HP: For a better world

"Oh." Fudge ignored her question and asked slowly, "The letter said that they have discussed with the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Sports and the sincere hope to jointly host this event with the three ancient magic schools."

"About this, Mr. Minister," Umbridge said sweetly, "France has applied to the Ministry for a meeting with you. The document is with the Secretary General, you can ask her for a copy later."

Fudge picked up a monocle and held it to his eyes, leaning forward to read the words at the bottom of the letter.

"Oh..." Fudge cried out in a rhythmic voice. His face was full of surprise: "Germany actually wanted to let Hogwarts host this year's event from the beginning. It's really rare."

"Perhaps I trust you too much..." Umbridge was about to flatter her boss's backer, but she saw Fudge's face suddenly turn ugly.

"Believe old be..." Umbridge had a guess in her mind, as if she blurted it out inadvertently. She forced herself to twist the words as soon as they came out, and quickly covered her mouth and glanced at her boss.

"—believe in Mr. Dumbledore."

Fudge paused for a long time after hearing this title, then frowned and scolded: "How can you call Mr. Dumbledore like this? He is a great wizard. You are so offensive, Dolores."

Umbridge smiled apologetically.

But Umbridge saw her opportunity - the Minister was genuinely having a rift with Dumbledore over something.

Then Fudge looked at the letter again, and after a while he asked casually, "Oh, by the way, which wizard academy are you from?"

Umbridge immediately understood and bowed even deeper, "It's Slytherin, Minister."

Fudge nodded thoughtfully and said "No wonder".

Umbridge bowed her head respectfully.

"I know you Slytherins always have a lot of complaints about Dumbledore. Don't say that next time." He said majestically.

Having said that, Fudge no longer had the intention to kick anyone out.

On the contrary, I feel that she is lively and not afraid of authority, which is why she said that.

God knows Umbridge is already over 40, with a flabby complexion, a short, fat body and a round face.

Fudge ordered: "Go and call the secretary general to me."

……

As soon as Umbridge came out, the whispers outside suddenly disappeared. She looked at them with a smug look in her eyes, twisted her waist and left them a proud back view, then walked to the secretary's office and repeated Fudge's order in a delicate voice.

Several people rolled their eyes behind her back and muttered bad things about Umbridge.

"Wasn't she scolded by the angry minister?" Secretary A whispered to Secretary B next to him in surprise.

"Who knows? This is not the first or second time she has gotten away with it. Look how proud she is. I would have thought she had become a minister." Secretary B rolled his eyes and said sarcastically.

Secretary C came over and said, "If she had become Minister, she would have posted her pink cats all over the Ministry of Magic and wanted everyone to accept her bad aesthetics."

"Pfft!" x2

Secretary A and Secretary B couldn't help laughing quietly.

"You're the only one with a bad mouth." Secretary A smiled and glanced at her.

"Ahem—" The three of them quickly straightened their sitting posture, restrained their expressions, and continued to deal with paperwork seriously.

The Secretary strode past them, and Umbridge followed her in a menacing manner, glaring at them.

Secretary A sneered back.

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— Hogwarts —

Although Harry, who was looking forward to the Quidditch game, ended up encountering Dementors, the Slytherins were completely overjoyed.

They only cared that Draco won the Golden Snitch and beat Gryffindor by 110 points. They didn't care how he won. In any case, he won. Even Dumbledore didn't raise any objection to the result of the game.

"Malfoy is our king~"

"One is better than six."

"He is the only one who can defeat Potter~"

"This year's Academy Cup has snake teeth."

(Malfoy is our king

One is better than the six

beat potter just him

House cup vest in Green）

As soon as Winster walked into the hall, he heard the Slytherins singing joyfully. Even the strong wind and rain on the top of the hall could not dampen their excitement.

Harry sat at the dining table with a grim face, fork in hand, glaring at Malfoy who was sitting smugly in the center of Slytherin.

Crabbe and Goyle stood beside Malfoy like two bodyguards. Every Slytherin who passed the Gryffindor seat had to sing this short song.

Snape sat at the top and ate his breakfast, turning a deaf ear to the words. Professor McGonagall had not yet come to see the situation that would have made her furious.

Ron was still counting on his fingers stupidly. "That's not right, Harry. There are seven people in Quidditch. There's no way Malfoy can beat seven of us. They couldn't have made up the song wrong."

Harry squeezed out a sound from between his teeth: "Now I just want to give Malfoy a fork and kill his arrogant face."

Ron said immediately, "I support you, Harry. I can throw this cake at Crabbe and Goyle first - they will definitely go to catch the small cake first, and then you rush up and punch Malfoy head-on."

Harry looked thrilled.

But at this moment, two hands pressed down on their heads.

"Fool."

"Little Ronnie."

The twins appeared behind them, one hand on the other's shoulder, "What crazy ideas are you giving Harry?"

Fred: "Let me hear it, oh - in front of the whole school."

George: "Give the Malfoy boy a punch?"

They all said in unison: “This is amazing.”

