The dinner was over, and the students went back to their college dormitories to rest and prepare for tomorrow's lessons. As for Ron, as the prefect of Gryffindor, he had to run to lecture the first-year students.
It is necessary to establish the prestige of the new prefect.
Dumbledore took Umbridge around Hogwarts, and McGonagall followed them as the vice-headmaster.
No one would have thought that even if Umbridge only stayed in school for less than half a day, he would leave an unexpected "gift" to the students of Hogwarts.
"I also spent my student days here." In the trophy showroom, Umbridge looked at the shining trophies in the cabinet, and made a look of nostalgia. Wrinkles are crowded together, but they don't know it.
The few people wandered around here for a while, then walked outside together, towards the Quidditch pitch.
"This is the Quidditch court." Dumbledore waved his cuffs and pointed towards the wide court. It was very empty, with occasional breezes passing by, and a bright moon poked his head out of the sky. , piercing through the clouds, elegant and quiet.
When it is busy, there are crowds of people here, both in the venue and in the stands.
"Looks good." She gave a bureaucratic smile.
She also participated in some management of the previous Quidditch World Cup. She still has some understanding of the popularity of this event, and she has no objection. It is said that it can also stimulate economic growth, so she did not show any obvious dislike.
With a "whoosh", a bright red Quaffle suddenly flew out from nowhere, extremely fast, and it slammed straight at Umbridge, and with a "clang", it hit her in the face. The woman didn't even make a sound, she just fell to the ground straight up.
"Who is it?" Professor McGonagall immediately pulled out his wand and looked around warily, with a more serious expression on his face.
The attack on the current Minister of Magic at Hogwarts is not good news for the school by any means.
"Minerva, relax, the student probably did it unintentionally." Dumbledore stretched out his wand, placed it on Umbridge's forehead and tapped it, the soft white light that symbolized healing flashed away .
As emergency treatment.
"Albus! How could anyone be training now, today is the first day..." Professor McGonagall pointed to the empty stadium, and said sternly, she thought it might be a premeditated attack.
She guessed right, but she didn't know the purpose of the person who planned the attack, let alone that the planner was right in front of her eyes.
"Okay, we'll discuss this later, I think we should wake her up now." Dumbledore said decisively.
"Resuscitate quickly." The old man's old voice sounded, and the powerful magic quickly brought Umbridge back to his senses.
"This sport is too dangerous, I want to ban it, ban it!" As soon as Umbridge woke up, he struggled to stand up quickly, and began to scream frantically, falling into a state of hysteria.
Professor McGonagall's face instantly became ugly.
And Dumbledore looked at this woman quietly with a half-smile expression on his face.
In the depths of the Forbidden Forest at this time, the faint moonlight poured down, and the air was a little bit cold. In the bushes covered with thorns, there were occasional rustling sounds, perhaps insects.
The centaur Firenze is standing on a black stone, the upper part of his body is kept in a backward posture, one eye is slightly squinted, the thumb of his left hand is raised up, and his right hand is raised, the cream-colored The horse's body stood firmly on the ground. This posture was obviously a throwing posture. It didn't last long, and then quickly recovered. He shook his thick and strong arm a few times, and moved his wrist.
"Is this the favorite sport of ordinary wizards? It's nothing interesting." He muttered to himself, shaking his head.
It seems that this is the so-called "culprit".
"Ms. Umbridge, my suggestion is that you'd better go to the school hospital as soon as possible, so as not to leave any sequelae." Looking back, wait until Umbridge has vented his manic emotions , Dumbledore smiled and slowly gave his suggestion.
"Yes, yes, take me to see a doctor, I feel a little dizzy now." Umbridge said exaggeratedly, and put his fingers on his forehead pretending to be weak, showing a painful expression, but looking at her It didn't look like there was any major problem with being so excited just now.
Purely physical damage, it is very difficult for a wizard to cause great damage.
In fact, as long as the old man is willing, even if Voldemort comes in person, it will be difficult to cause a little harm to the person he wants to protect.
So why did Umbridge get shot
This is a question worth thinking about.
On the second day, all Hogwarts students received a shocking news.
Hogwarts will temporarily cancel any Quidditch practice, and the Hogwarts intramural Quidditch competition may cease.
Last year there was a more exciting Goblet of Fire, and all the students had no complaints, but it was difficult for them to understand that the Quidditch competition was stopped this year.
Dolores Umbridge promulgated "Education Order No. 20": For the stability of Hogwarts and the safety of students, all activities related to Quidditch are temporarily prohibited.
"Why is that? Professor McGonagall, what happened? We need to stop Quidditch games, and even practice." After the class ended the next morning, the news had already spread.
Because the announcement was posted in the lounges of various colleges.
Harry went directly to Professor McGonagall's office after class.
Dumbledore is no longer at Hogwarts, and Professor McGonagall will take over the headmaster's duties. Soon the new acting headmaster will be selected by the Ministry of Magic and take office.
"I'm sorry, Potter, this is the decision of the Ministry of Magic. At least for now, Hogwarts can only abide by this decision temporarily."
"She must have a reason?" Harry said angrily.
"At least that's the obvious reason." Professor McGonagall didn't want to tell Harry the truth, and that wouldn't help.
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, and it could be seen that her mood was actually affected.
"In short, accept the status quo, we will try our best to restore it as soon as possible." Professor McGonagall reassured Harry. As a female fan, she actually had a hard time accepting it.
Harry felt very depressed.
He hadn't touched Quidditch for about a year, and the Goblet of Fire last school year took him a lot of time to prepare, and the Quidditch match was suspended that year.
That broom, the Firebolt, which symbolizes the best performance, has been eating ashes under the bottom of his box for a long time. He thought that he would see the light of day again soon, but he did not expect such an unexpected turning point now.
He hated that old woman more and more.
Only Umbridge has now left Hogwarts.
That's right, if you didn't go back overnight, how could such an education order be issued
The beginning of this semester seems to be a bad sign.