crouch picked the wrong partner," Ron said, looking at the back of Harry's hand, cursing, "Umbridge is not a good man."
"One question," Hermione asked suspiciously, "why didn't Crouch join forces with Dumbledore?"
"He doesn't like Dumbledore's prestige," said Harry analytically, "or rather, he sees no difference between Dumbledore and Voldemort."
A White Lord and a Dark Lord.
Hermione gasped, it wasn't a good thing.
In their view, Dumbledore has never had such ambitions, and Crouch's unreasonable suspicion may cause some bad things to happen.
Ron said indignantly, "I can swear Dumbledore never wanted to run the wizarding world."
"But he has the ability, doesn't he." Hermione has a strong sense of politics, and she said seriously, "The point is not whether he wants to, but whether he can."
"I don't want to go to war with Dumbledore as Crouch's army," Ron said angrily.
Hermione also felt that the scene was very bad, at least for them, it was not a good thing.
While they were talking about the possibility of Hogwarts' future, Umbridge's investigation was quietly underway.
In class, Umbridge can always be seen.
Professor Flitwick conducted the orchestra practice, and Umbridge showed up uninvited.
Professor Flitwick had a helpless expression on his face, and his helplessness was shattered when Umbridge took out the ruler.
Snape could always feel a line of sight from the corner in class, and the beautiful words he was brewing were held back.
Professor McGonagall hated being told what to do in his class, and Umbridge did all of these things.
Even later, Professor McGonagall had a quarrel with Umbridge.
The male and female students who were together were forcibly separated because of Umbridge's passing by, and the students who wore distinctive clothes were forcibly rectified.
In other words, even if it was a passing dog, Umbridge would point it out.
The desire to control is so strong that it makes people feel suffocated.
John watched as Tom came back and spun irritably in circles, as if he wanted to bite something to vent his anger.
"The effect seems a bit too outstanding." John was lost in thought.
He originally wanted to use Umbridge to reduce Dumbledore's prestige, but the effect was too good.
He still underestimated Umbridge, and now the whole of Hogwarts is complaining.
There are not many complaints about the Ministry of Magic, after all, there is another professor sent by the Ministry of Magic here.
Professor Hilde is widely acclaimed because he teaches knowledge points that the previous professors did not teach, and he does not have to worry about which terrible guy becomes it.
Judging by the way Ozzy Heard and Umbridge were at loggerheads, no one would have thought that the Ministry of Magic had deliberately sent someone to torture them.
Dumbledore temporarily resigned from the position of principal, but the students who were counting on him to save did not get a response.
Facing the enemy, the strong will find a way to reverse the situation, while the weak will point their finger at the capable people.
Obviously, Hogwarts is still dominated by the weak.
They listen to gossip and attack the strong.
How indulgent Dumbledore used to be, how they complain now.
Why, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, can't you fight for better treatment for us.
You are Dumbledore, the strongest in the wizarding world.
You should stand with us.
Perhaps for Dumbledore, the current situation is not unacceptable.
But the complaints of the students have quietly emerged.
...
Hogsmeade.
John accompanied Daphne to Wenrenju.
Although John feels that the stationery here should not be as good as his own, Daphne likes to come here to buy.
In addition to ink and quills, I also bought some parchment.
"What do you think of this color?" Daphne asked with great interest while holding the sky blue ink, just like a little girl asking if it looks good when she gets a new dress.
John picked it up and looked at it, and said strangely: "This is invisible ink, you want to write a secret?"
"Ah?" Daphne said in a panic, "No, I just took it casually."
"The secrecy of this kind of ink is not strong." John shook his head and said, "A revealing spell will make it reveal itself."
Putting the ink back, John said softly, "If you want some sort of security ink, I can give you better ones."
"Okay." Daphne was a little disappointed.
John looked out, raising an eyebrow.
Daphne noticed his expression and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Are you interested in going to a new place?"
Daphne gladly accepts John's invitation.
They walked out of the Literary Habitat, and John contributed his small bag and put the quill in it.
Recalling how quickly Daphne consumed ink and quills, he said as he walked, "If you don't mind...."
"What?" Daphne approached John, reached out and grabbed the sleeve quietly.
John thought for a while and said, "I can make you a new quill."
"That's great." Daphne said pleasantly.
Upon arriving at the destination, the smile on Daphne's face was a little stiff.
Pushing the door open, there was a strong smell of lamb inside.
The environment inside is not very good either.