Fred said hypocritically, "Yeah, I never thought of that, George."

George nodded. "Beating another of the old bat's close students right in front of him. Who could have come up with such a genius idea?"

"Only our mommy's darling little Ronnie."

The twins looked at each other and sighed at their younger brother's IQ.

Ron blushed and slapped George's hand off his head.

"Fred, George." Harry shouted helplessly, shaking his hair that was messed up by Fred - although it didn't look any messier.

The twins smiled and sat down next to Harry from the seat vacated nearby.

"It's only a loss, Harry." Fred put his arm around Harry's shoulder and said, "Gryffindor had lost the House Cup for seven years in a row before you came -"

"Seven years—" George repeated bitterly.

"If you listened to Ron and punched Malfoy right now -"

"It's refreshing! Very refreshing!" George said immediately.

(“Hey, man, don’t mess with that,” Fred yelled.)

"Ahem, ahem, I mean the old bat also feels very relieved, that's right." George nodded affirmatively to his words.

Fred brought the subject back to the topic: "I bet if you rushed up and punched Malfoy right now, the old bat would immediately jump up from the teacher's seat and seize every opportunity to deprive Gryffindor of the house cup."

Harry glanced up secretly when he heard this, and sure enough, he saw Snape glancing down from time to time.

"Guess how many points he'll take from Gryffindor?"

"Fifty," George said, holding out a fist.

"Then I bet a hundred." Fred also stretched out a fist and bumped with him.

"What's the bet?"

"Whoever wins comes."

They both smiled knowingly.

Harry was confused. "Didn't you just advise us not to rush forward now?"

"Yeah," Fred drawled.

"But after thinking about it, we feel that stopping you will only make you more excited." George extended a hand.

"Fifty points isn't a big deal. Everyone gets deducted points. Isn't that right, Ron?"

Ron clenched his fists and just wanted to punch the two brothers who always called their younger brother a fool.

"Remember to stay away from Professor McGonagall—"

The twins stood up in unison again and walked away.

"Uh..." Harry looked at Ron hesitantly, "Are we still fighting?"

Ron tore a chicken leg apart with his mouth angrily, chewing it with gnashing teeth, not knowing who he was venting his anger on: "What are we fighting for? Is this going to become a bet between Fred and George? I don't want them to succeed!"

But didn't they make the bet just to force you to stop? Harry looked at his good brother, hesitant to speak.

"…Malfoy is our king. One is better than six…Malfoy is our king. He is the only one who can defeat Potter through the storm and rain. This year's House Cup belongs to the snake—"

The Slytherin voices began to sing again.

Harry and Ron both held their breath and cleared the food in front of them, trying to leave this terrible place as soon as possible.

Winster wiped his face and quietly asked Luo, who was sitting next to him, "…Who came up with this idea? Is it to provoke Gryffindor?" Winster felt that it was very similar to the song "Weasley is our King" that the Slytherins made up to mock Weasley, except that the song they were singing now only had a few short sentences. The song was different every time it was repeated.

Luo Ou also had a wooden face, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "...You have to ask Mike about this." He pointed a finger at Mike who was shaking his head and singing along.

Seeing the finger coming, Mike stopped and scratched the back of his head awkwardly: "Uh, uh, Luo, why are you pointing at me?"

Winster lowered his voice and asked him, "Is this a song you made up?"

Mike answered readily: "No, Colen made it up." He took away the book that Colen was blocking in front of his eyes and exposed Colen.

Kelun pulled the book back with a smile: "I... I made it up when I heard Mike and Carl discussing the game."

Coren was also one of the few students who was not interested in Quidditch.

"What do you mean one is better than six?" asked Winston. "It doesn't sound like you're scolding Gryffindor to me."

Mike glanced to the side.

"You're scolding the other members of the Slytherin team for not scoring many goals. Six of them are not as useful as Malfoy."

Luo's brows suddenly relaxed.

"But they seem to think that they are saying that the other six members of the Gryffindor team don't matter because they can only win with Potter, so Malfoy alone can beat Gryffindor by beating Potter," said Coren.

The corner of Winster's mouth twitched.

So the song they were singing was actually insulting their teammates? Do they know that you guys are doing this to them?

"…So, have you spread your true meaning?"

Six people are no match for one person, so that means everyone else is trash.

When talking about this, Mike's eyebrows lit up: "We are going to wait for them to sing all the songs first - if you ask me, their whole team played terribly and only committed fouls."

"So we followed Luo's advice and first pulled out a target and blew it up before alienating them."

Winster looked at Luoou, only to see Luoou nodded slightly to him to indicate that this was indeed the case.

This was the method they had discussed before whether to retaliate against the purebloods who broke up the organization. Although they did not have the ability to directly confront one of the families, it was still easy to let them fight each other. Winster recommended the method of "a tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind." The main idea was to take advantage of the competitive ambitions of the Slytherins.

Judging from the way Malfoy was enjoying it, I'm afraid he hasn't realized the real meaning of the song.

Winster twirled the small pendant hanging on his chest thoughtfully.