Sean smiled easily when he saw Hermione's earnest face as soon as he walked out of the cupboard door.

"It's all right, and I've got someone to protect them, Mr. Lupine."

The big stone in Hermione's heart just fell to the ground, and after taking a deep breath, she looked at Sean.

"Should we just stay at Hogwarts and do nothing else?"

Sean spread his hands helplessly: "At present, this is the safest behavior, but I am more worried about the Ministry of Magic."

He tried to contact Barty Crouch Jr. just now, but he could feel the Dark Mark belonging to Barty Jr., but the other party's Dark Mark did not respond.

This can only show one thing, Barty Crouch Jr. has been controlled.

What is unclear is whether the person controlling Barty Jr. is his father, who has broken free from the Imperius Curse, or the group of unknown behind-the-scenes forces.

If it is the latter, then the current composition of the British Ministry of Magic will be marked with a big question mark.

And Sean can't contact other Death Eaters rashly at this time. This group of terrorists have different ideas. After Vita Rozier played a play with Sean last semester, the identity of 'Voldemort' also It should be hidden.

With his eyes open and blind, if it wasn't for worrying about the current undercurrent situation, Sean even wanted to change his identity and go out to investigate by himself.

When several people walked out of the Room of Requirement and returned to the auditorium, most of the students had already dispersed, but there were still many people who were still waiting anxiously.

Those were the students whose families were at the center of the accident.

"Hey, Lee, what do the professors say?" Sean grabbed Lee Jordan, a friend of the Weasley twins and the narrator of the House Cup Quidditch.

"I've said a lot, but I haven't said anything," Lee Jordan spread his hands. "In the end, let us wait for the news, but now the owls are not allowed to fly, and many people have no idea."

"Li, you have so much news, have you ever heard of the fact that the Ministry of Magic even banned communication methods for Hogwarts students?" Sean asked.

Lee Jordan frowned and thought for a while: "Probably not, at least not in the many years since Filch took office—I, Fred and George have sneaked into his office. Filch has a special file cabinet to To record the major events that happened at Hogwarts, for Filch, more than three students’ night excursions is considered a major event, but there is no such news as prohibiting communication.”

The first ban... Sean couldn't help frowning.

And the next morning, Filch took a hammer and nailed a new policy on the bulletin board.

"Ministry of Magic Education Regulation No. 18 (conforms to the principle of emergency avoidance of secrecy law)..." Sean read out the name of the regulation.

"Starting today, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry cancels all extracurricular courses, and Hogsmeade Village is temporarily closed."

"In response to growing tensions, Owl Communications has been banned with immediate effect."

"At the same time, by the unanimous decision of the Ministry of Magic and the school board, senior investigators and personnel prohibited by the regulations will be sent to Hogwarts to monitor any violations."

"The Senior Investigator will have all the authority below that of the headmaster of Hogwarts..."

Below the big bold characters are the seal of the Ministry of Magic and a series of signatures in cursive script.

Sean frowned directly, couldn't it be Umbridge's pink toad again?

Moreover, has the situation become tense to this point? Is this approach sure not to arouse the rebellious psychology of the students?

Especially for young wizards born in Muggle families, the behavior of the Ministry of Magic is close to writing "I don't believe you mudbloods" on their faces.

As Sean expected, many young wizards born in Muggle families have already gritted their teeth, and even their expressions are quite gloomy.

Hermione's face was also not very good-looking, she suppressed her anger and whispered: "Don't tell us about the safety of our family, don't let us communicate with the outside world, and send people to monitor us?! God! Dumbledore doesn't care about these things Yet?!"

Sean looked up at the ceiling and shook his head silently.

This is one of the biggest differences between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

Although he is the most powerful wizard in the world, he doesn't even need to wear one of the suffixes. But he is still restricted by various official institutions, such as the Ministry of Magic, the International Federation of Wizards, or the Hogwarts Board of Trustees.

It wasn't that Dumbledore was incapable of overthrowing these institutions, but that he was unwilling to break the rules.