The bay windows were so thick with grime that the light from outside could hardly penetrate, and the rough wooden table was lit with candle stubs and a thick layer of dust.
The mug looked like it hadn't been washed.
Daphne, as a rich and well-off family, has disgust written all over her pretty face.
The bar owner saw John and seemed a little surprised why he didn't come over in disguise this time.
Came to a small table and sat down, John nodded the table and chairs, the dust and oil on them peeled off.
People even feel that this is a newly bought table.
Taking out a bottle of silver wine from the small bag, John conjured two cups in his hand.
"You can't bring your own alcohol here." The boss is an old man with a weird temper, tall and thin, with long gray hair and beard.
At this moment, he stared at John with a bad face.
There were still a few people in the bar, and they looked at John playfully.
A little boy with a little girl.
This is their impression of John.
I want to see how this little boy will not make a fool of himself in front of girls.
Joking eyes focused on John.
He opened the wine bottle on his own, and a scent of wine wafted out, as if to seduce some people's gluttons.
The wine is poured into a clean and clear crystal goblet, and the taste is even more fragrant.
"Gollum."
I don't know who made the sound, but it seems to be attracted.
The wine glass was filled with a third, and John handed it to Daphne in a gentlemanly manner.
Daphne Meimei smiled and said thank you.
The bar owner was about to explode, his chest heaved violently, and then...
Turned back to the bar.
People who want to watch the show are stupid. Is this still the owner of the pig's head bar?
Like a prince and princess living among the people, the two acted like no one else, drinking high-end wine that was incompatible with this place.
...
hall.
The three little ones gathered together, Hermione whispered.
Ron stuffed the sausage in his mouth and mumbled, "What?"
"Don't you find it strange," Hermione whispered, looking around, "the Ministry of Magic suddenly intervened in Hogwarts education."
"Barty Crouch came to power to reform, isn't that what you said last time?" Ron finally swallowed what was in his mouth.
Hermione's eyes widened, irritated.
Harry said suddenly, "Voldemort."
"What?" Ron looked in surprise.
Harry continued, "Crouch knows the news of Voldemort's return, and he is training students to have the power to protect themselves."
He said, looking at Neville, who was buried in the letter, and said in a deep voice: "Crouch is very dissatisfied with Dumbledore's teaching, he hopes to have his own army."
"Army?!" Ron exclaimed, leaning over and whispering, "You mean the Ministry of Magic wants to use Hogwarts as an arsenal?"
"I'm afraid so." Harry said to himself, "Crouch is not only dissatisfied with education, but also dissatisfied with Dumbledore's current prestige. He wants to increase the influence of the Ministry of Magic."
Hermione interrupted, "That's a good thing, I mean, as long as he's willing to deal with You-Know-Who."
"It's also possible that Voldemort will be targeting Hogwarts."
Harry has an extra keen eye for certain things.
"But Crouch picked the wrong partner," Ron said, looking at the back of Harry's hand, cursing, "Umbridge is not a good man."
"One question," Hermione asked suspiciously, "why didn't Crouch join forces with Dumbledore?"
"He doesn't like Dumbledore's prestige," said Harry analytically, "or rather, he sees no difference between Dumbledore and Voldemort."
A White Lord and a Dark Lord.
Hermione gasped, it wasn't a good thing.
In their view, Dumbledore has never had such ambitions, and Crouch's unreasonable suspicion may cause some bad things to happen.
Ron said indignantly, "I can swear Dumbledore never wanted to run the wizarding world."
"But he has the ability, doesn't he." Hermione has a strong sense of politics, and she said seriously, "The point is not whether he wants to, but whether he can."
"I don't want to go to war with Dumbledore as Crouch's army," Ron said angrily.
Hermione also felt that the scene was very bad, at least for them, it was not a good thing.
While they were talking about the possibility of Hogwarts' future, Umbridge's investigation was quietly underway.
In class, Umbridge can always be seen.
Professor Flitwick conducted the orchestra practice, and Umbridge showed up uninvited.
Professor Flitwick had a helpless expression on his face, and his helplessness was shattered when Umbridge took out the ruler.
Snape could always feel a line of sight from the corner in class, and the beautiful words he was brewing were held back.
Professor McGonagall hated being told what to do in his class, and Umbridge did all of these things.
Even later, Professor McGonagall had a quarrel with Umbridge.
The male and female students who were together were forcibly separated because of Umbridge's passing by, and the students who wore distinctive clothes were forcibly rectified.
