Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The dinner was over, and the students went back to their dormitories to rest and prepare for tomorrow's class. As the prefect of Gryffindor, Ron had to run to give first-year freshmen a lesson.

It is necessary to establish the prestige of the new prefect.

Dumbledore took Umbridge around Hogwarts, and McGonagall followed them as the vice-principal.

No one would have thought that even if Umbridge stayed in school for less than half a day, he left Hogwarts students with an unexpected "gift."

"My school days, I also spent it here." In the trophy showroom, Umbridge looked at the shiny and polished trophies in the cabinet, and made a look of nostalgia. The wrinkles are squeezed together, but they don't know.

A few people wandered around here for a while, then walked outside the house together, toward the Quidditch Stadium.

"This is Quidditch's court." Dumbledore waved his cuff and pointed towards the wide court. It was extremely empty, occasionally a breeze passed by, and a bright moon in the sky poked out his head. , Through the clouds, elegant and quiet.

When it is lively, both the venue and the stands are crowded with people.

"It looks good." She gave a bureaucratic smile.

She also participated in some management in the previous Quidditch World Cup. She still knows a little bit about the heat of this event, and she has no opposition. It is said that it can also stimulate economic growth, so she did not show any obvious disgust.

With a "swish", a bright red ghost flying ball suddenly flew out from nowhere. It was extremely fast and slammed straight towards Umbridge. With a "clang", it hit her in the face. The woman didn't even make a sound, so she fell straight to the ground.

"Who is it?" Professor McGonagall immediately drew out his wand and looked around alertly, the expression on his face becoming more serious.

The attack on the current Minister of Magic at Hogwarts is not good news for the school anyway.

"Minerva, relax. The students should have done it unintentionally." Dumbledore stretched out his wand and tapped it on Umbridge’s forehead. The soft, white light that symbolized healing was fleeting. .

As an 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 deliberate attack.

She guessed right, but she didn't know the purpose of the people who planned the attack, let alone the planners of everything.

"Well, I will discuss these later, I think I should rescue her now." Dumbledore said decisively.

"Recover quickly." The old man's voice sounded, and the powerful magic quickly made Umbridge regain consciousness.

"This sport is too dangerous, I want to ban it, ban it!" As soon as Umbridge woke up, he quickly stood up struggling, and began to scream frantically, falling into a state of hysteria.

Professor McGonagall's face instantly became ugly.

And Dumbledore looked at the woman quietly with a smile on his face.

In the depths of the forbidden forest at this time, a faint moonlight poured down, and the air was slightly cold. In the bushes full of thorns, there were occasional noises, perhaps insects.

Horseman Firenze is standing on a black stone, the upper part of his body is kept leaning back, one eye is slightly narrowed, the thumb of his left hand is raised, and his right hand is raised, cream-colored The horse was standing firmly on the ground. This posture was obviously a throwing posture. It didn't last long, but quickly recovered. He shook his sturdy arm a few times and moved his wrist.

"This is the favorite exercise of ordinary wizards? It's nothing interesting." He muttered to himself, shook 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 where I can be the first time, so as not to have any sequelae." His eyes turned back, and after Umbridge vented his mania. , Dumbledore smiled and slowly gave his own advice.

"Yes, yes, take me to see the doctor, I feel a little dizzy now." Umbridge exaggerated, holding his finger next to his forehead pretending to be weak, showing a painful expression, but looking at her The excitement just now doesn't seem to have any major problems at all.

Pure physical damage is difficult for a wizard to cause great damage.

In fact, as long as the old man was willing, even if Voldemort came to him, it would be difficult to cause any harm to the person he wanted to protect.

So why did Umbridge get hit?

This is a question worth thinking about.

On the second day, all Hogwarts students received a news that shocked everyone.

Hogwarts will temporarily cancel any training on Quidditch matches, and the Hogwarts school Quidditch match may stop.

Last year there was an even more exciting Goblet of Fire. All the students had no objection, but it was difficult for them to understand that the Quidditch competition was stopped this year.

Dolores Umbridge issued the "Education Order No. 20": For the stability of Hogwarts and the safety of students, all activities related to Quidditch are temporarily prohibited.

"Why is this? Professor McGonagall, what happened? We need to stop the Quidditch game, and even training is banned." The news spread after class the next morning.

Because the notice was posted in the lounges of various colleges.

Harry found Professor McGonagall's office directly after class.

Dumbledore is no longer at Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall will take care of the duties of the principal. Soon the new acting principal will be selected by the Ministry of Magic and take up his post.

"I'm sorry, Potter, this is the decision of the Ministry of Magic, at least for now, Hogwarts can only comply with this decision temporarily."

"She must have a reason?" Harry said irritably.

"At least that's the reason on the surface." Professor McGonagall didn't want to tell Harry the truth, and that wouldn't help.

Professor McGonagall pressed her lips, and she could see that her mood was actually affected.

"In short, accept the status quo. We will try our best to get back to it as soon as possible." Professor McGonagall comforted Harry. As a female fan, she was actually very difficult to accept.

Harry felt very depressed.

He hasn't touched Quidditch for a year or so. The Goblet of Fire last school year took him a lot of time to prepare, and the Quidditch game that year was suspended.

The broomstick symbolizing the best performance-Firebolt, I don't know how long the ash has been eaten under my box. I thought it would be able to see the sun again soon. I didn't expect such an unexpected turn to take place now.

He hated the old woman more and more.

It's just that Umbridge has now left Hogwarts.

That's right, why is there such an education order issued instead of going back overnight?

The beginning of this semester seemed to be a bad sign.