Chapter 882 Another Education Order

"What are you doing? Is Malfoy provoking you again, and George..." Hermione, who had just rushed over, had an indescribable expression on her face. It couldn't be said to be a complaint, but more of a helplessness. Harry There's never anything good to do with Malfoy.

"How will Mrs. Hoch handle it?" Hermione asked. Harry and George stood silently beside her. The two of them obviously had not withdrawn from the previous excitement.

"Professor McGonagall, I will take them there now..." Fan Lin said, "Okay, we will be back in a while, don't worry."

Hermione nodded, and the three of them walked out of the Quidditch field without saying a word.

At the entrance of the hall, the audience's howling and teasing gradually became quieter. They could hear no other sounds, only their own footsteps. Harry was aware that something was still struggling in his right hand, the knuckles of which had been bruised from where he'd struck Malfoy's jaw.

Look, Harry saw the Snitch's little silver wings emerging from his fingers, struggling to escape.

"Harry, you have to be careful. I think Umbridge will not miss this opportunity, so you two..." Fan Lin opened his mouth, and then his eyes fell on Harry's hand. , the Stingy Snitch is still in his hand.

Speaking of which, Harry and the Golden Snitch were really destined. Whether it was from the first year to Dumbledore's death, the Snitch's trajectory ran through the most important period of Harry's life.

Just as they were approaching Professor McGonagall's office, she caught up with them in the corridor.

Professor McGonagall was wearing a Gryffindor scarf, but she took it off as she strode towards them, her face bruised.

"Get in!" she said angrily, pointing to the door, and Harry and George entered. "And you, you come in too."

Professor McGonagall said to Fan Lin unceremoniously.

Fanlin was a little helpless. What was his responsibility as the president of the student union?

Who knows what kind of responsibility this is, but he doesn't understand it at all. The establishment of DA is already the greatest effort he can make, although it is only in compliance with the rules of development.

McGonagall strode behind her desk and watched them, shaking with excitement as she threw the Gryffindor scarf to the floor.

"So?" she said, "I saw such disgraceful behavior. You two! Give me a reason!"

"Malfoy was provocative," Harry said stubbornly, regardless of Fanlin's expression.

"Provoking you?" cried Professor McGonagall, slamming her fist on the table so that her checkered tin rolled aside and shook open, sending the pale yellow salamander crawling to the ground.

"He just lost, didn't he? Of course he would be provocative! But what on earth could he say to make you two like this..."

"He insulted my parents," George roared. "And Harry's mother."

"But instead of letting Mrs. Hodge handle it, you two decided to show everyone a Muggle-style duel, didn't you? And you, don't tell me you couldn't stop it. I had already watched it before it happened. It's time for you to be at the venue." Professor McGonagall roared, taking Fan Lin's part with him, which made Fan Lin a little stunned. Is this an unreasonable disaster?

"Do you understand what you did-?"

"Cough, cough." A discordant voice sounded from behind.

Harry, Fanlin and George all turned around.

Umbridge stood at the door, wrapped in a green tweed cloak, which made her look particularly like a toad. She wore a sinister, disgusting and ominous smile. Harry immediately had a premonition of what was coming. suffering.

"Can I help, Professor McGonagall?" Umbridge asked in her sweetest, poisonous voice. Professor McGonagall's face turned red.

"Help?" she repeated in a controlled tone. "What do you mean, help?"

Umbridge walked into the office, still wearing her sickening smile. "Why? I thought you might appreciate a little extra authority."

Harry wasn't surprised to see Professor McGonagall breathing heavily from her nostrils.

"You're wrong," McGonagall said, turning her back to Umbridge. "Now, you two, listen carefully to me. I don't care how Malfoy provoked you. I don't care whether he insulted everyone in your family. Your behavior is shameful. I will punish you each with a prison sentence." Weekly detention! Don't look at me like that, Potter, you deserve it! And it's you, Al, who will be responsible, and if any of you ever-"

"Cough, cough." Professor McGonagall closed her eyes as if begging for patience, and then turned to Professor Umbridge. "how?"

"I think the punishment should be heavier than confinement," Umbridge said with what she thought was a sweet smile. Fan Lin felt that Umbridge's face was a little distorted, but...

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened.

"Unfortunately," said Professor McGonagall, trying to put on a smile that made her look like she had lockjaw. "Since they are in my house, it is up to me to decide what the punishment will be, Dolores. ”

"Oh, yes, Minerva, in fact, it was like this before, but..." Professor Umbridge said with a fake smile, "Soon, I think you will find that it is me who should decide. Now, Where'd it go? Secretary Connelly just sent it over... I mean," she smiled falsely, rummaging around in her handbag.

"Just sent over from the Ministry of Magic...here..." She pulled out a piece of parchment and unfolded it, clearing her throat fussily before starting to read.

"Cough, cough. Article 25 of the Education Act."

"Another one!" Professor McGonagall shouted fiercely. "Oh, yes," Umbridge said, still smiling. "Actually, Minerva, you were the one who made me think we needed to improve a little bit more...remember how you ignored me when I didn't want the Gryffindor Quidditch team to be reorganized? How did you pull this off? Go to Dumbledore and he insists on forming this team? Well, now, it won't happen to me again. I immediately contacted the Ministry of Magic and they agreed with me, that is, the High Attorney. An official has the right to take away a student's privileges, otherwise she - which means me - would have less power than an ordinary teacher! You see now, don't you? Minerva, how smart I am to prevent the reorganization of the Gryffindor team. Huh? Horrible temper... Anyway, I'm going to read the amendment... Hey, hey... From now on, the senior prosecutor has the highest authority in deciding the punishment, reward and exemption of students from Gvarz, And have the power to change decisions made by other teachers to punish, reward or exempt students from privileges. Signed by the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, etc. "

Umbridge rolled up the parchment and put it back in her bag, still smiling. "So... I really think these two should be banned from playing Quidditch ever again," she said, looking from Harry to George and back. Harry felt the Snitch swinging wildly in his hands.

"Forbid us?" Harry said in disbelief, his voice sounding very far away, "Play Quidditch... no more?"

"Yes, Mr. Potter, I think banning you from playing for the rest of your life will have some effect," Umbridge said, laughing even harder when she saw Harry trying to make sense of her words. "You and this Weasley. Also I think, for safety reasons, the young man's twin should also be banned - if his teammates hadn't pulled him, I'm sure he would have attacked young Mr Malfoy as well. Of course I Their brooms will be confiscated. They will be kept safely in my office in case they do anything wrong, Professor McGonagall."

She turned back and continued. Professor McGonagall stood there as quietly as an ice sculpture, staring at her. "The rest of the team can continue playing, I don't see any signs of violence from them." (To be continued)