The more you think and the more you care, the more constraints you will have.

However, the conflict came sooner than Sean imagined.

In the afternoon, a Gryffindor student and a Slytherin student had a serious conflict. After the quarrel, the two pulled out their wands and aimed at each other.

Before the people around could even persuade them any more, they cast jinxes at each other.

The end result was that the Gryffindor was coughing up blood and the Slytherin had a shattered finger.

Both were sent to the infirmary, where it will take at least a week to recover.

It all started when the Gryffindor student, who was from a Muggle family at the center of the attack, was complaining to his friends about not being able to write to his family asking what was going on.

Coincidentally, the passing Slytherin student couldn't hold back his sarcasm.

"Ha, then it can only be said that luck is a bit bad."

These words were followed by a series of sarcastic laughter.

The Gryffindor students were enraged immediately, and after a quarrel, the Slytherin students directly cursed a Mudblood angrily.

The insulting words directly ignited the anger accumulated by the Gryffindor students, and they directly attacked with their wands.

"Add to the confusion..." Sean frowned immediately when he heard the news.

Some Slytherins have maintained their stupid pride of superiority, losing even the most basic capacity for empathy.

Sean, who was already upset, even considered whether to wait for the Slytherin student to be discharged from the hospital before sending him back.

The only thing that made him feel a little relieved was that most of the students turned to the Gryffindor student. As passionate young people, they could naturally understand this kind of passion.

The students of Slytherin College did not show too much indignation. On the one hand, because Voldemort did not rise, the relationship between Slytherin and other colleges was not as bad as in the original book; Come on, the guy who took the initiative to provoke and failed to win a big victory made them a little embarrassed, and the professors also clearly expressed their intentions.

Both students will be in solitary confinement after their injuries, but the confinement of the Slytherin students is much more severe than that of the Gryffindor students.

The little snakes who are good at observing the words and demeanor of the strong closed their mouths wisely.

Just when the episode other than Sean had passed, the senior investigator of the Ministry of Magic officially came to Hogwarts.

"Damn it..." Sean felt nauseated when he saw the person coming.

The pink and tacky coat, the short and thick figure, and the disgusting smile that is fake and sweet.

It was Dolores Jane Umbridge.

At the dinner, looking at Umbridge sitting on the teacher's table, Hermione whispered to Sean, "That's the new senior investigator, frankly speaking, it looks a bit uncomfortable-although it's a bit uncomfortable for me to judge people by their appearance. Rude, if she's a nice person, I'll apologize."

Hermione's sixth sense is really accurate...

Sean curled his lips: "I think your vision of people is very accurate. To be honest, we may not have a good life."

Daisy asked incomprehensibly, "Why do you say that?"

"Well, you know, I also have some information channels in the Ministry of Magic, and this Umbridge has a pretty bad reputation."

Hermione immediately turned pale with shock: "Everyone in the Ministry of Magic thinks this person is not good? God..."

"Ding, ding, ding." Just as he was speaking, there was the sound of a spoon hitting the gold cup.

That was usually Professor Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall's way of reminding the students to quiet down and listen to them, and Professor Dumbledore was often away from school these days.

The students looked up, and the mug-beater had stood up and walked to the place where Dumbledore had been giving his speech.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, newcomers to the wizarding world, the future of this country, boys." Not a trace of sincerity, just a perfunctory official smile.

On the teacher's desk, Professor McGonagall frowned.

"Please allow me to introduce myself, Dolores Jane Umbridge, a senior investigator of the Ministry of Magic. My task occupation includes but is not limited to what you see on the bulletin board today." Umri Odd is arrogant, with short and thick fingers crossed on his waist.

Dumbledore is not here, and Umbridge's behavior is a great disrespect to Professor McGonagall, the vice-headmaster.

"Looks like an elegant toad..." Sean heard Fred's sneer at the Gryffindor table.

He is usually most afraid of Professor McGonagall, but he also respects this professor the most.

