Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

From the perspective of Muggles in the 20th century, Azkaban is a very post-modernist building. It is in the shape of an equilateral triangle with the same thickness at the top and bottom. The three corners are not connected, leaving three deep lines from top to bottom. The gap, this is the channel for the dementors to float in and out. As for whether the terrain inside is complicated or not, the wizards living outside naturally don't know, and the few officials of the Ministry of Magic who can enter are now struggling to face the ever-changing situation. The largest wizarding prison guard escape without authorization.

That's right, there is no typographical error in the Daily Prophet, it's just that the jailer escaped.

Almost all the dementors guarding Azkaban left the island in the sea, while the heinous Death Eaters and criminals were all lying in their cells, crazily laughing or screaming at the people who came to see, and no one seemed to be there. Knowing that they only need to find a way to open the rusty lock, and then swim a few kilometers of sea to be free-of course, this is a fairy tale for Muggles, but it is obviously not for wizards. Many excellent prisoners do not have The wand can still open the door and escape.

The Ministry of Magic blamed all this on the dementors having unknown habits, or some accidents that caused them to escape the control of the Ministry of Magic collectively. Booklet, the nearest sky in the UK has completely lost the sun, and it is foggy everywhere.

All the prisoners were still in prison, something Fudge had repeatedly emphasized.

The dementor's unauthorized escape was just an accident, a complete accident, and had nothing to do with any conspiracy, or even the rumors of some mysterious people that have been popular recently.

Then, there are overwhelming new laws and regulations on education.

——The Ministry of Magic decided to reform the existing direction of school education and sent Ministry of Magic officials to Hogwarts.

Damn it, there are still 80.00% of the parents who are more supportive.

"There's no worse news than this."

The Daily Prophet was being passed around among the students, and almost everyone was gawking at the one sitting on the professor's chair, wearing a big pink cardigan, with a face like a frog, but imitating a girl's shrill voice A woman with a charming smile.

"I believe my father and the others probably don't know what happened in the castle yesterday."

"Maybe my father and the others support this education order just because they are dissatisfied with Dumbledore?"

"Perhaps it's because we have to change a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor every year? Speaking of which, what the hell is the headmaster doing this time? Do you think there are two professors teaching Dark Arts at the same time, and the curse doesn't know who to turn to? Giant No wonder it would be so stupid."

"Forget it, what can the Ministry of Magic do at Hogwarts?"

Many small animals still don't take it seriously. Some people's blind worship of the white wizard and the immutability of the existing learning environment make them have no sense of crisis.And the noble little wizards obviously regard the Ministry of Magic as a joke and a step to show their status.

But soon they regretted it, this woman who claimed to be Umbridge, well, the Ministry of Magic gained the latest function through the promulgation of Education Act 23, creating a new position - Hogwarts Senior Prosecutor official.On the first night when I came to the castle, I snatched the principal's speech, interrupted several professors' speeches, and the most unfortunate thing was that he declared that he would pay attention to the disciplinary behavior of all students and the assessment of professors' courses.

Which means they're likely to see this sorry-looking old woman no matter whose class they're in.

"She looked exactly like a pink toad."

The whispers below had turned to speculation about which house Umbridge had graduated from, and everyone insisted that their house would never produce such a masterpiece.

"Wait, she must be a British wizard. If she hadn't studied Hogwarts, she wouldn't be the Deputy Minister of Magic at all."

"Why doesn't Professor Nix come out to dinner?"

No one knows how big a storm these little complaints will cause in the next day.

Ling Cha was in the dormitory flipping through a pile of magazines on aristocratic clothing sent by the golden eagle of Malfoy's family. To be precise, those clothes that look good but are not eye-catching have always been Ling Cha's entanglement - no one likes potions A wizard who studied with the Dark Arts would give up his studies and run out to Diagon Alley to order clothes.

"If you haven't been overly nervous recently." Salazar's hand stirring the potion didn't stop at all, and he didn't even lift his head.

Ling Cha's fingers trembled, and all the magazines turned into gray-black powder and fell to the ground.

It is Slytherin's habit to treat everything soberly.

Even if you are not sober, you will never be willing to give up your dominant position.

It usually doesn't take much time for Salazar to learn something from himself, let alone this kind of real "hands-on" experience to experience the effect——Ling Cha complicatedly touched the bottles and cans on the table, what did he do before wearing them? I didn't expect to know more about this kind of thing, but now it's good, not to mention wizards, but Muggles, how many books like this can be found.

Longing for the softness of the slightly cold skin where the lips and teeth touch, longing for the illusion of gradually burning.

But this feeling may be reversed in the next moment.

It's very subtle, if I don't want to, then Salazar must not like it either.

With his wrist lightly supporting his chin, Ling watched as the potion in the crucible gradually deepened from clear milky white, and began to emit a faint fragrance.Sleeping potion, well, he couldn't open his eyes just by looking at it.

"The Ministry of Magic has the right to take professors away from Hogwarts?"

"I think you have read a lot of Muggle books, Salazar." Touching his eyes, he wondered why he was so sleepy. The cauldron was really just an ordinary sleeping potion.

"Wizards in the whole of England have to obey this so-called government?"

