Chapter 310: Innocent Quidditch

The dinner was over, and the students returned to their college dormitories to rest and prepare for tomorrow's class. As Ron Gryffindor, he also had to run to teach the first-year freshmen.
It is necessary to establish the prestige of the new chief.
Dumbledore took Umbridge around Hogwarts to visit, McGonagall followed behind them, accompanied by the vice principal.
No one can imagine that even if Umbridge just stayed in school for half a day, he left Hogwarts students with an unexpected "gift."
"My student days were spent here too." Umbridge looked at the trophy that was put in the cabinet and rubbed shiny, made a look of nostalgia, and looked The wrinkles squeezed together, but they didn't know.
A few people wandered around for a while, and then walked outside together to the Quidditch Stadium.
"This is Quidditch's court." Dumbledore waved his cuffs and pointed towards the wide court. It was very empty, with occasional breezes, and a bright moon in the sky protruded his head. , Through the clouds, elegant and quiet.
When it is lively, both the venue and the stands are crowded.
"It looks good" she smiled a little bureaucratically.
In the previous Quidditch World Cup, she also participated in some management. She still has a little understanding of the popularity of this event, and there is no emotion of opposition. It is said that it can also promote economic growth, so she did not show any obvious disgust.
With a whine, I suddenly flew a bright red ghost flying ball from somewhere. It was extremely fast, and he hit the Umbridge with a heavy weight, and hit her face with a bang. The woman didn't even make a sound, so she fell straight to the ground.
"Who is it?" Professor McGonagall immediately pulled 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.
"Melva, relax, it should be done by the students inadvertently." Dumbledore stretched out his wand and placed it on Umbridge's forehead, tapping it softly, the white light that symbolized healing was fleeting. .
As an emergency treatment.
"Albus! How could someone be training now, today is the first day..." Professor McGonagall pointed at the empty stadium, and said sternly that she thought it might be a deliberate attack.
She guessed right, but she didn't know much about the purpose of the person who planned the attack, let alone the planners.
"Okay, I will discuss it later. I think she should be rescued now." Dumbledore said decisively.
"Recover quickly." The old man's old voice sounded, and the powerful magic quickly restored Umbridge's sobriety.
"This sport is too dangerous. I want to ban it, ban it!" Umbridge woke up and quickly stood up, screaming wildly, falling into a hysterical state.
Professor McGonagall's face instantly became ugly.
And Dumbledore's face, with a smile on his face, looked at the woman quietly.
In the depths of the forbidden forest at this time, the faint moonlight poured down, and the air was slightly cold. The bushes covered with thorns occasionally made some noises, perhaps insects.
The horse man Ferenze is standing on a black stone. The upper part of the body is kept in a posture of squinting, one eye is slightly squinted, the thumb of the left hand is raised, and the right hand is raised, creamy. The horse was standing firmly on the ground. This posture was obviously a throwing posture. It didn't last long and recovered quickly. He shook his thick and strong arm a few times and moved his wrist.
"This is the favorite sport of ordinary wizards? Isn't it interesting." He murmured and 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 that I can see the first time, so as not to leave any sequelae." The eyes turned back, after Umbridge exhausted his manic mood Only Dumbledore smiled and gave his advice slowly.
"Yes, yes, take me to see the doctor. I feel dizzy now." Umbridge exaggerated, holding his finger weakly next to his forehead, showing a painful expression, but watching her Just like the excitement just now, it doesn't seem to be a big problem at all.
Pure physical damage is difficult for a wizard to cause great damage.
In fact, as long as the old man is willing, even if Voldemort is close, it is difficult to cause a little harm to the person he wants to protect.
Why did Umbridge get hit?
This is a question worth thinking about.
On the second day, all Hogwarts students received a message that shocked everyone.
Hogwarts will temporarily cancel any training on the Quidditch game, and the Quidditch game at Hogwarts may stop.
Last year there was a more exciting Flame Cup, and all the students had no opinions, but this year it was difficult for them to understand the Quidditch competition.
Dolores Umbridge issued the Education Order No. 20: For the stability of Hogwarts school 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 prohibited." After the class the next morning, the news had spread.
Because the notice was posted in the lounges of various colleges.
Harry went directly to Professor McGonagall's office after class.
Dumbledore is no longer at Hogwarts. The principal's responsibilities will be replaced by Professor McGonagall. Soon, the new acting principal will be selected by the Ministry of Magic and take over.
"I'm sorry, Potter, this is the Ministry of Magic's decision. At least for now, Hogwarts can only temporarily comply with this decision."
"She must have a reason?" Harry said indignantly.
"At least this is the reason." Professor McGonagall didn't want to tell Harry the truth, and that didn't help.
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and could see that her mood was actually affected~ EbookFREE.me~ In short, accept the status quo, we will try our best to recover as soon as possible. "Professor McGonagall comforted Harry. As a female fan, she was actually very difficult to accept."
Harry felt frustrated.
He hasn’t touched Quidditch in about a year. The Flame Cup last school year took him a lot of time to prepare, and the Quidditch match was suspended that year.
The fire broomstick, which symbolizes the best performance, does not know how long the ash has been eaten under the bottom of his box. I thought it would be seen again soon. I did not expect such an unexpected turning point.
He hated the old woman more and more.
It's just that Umbridge has left Hogwarts now.
That's right, not going back all night, how could such an education order be issued?
The beginning of this semester really seems to be a bad sign.