In other words, even if it was a passing dog, Umbridge would point it out.
The desire to control is so strong that it makes people feel suffocated.
John watched as Tom came back and spun irritably in circles, as if he wanted to bite something to vent his anger.
"The effect seems a bit too outstanding." John was lost in thought.
He originally wanted to use Umbridge to reduce Dumbledore's prestige, but the effect was too good.
He still underestimated Umbridge, and now the whole of Hogwarts is complaining.
There are not many complaints about the Ministry of Magic, after all, there is another professor sent by the Ministry of Magic here.
Professor Hilde is widely acclaimed because he teaches knowledge points that the previous professors did not teach, and he does not have to worry about which terrible guy becomes it.
Judging by the way Ozzy Heard and Umbridge were at loggerheads, no one would have thought that the Ministry of Magic had deliberately sent someone to torture them.
Dumbledore temporarily resigned from the position of principal, but the students who were counting on him to save did not get a response.
Facing the enemy, the strong will find a way to reverse the situation, while the weak will point their finger at the capable people.
Obviously, Hogwarts is still dominated by the weak.
They listen to gossip and attack the strong.
How indulgent Dumbledore used to be, how they complain now.
Why, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, can't you fight for better treatment for us.
You are Dumbledore, the strongest in the wizarding world.
You should stand with us.
Perhaps for Dumbledore, the current situation is not unacceptable.
But the complaints of the students have quietly emerged.
...
Hogsmeade.
John accompanied Daphne to Wenrenju.
Although John feels that the stationery here should not be as good as his own, Daphne likes to come here to buy.
In addition to ink and quills, I also bought some parchment.
"What do you think of this color?" Daphne asked with great interest while holding the sky blue ink, just like a little girl asking if it looks good when she gets a new dress.
John picked it up and looked at it, and said strangely: "This is invisible ink, you want to write a secret?"
"Ah?" Daphne said in a panic, "No, I just took it casually."
"The secrecy of this kind of ink is not strong." John shook his head and said, "A revealing spell will make it reveal itself."
Putting the ink back, John said softly, "If you want some sort of security ink, I can give you better ones."
"Okay." Daphne was a little disappointed.
John looked out, raising an eyebrow.
Daphne noticed his expression and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Are you interested in going to a new place?"
Daphne gladly accepts John's invitation.
They walked out of the Literary Habitat, and John contributed his small bag and put the quill in it.
Recalling how quickly Daphne consumed ink and quills, he said as he walked, "If you don't mind...."
"What?" Daphne approached John, reached out and grabbed the sleeve quietly.
John thought for a while and said, "I can make you a new quill."
"That's great." Daphne said pleasantly.
Upon arriving at the destination, the smile on Daphne's face was a little stiff.
Pushing the door open, there was a strong smell of lamb inside.
The environment inside is not very good either.
The bay windows were so thick with grime that the light from outside could hardly penetrate, and the rough wooden table was lit with candle stubs and a thick layer of dust.
The mug looked like it hadn't been washed.
Daphne, as a rich and well-off family, has disgust written all over her pretty face.
The bar owner saw John and seemed a little surprised why he didn't come over in disguise this time.
Came to a small table and sat down, John nodded the table and chairs, the dust and oil on them peeled off.
People even feel that this is a newly bought table.
Taking out a bottle of silver wine from the small bag, John conjured two cups in his hand.
"You can't bring your own alcohol here." The boss is an old man with a weird temper, tall and thin, with long gray hair and beard.
At this moment, he stared at John with a bad face.
There were still a few people in the bar, and they looked at John playfully.
A little boy with a little girl.
This is their impression of John.
I want to see how this little boy will not make a fool of himself in front of girls.
Joking eyes focused on John.
He opened the wine bottle on his own, and a scent of wine wafted out, as if to seduce some people's gluttons.
The wine is poured into a clean and clear crystal goblet, and the taste is even more fragrant.
"Gollum."
I don't know who made the sound, but it seems to be attracted.
The wine glass was filled with a third, and John handed it to Daphne in a gentlemanly manner.
Daphne Meimei smiled and said thank you.
The bar owner was about to explode, his chest heaved violently, and then...
Turned back to the bar.
People who want to watch the show are stupid. Is this still the owner of the pig's head bar?
Like a prince and princess living among the people, the two acted like no one else, drinking high-end wine that was incompatible with this place.
...
