Vol 2 Chapter 882: Another education order

"What the are you doing? Did Malfoy provoke you again, and George..." Hermione, who just rushed over, had an indescribable expression. It was not a complaint. It should be more helpless, Harry There has never been a good thing about Malfoy.
"What should Mrs. Hodge let me do?" Hermione asked, Harry standing silently beside him, and George, the two obviously didn't get away from the previous excitement.
"Professor McGonagall, I will take them over now..." Fanlin said, "Well, we will be back in a while, don't worry."
Hermione nodded, and the three of them walked out of the Quidditch arena without a word.
At the entrance of the hall, the howling and taunting of the audience gradually diminished. They could not hear other sounds, only their own footsteps. Harry realized that something was still struggling in his right hand, the knuckles of his right hand bruised when he hit Malfoy's jaw.
Look, Harry saw the little silver wings of the Golden Snitch digging out of his fingers, struggling to escape.
"Harry, you have to be careful, I think Umbridge will not let this opportunity pass, so you two..." Fanlin opened his mouth, and then his eyes fell into Harry's hands. , The stingy snitch is still in his hand.
Speaking of it, Harry and the Golden Snitch are really fate, whether from the first year or until Dumbledore's death, the trajectory of the Snitch runs through the most important part of Harry's life.
Just when they were about to reach Professor McGonagall's office, she caught up with them in the corridor.
Professor McGonagall wore a Gryffindor scarf, but when she strode towards them, she took it off, her face bluish.
"Go in!" she said angrily, pointing to the door, and Harry and George walked in. "And you, you also go in."
Professor McGonagall said to Fanlin unceremoniously.
Fanlin is a little helpless, as the chairman of the student union?
The ghost knew what the responsibility was, but he didn't even understand it anyway. The establishment was already the greatest effort he could make, although it was just compliant with the rules of the exhibition.
McGonagall strode over to the desk and looked at them, shaking with excitement as she threw Gryffindor's scarf to the ground.
"So?" she said, "I saw such a shameful behavior. You two! Give me a reason!"
"Malfoy was provocative," Harry said stubbornly regardless of Van Lin's color.
"Provoking you?" Professor McGonagall called, slamming a fist on the table, so her lattice tin rolled aside and shattered, and the pale yellow salamander crawled to the ground.
"He just lost, didn't he? Of course he will provoke! But what can he say to make you two like this..."
"He insulted my parents," George roared. "And Harry's mother."
"But you two didn’t let Mrs. Hodge take care of it. Instead, you decided to show everyone a Muggle duel, didn’t you? And you, don’t tell me that you can’t stop it. I’ve seen it before the incident was alive. You are in the field." Professor McGonagall roared, even taking Fanlin's share, which made Fanlin a little bit astonished. Is this a disaster?
"Do you understand that you did it?"
"Cough, cough." A discordant voice sounded from behind.
Harry, Fanlin and George all turned around.
Umbridge stood at the door, wrapped in a green twill cloak, which made her look especially like a toad. She wore a sinister, disgusting, unlucky smile, and Harry immediately had a foreboding of what was coming. suffering.
"Can I help, Professor McGonagall?" Umbridge asked in her poisonous voice. Professor McGonagall blushed.
"Help?" she repeated in a restrained tone, "what do you mean, help?"
Umbridge walked into the office, still with her disgusting smile. "Why? I think you might be grateful for a little extra authority."
Harry wasn't surprised when he saw Professor McGonagall breathing heavily in his nostrils.
"You were wrong," McGonagall said, turning his back to Umbridge. "Now, you two listen carefully to me. I don't care how Malfoy provokes you. I don't care if he insulted everyone in your family. Your behavior is shameful. I will punish you each to detain one. The confinement of the week! Don’t look at me like that, Potter, this is what you deserve! And the executor is you, Al, as the president of the student council, you have to take the responsibility, and if any of you do anymore"
"Cough, cough." Professor McGonagall closed her eyes as if begging for her patience, and she turned to Professor Umbridge. "how?"
"I think the punishment should be heavier than confinement," Umbridge said with a smile that she thought was sweet. Fanlin felt that Umbridge's face was a little distorted, but...
Professor McGonagall's eyes widened.
"But unfortunately," said Professor McGonagall, trying to make a smile to make her look as if she was suffering from suffocated teeth. "Since they are in my college, I should decide what punishment should be, Dolores. ."
"Oh, yes, Minerva, in fact, it was like this before, but..." Professor Umbridge said with a smirk, "Soon, I think you should be determined by me now. Now, Where did you put it? Secretary Connelly just delivered it...I mean," she smiled hypocritically, rummaging in her handbag.
"Just sent from the Ministry of Magic...here..." She unfolded a piece of parchment, and cleared her throat with a fuss before reading.
"Cough, cough. Article 25 Education Act."
"Another one!" Professor McGonagall called fiercely. "Oh yes," Umbridge said, still smiling. "Actually, Minerva, it was you who made me feel that we need to make a little more improvement... Remember how you ignored me when I didn't want Gryffindor’s Quidditch team to regroup? How did you make this happen? Go to Dumbledore, and he insisted on forming this team? Well, now, I won’t encounter such a thing again. I immediately contacted the Ministry of Magic, and they agreed with my point of view, that is, senior prosecutors. The officials have the right to deprive students of the privileges, otherwise she means that I will have less rights than ordinary teachers! Look at it now, don’t you? Minerva, how wise I am to prevent the reorganization of the Gryffindor team? Terrible Temper... No matter what, I want to read the amendment... Cough, cough... From now on, senior prosecutors have the highest authority in deciding the punishment, rewards and exemption from students of Gwaz, and have the power to change Decisions made by other teachers to punish, reward or exempt students from privileges. Signed, Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, etc."
Umbridge rolled up the parchment and put it back in his bag~EbookFREE.me~ still smiling. "So... I really think these two people should be forbidden to play Quidditch again," she said, watching George from Harry and looking back. Harry felt the golden snitch swinging wildly in his hands.
"Forbid us?" Harry said incredulously, his voice sounding very far away, "Playing Quidditch... Never again?"
"Yes, Mr. Potter, I think forbidding you to play in this life will be somewhat effective," Umbridge said, and she smiled even harder when she saw Harry trying to figure her out. "You and this Weasley. In addition, I think, for safety's sake, this young man's twins should also be banned. If not for his teammates to pull him, I believe he will also attack the young Mr. Malfoy. Of course I will confiscate him. Their broomsticks. They will be safely stored in my office in case they foul the rules. But I am not unreasonable, Professor McGonagall."
She turned back and continued. Professor McGonagall stood there quietly like an ice sculpture, staring at her. "The rest of the players can continue to play. I didn't see any signs of violence from them."
　　
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