The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"Traitor... isn't this what a traitor is?"

"Little Ronnie, it looks like you're not the stupidest one... Percy is the stupidest idiot!"

Many people thought that the Ministry of Magic would be written in the latest "The Quibbler", but they didn't expect that it would be written in the "Daily Prophet" brought by Hermione's Mercury in the morning.

At the top of the cover is Dolores Umbridge's hideously smiling face.

"The Ministry of Magic seeks educational reforms... Umbridge, as Senior Inquisitor, will have all... punishments, sanctions and disenfranchisements... and the right to modify the powers of teachers?"

Hermione, unbelievably like seeing Cyrus hugging everyone else at Christmas, read aloud, gathering the breakfast crowd around her.

To be honest, because they seldom go to the club, most of the time, they gather in the auditorium during meals and chat.

"Look at that idiot Percy...Assistant Minister~ Doesn't he know that Fudge and his colleagues have been bullying Dad? Just because of Headmaster Dumbledore, Dad has almost been dismissed..."

George was a little annoyed, while Fred ignored Percy in the newspaper who was standing next to Fudge, looking serious at the camera, and poured a glass of milk for Stitch on the table.

'No.20 Order No. [-], investigators have the right to examine her colleagues and students, and secondly, gatherings are prohibited within Hogwarts...No organization can be established without permission...'

"Where is it? Where is it..." Cyrus flipped through the newspaper, but found that he couldn't find the No.60 order he wanted.

"Sirius said that the Ministry of Magic is afraid of Principal Dumbledore." Harry stretched out his sleeves, revealing the white bandages tied around his hands when he picked up a piece of bacon.

Of course he was so scared that he thought all of Hogwarts was Headmaster Dumbledore's army.

"What happened to your hand?" Cyrus asked him.

"No... nothing..." Harry dodged his eyes and waved his hands in boredom, "I accidentally made a mistake when using magic, by the way, just don't get caught by that old toad."

"Now Dumbledore can get a fair and objective evaluation, which is really gratifying." Malfoy's father also showed up, "You know... my child is in it, and I, like everyone else, owe it to Dumbledore And worried..."

"Nonsense!" Cedric threw the newspaper on the floor and accidentally knocked off the porridge bowl that Cho gave him.

Cedric is still the captain of Quidditch now, but since he is in the seventh grade this year, he doesn't have much time left. In addition, he can't fly, so he can only retire from the stage and serve as a coach.

He wanted to give up the captain to Zacharias, but the other party refused to accept it, declaring: 'We will talk about it after you graduate! '

What did the Daily Prophet say about Cedric?The Ministry of Magic actually said that Cedric had hallucinations due to the Cruciatus Curse, and that, like Harry Potter, he spread evil and grandstanding rumors?

"Sorry..." He suppressed his anger and said sincerely to Qiu Zhang beside him.

"It's okay, let's eat something first." Qiu shook his head and threw the newspaper aside, "Although your father is in the Ministry of Magic, he believes in you."

The tables of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were almost together, and a group of people gathered there, taking advantage of the breakfast time to discuss a lot, and Hermione also handed over the 'Wizard Society Investigation Project' to the Weasley twins.

However, Umbridge seems to have pinpointed the timing...

"What are you doing?" A chubby Umbridge wearing a pink fur collar came in, "If you have read the latest education law, you should know... illegal assembly is now prohibited"

"We were just chatting..." Colin hated this old woman, and he swore that if someone needed him, he would definitely take an ugly photo and post it in every corner of the castle!

"Are they just chatting?" She seemed to be asking someone.

"Chat? They are Principal Dumbledore's favorite students...Dear investigator" Malfoy came out from behind her like a mouse, "I heard that their club is...the most crowded"

The largest mutual aid society, including spells, wargame making, and...wizard laughter.

"Then, it's banned from now on, please sit back, everyone." Umbridge announced with a smile, "Of course~ If you still want it, please ask Mr. Cyrus and Miss Granger to come to the office in person."

No one listened to her, even if the senior investigator suddenly announced the disbandment of the mutual aid association that had lasted for four years this morning, everyone seemed to be "closed eyes and listening".

George and Fred were still throwing bread cubes into Stitch's mouth like shooting a basketball; Mandy was still calculating the flow of funds; Cedric was chatting and laughing with Qiu.

Some little Slytherins were persuaded to go back by Angelina, only a bunch of little snakes were still stubbornly scattered on the other three tables.

No matter how Daphne gestured, Astoria seemed to be blind, leaving behind Greengris's family training, and sat motionless beside Luna.

"Didn't you hear?" Umbridge's smile slowly froze, "I said - please - go back to your own table...Why are there magical animals in the castle?!"

"It's just a dog... haven't you seen a blue puppy that can stand upright?" Cyrus said impatiently, reaching out and rubbing Stitch's head.

"This is the auditorium..."

"This is the auditorium, and there is no rule in the auditorium that students must sit at the college table." Cyrus did not back down in the slightest, even though Harry was tugging at his sleeve, "That's just a representative...not a rule!"

Umbridge took a few deep breaths, and still reasoned well: "Look at you, this is like...Spider's End! The school should behave...all sit back..."

"That's none of my business, you'll have to ask someone else"

Cyrus and Hermione sat down, pressed their hands down, and the rest continued to do what they did. Hermione hugged her Crookshanks and observed everything quietly.

At the same time, Professor Sprout came out from behind Umbridge. She didn't sit on the teacher's seat, but came to the opposite of Cyrus on her own...

Professor Sprout didn't speak either, just quietly, and left after simply filling his stomach. The head of Hufflepuff seemed to express his dissatisfaction...or approval in a silent way.

"Pomona...you are a dean, how can you..." A false smile appeared on her face again.

"I am indeed a dean, so... please call me 'Professor Sprout', don't be too surprised, we sometimes have meals in the office." The dean glanced at Umbridge and the wizard behind him flatly. .

"This is against the rules~"

"We are only responsible for teaching, other than that, I am a wizard and a human just like them." Headmaster Hufflepuff didn't want to waste time here, and left in a hurry.

And Umbridge could only growl in her heart, she couldn't understand...

So did Vice-Headmaster McGonagall, so did Head Flitwick, even Severus Snape in Slytherin!Everyone is like an appointment.

It was herbal medicine class on Friday morning, Cyrus wiped his mouth and walked slowly to Umbridge's side, but his eyes were on the backs of the group of vested interests and oppressors.

He flicked the prefect's badge lightly.

"If I remember correctly, Draco also has an unreported club?"

"Of course~ I did..." Draco Malfoy stood up, endured his nausea, and said to Umbridge, "Because I didn't get your approval, I have already disbanded immediately, and I will go to office?"

Malfoy looked at Cyrus proudly, but found that he was not angry. Cyrus' blue eyes narrowed into half moons, and Umbridge subconsciously took a step back.

Except for the hair, some looks are too much like Dumbledore...

"I don't know, respected Inspector Umbridge, can we still take back our 'prefect'?" Hermione was beside him, asking herself leisurely, "Sorry... this may need to be asked by the principal.. .”

"He's not at school anymore!" Umbridge said hurriedly, and she felt the air around her seem to thicken. "I think...disbanding the club is already a good lesson."

"Lesson?" Hermione murmured suspiciously, and left without manners.

She didn't think it was a lesson from the elders to the younger generation, but rather, Hermione saw it as the old world's fearful suppression of new things, which aroused her resistance even more.

And Cyrus knew Hermione so well, he winked at Malcolm before leaving.