"To be more precise, it is the law." Although the king's will was the national decree thousands of years ago, the Holy See obviously does not buy it. As for wizards, they treat it as waste paper. "There are many students in Hogwarts now. They will all choose to work in the Ministry of Magic after graduation, and regard this as the best destination."

"For what, let them have such a stupid idea?"

"Life, Salazar, whether it's living thousands of years ago, or now that these wizards want to have better jobs and more Galleons, hoping to be respected by saying their names, these are obviously more important than spells and potions in books." It works." Ling Cha rubbed his forehead lightly with his fingers, then turned around and lay down on the bed, with his clothes thrown on the chair beside him.

The drowsiness came so suddenly that he didn't even have the extra rationality to think about it. He just left a vague sentence: "Salazar, don't worry about those people from the Ministry of Magic..."

Dumbledore is the principal, as long as it is not something that endangers the students, whoever likes to toss and let the white wizard worry about it is enough.

Sarah found out what Ling Cha hadn't said in time, and in many cases, they agreed.

The fire in the cauldron went out.

Cold fingers stroked the long black hair scattered on the pillow, already falling into a dream.

With a smile, he knew that Ling Cha would get out of control and destroy those messy magazines.

They are one person, and it is easy to guess.

Salazar really wanted to see Ling Cha's annoyed expression when he woke up tomorrow morning, but after staring for a long time, he finally just slowly put his lips close to Ling Cha's forehead, rubbing it slightly, as if he was looking for some familiar breath, and then Like a slight sigh.

The magic hourglass turned again and fell into darkness, only the smell of the unfinished sleeping potion permeated the air.

"Have you heard that Umbridge went into the cellar in the first class?"

"Merlin!"

"Then what is the result of the toad's confrontation with the greasy bat?"

"...I heard that you applied for the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts when you first started!"

"George, that's enough, don't imitate her voice, it's too scary."

One of the Gryffindor twins grinned and said:

"You're wrong, I'm George."

His brother shrugged his shoulders, and continued to hold his throat with an exaggerated voice to attract all the students around him, and his fingers were exaggerated to follow the rising tail tune: "cough, cough. Professor Snape, I heard that you just You originally applied for the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Before the little animals could laugh out loud, the other twin squeezed out a word in an extremely gloomy and rigid voice.

"Yes."

George continued to wink, and said sharply, "But you still haven't got the job?"

"Obviously."

"George! Fred! Great, that's what it tastes like!"

"Professor Snape correctly taught us how to use one word to deal with the pink toad, cheers for the potions professor in the dark cellar..."

Umbridge's face was blue as he passed the corridor.

Harry wanted to laugh, but held back.

But obviously all the fourth-year Gryffindors didn't expect Umbridge to come so soon. In fact, most of the lion cubs were still struggling with watching tea leaves last semester and staring at crystal balls this semester. They heard that next year's divination class would be dream interpretation.It sounds interesting at first, but who would like their homework to be about what they dreamed and analyzed for a month, and what they saw in the crystal ball for a week and analyzed—if seeing their twisted nose in the crystal ball counted Not an omen?

When Ron pushed Harry's ribs with his elbow, Harry looked around sleepily, only to find that pink shadow appeared at the door of the classroom.

"Good afternoon, Professor Trelawney." Umbridge seemed to want to smile sweetly, and his voice was so gentle that it could melt into water.Grabbing the back of the nearest armchair, she took the chair to the front of the room, then sat down and pulled out a notebook half-covered with a lace-trimmed kitten. She looked around the room, staring at the crystal The students who were in a daze with the ball seemed very dissatisfied.

Trelawney seemed very dissatisfied at first, then she seemed to think of something, and with a little nervousness, she began to tell all kinds of omens in a mysterious and long voice that was actually nervous. yawn.

"...we're going through the fog..."

"Cough, cough."

Many people in the classroom woke up suddenly.

"So far! How long have you been in this position? I want exact numbers."

Trelawney frowned with anger at being interrupted, paused briefly, and decided to answer the question anyway, but didn't hide her strong distaste. "It's been almost 16 years."

"Quite long..." Umbridge wrote at a loss in her notebook, "Dumbledore hired you?"

"Of course." Professor Trelawney raised her head.

Many students have covered their faces.

What a stupid answer, maybe in other days, even if Trelawney is really a nonsense liar, but she is a professor hired by the White Wizard, no matter how dissatisfied, no one will say anything to her face, but she is determined to find Deng Unfavorable Ministry of Magic -

"Then, please make a prophecy for me."

Trelawney was speechless for a moment.

"Can't, sorry." Umbridge seemed to be walking with twists and turns.

"No, no! I seem to have seen something!" The countless chain beads on Trelawney's wrist jingled, she tried to make her tone as hollow and mysterious as usual, but she was all flustered, "I saw Darkness, great, thick and powerful darkness! You, you, you are in terrible danger!"

There was silence in the classroom.

"Really?" Umbridge scratched a few lines in the notebook, giggled and left.

"...Harry?"

"kindness?"

"Why do I suddenly feel that Trelawney's prediction this time is very accurate."

"I think so."

The next class should be the first-year Defense Against the Dark Arts.