It's getting a little louder.

Umbridge paused, with a fake smile still on his face, but his tone became more annoying.

"Our new minister and the chairman of the International Federation of Wizards both believe that the quality of the current magic school students is worrying. It coincides with this moment of tension. In addition to implementing the regulations," Umbridge smiled sharply, "Minister It also gave me the right to help Hogwarts students improve their personal qualities."

The students looked at Professor McGonagall blankly.

But Professor McGonagall just looked livid and didn't stand up to object, obviously acquiescing to the other party's statement.

"Now, please take the initiative to stand up to that student just now, and you will get a small punishment for your impoliteness," Umbridge said.

There was no sound in the auditorium, Fred just secretly smiled in his seat, without moving his butt.

Umbridge looked at the auditorium: "Aren't you going to stand up? I hope you won't affect the mood of everyone enjoying the dinner."

Still no one stood up.

Umbridge showed a disgusting smile, and she clapped her hands: "Very well, that's fine, if that student doesn't stand up, we'll just wait."

Professor McGonagall stood up.

Umbridge glanced back: "Professor McGonagall, this is the right given to me by the minister. Please don't forget that Hogwarts is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic."

She turned her head to look at the students again: "Did you not understand what I meant? I said, if that person doesn't come forward, then we'll just wait, yes, everyone."

There was an eerie silence in the auditorium.

Behind the hypocritical Umbridge, Professor McGonagall, who stood up with an ugly face, was dragged down by Professor Flitwick.

As time passed, the atmosphere in the auditorium became more and more strange.

Sean's face was as usual, but there was a flash of anger in his eyes.

This toad came up thinking of dividing the crowd...

After a while, there were more noisy and low-pitched discussions among the students in the auditorium, and many people had secretly turned their attention to Fred.

Umbridge obviously noticed their gazes, but she acted as if she didn't, still standing in that annoying posture, just waiting for Fred to stand up automatically.

Obviously, Fred didn't want his bad mouth to affect others, so he stood up readily.

"It's me, Professor, I'm sorry, I apologize to you."

Umbridge looked at him quietly, and then said, "No, what you need is not an apology, but a punishment. Come to my office tomorrow afternoon after class and before the dinner."

"Okay, I see." Fred said carelessly.

After speaking, he was ready to sit down directly.

"No, sir, please introduce yourself first, name, grade, college, and then apologize to others who have been influenced by you."

Fred's face turned livid, and Umbridge's eyes were already threatening.

Fred finally replied stiffly: "Fred Weasley, fifth grade, Gryffindor, I apologize to everyone."

There was a booing and jeering sound from the long Slytherin table.

"Insincere, Mr. Weasley, please stand up and eat, and others, please enjoy your dinner."

Professor McGonagall couldn't bear it anymore: "Professor Umbridge, Hogwarts will never use this kind of punishment to insult students!"

Umbridge just handed over a piece of regulations, and then showed a hypocritical smile: "I don't want to, Professor McGonagall, but this is an order from the Ministry, you know, the current students are too jumpy, the present The situation is tense and I have to make sure they mature quickly."

"To ensure that after they enter the society, they will not do anything that will affect the concealment of the wizarding world..." Umbridge dragged out his voice.

Professor McGonagall's complexion changed, UU reading www.uukanshu. com finally sat down dejectedly.

Dinner appeared on the long table, but the standing Fred was too conspicuous, and many people looked at the out-of-fit Fred while eating.

"This is an insult!" Hermione looked at Fred who was trying to keep his face normal, furious.

"It's not only an insult, but also an act of dividing students." Sean took a piece of steak and put it on the plate.

"Fred must be depressed during this period. Although he is usually careless, he actually has a lot of self-esteem." Daisy whispered.

"Obviously." Sean said as he took some food and put it on Daisy and Hermione's plates.

Under their puzzled eyes, Sean stood up holding the dinner plate.

"Change your posture to eat." He showed his white teeth.

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