Vol 2 Chapter 988: Drink tea

In fact, Fanlin had already released the spell before Malfoy could react.
In the same way as fake Moody's, he turned Malfoy into a sable and stuffed it into Carat's pants who fled in panic.
But this time, there was no relief as he had imagined. Fanlin wasn't sure whether Malfoy would come again.
A few people turned around and looked at the huge scoreboard. Gryffindor’s 100 points were gone in an instant. Although Fanlin didn’t care about the points, there was no doubt that this was the best for Hogwarts Bad change.
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"Have you noticed?" Fred's voice said.
He and George had just come down the marble stairs and joined Harry, Ron, Fanlin, Hermione and Ernie, standing together in front of the scorer.
"Malfoy just deducted almost 100 points from us," Harry said somewhat as they saw more rocks flying up and away from Gryffindor's hourglass.
"Yeah, the Ministry of Magic is trying to divide us," George said.
"What do you mean, trying?" Ron said quickly.
"They never ordered," Fred said, "These mistakes should be attributed to him forcing us into the disappearing cupboard on the first floor."
Several people seemed helpless. Originally, they were just maintaining the study of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but now.
"What are you going to do?" Fanlin asked, but seeing Fred's dim expression instantly understood their thoughts.
"But you will be in trouble."
"No, then there should be some changes and Mongaston before the Ministry of Magic. I don't know how far he is." Fred said calmly. "In short, we choose not to care if there is trouble."
"Have you ever?" Hermione asked.
"Of course," George said.
"Never fired, have you?"
"We always know what to do," Fred said.
"We occasionally have a little difficulty," George said.
"But we always stop briefly, because of deliberate destruction," Fred said.
"But now—" Ron said tentatively.
"Okay. Now—" George said.
"—Because Dumbledore is gone—" Fred said.
"--We guess the deliberate destruction--" George said.
"—It's definitely the reward our dear new principal deserves," Fred said.
"You can't!" Hermione whispered. "You really can't! She is working hard to find a reason to fire you!"
"You didn't get it, Hermione, did you?" Fred said, smiling at her. "We don't care about how long we can stay here anymore. We are leaving here if we don't want to do something for Dumbledore. So, anyway," he checked his watch, "it is starting to progress gradually. I I’m going to the auditorium for lunch. If I were you, you would stand here and let the teacher see that you have nothing to do with it."
"Who do some things with?" Hermione said worriedly.
"You will see," George said, "Run forward, now." Fred and George turned and left, disappearing into the crowd going down to eat.
Looking very confused, Ernie whispered some homework about the unfinished transformation class and ran away hurriedly.
"I think we should leave here, you know," Hermione said uneasily. "just--"
"Oh, okay," Fanlin said, and the four of them walked toward the door to the auditorium, but Harry didn't even look when he was slapped on the shoulder lightly by the people walking in a hurry, then turned around and he found He almost stood nose to nose with Fitch. He took a few steps back in a hurry; Filch could see best at this distance.
"The headmistress wants to see you, Al," Filch looked at Fanlin maliciously.
"He didn't do that," Hermione said awkwardly, imagining what Fred and George were planning. This made Filch laugh harder.
"I'm sorry for my conscience, eh?" he gasped. "Follow me."
"I noticed," Fanlin said coldly.
Fanlin looked back at Harry and Hermione, they were both worried. He shrugged, then followed Filch out of the auditorium, the opposite of those hungry students.
Filch seemed to be in a great mood; he kept humming as he climbed the marble stairs. When he stopped for the first time, he said, "Everything around here has changed, Al."
"Yeah. I tell Dumbledore every year that I am too lax about you," Filch asked and answered himself, chuckling. "Your ugly little habits can never be changed. If you knew I would whip you, would you change it? Now if I hang your feet upside down, some people will not feel the Frisbee throwing fangs in the corridor. But when Article 29 of the Education Act came out, Al, I could do those things. And she asked the minister if she could sign a procedure for troublesome things. Oh, because of her responsibility here, things are becoming very different .You will never have a chance to hang out from school at night, I will take you seriously, and Potter."
"Harry is next?" Fanlin said with interest, "I knew she wouldn't have anything new."
"Be more respectful, Al..."
"Before this, I hope you still shut up. Do you think I was the student you caught?"
Umbridge obviously had complete control of Filch, Fanlin thought as he walked, and obviously what Umbridge needed was an important weapon he might prove; the secret passage he knew at school might only be Weasley The twins and him only knew.
"Here we are," Fanlin said with a slight frown, and Fanlin knocked on Umbridge's door and pushed it open.
"Potter is here, ma'am."
Umbridge’s office, since Fanlin had already explored it, was familiar to him. It was a piece of wood lying on her desk as usual but it said: Headmistress.
At the same time, Harry's firebolt and Fred and George's sweeping brooms were chained and locked with strong nails on the wall behind the desk.
Is this a new instrument of torture?
Umbridge was sitting behind the desk, busy scribbling on her pink parchment, but she immediately raised her head and smiled at them.
"Thank you, Argus," she said softly.
"No, madam, use it, don't use it," Filch said, bowing, if his rheumatism would allow it, and then left.
"Sit down," Umbridge said briefly, pointing to a chair.
Fan Lin readily sat down. She continued to scribble. He looked at the kittens on some dirty plates behind her head~EbookFREE.me~ these detection magic.
"Very well, now," Umbridge put down her quill and looked at him like a toad can't stand flying.
"What would you like to drink?"
"What?" Fanlin said, making sure he heard her clearly.
"What do you want to drink, Mr. Al," she said, smiling harder. "Tea? Coffee? Pumpkin juice?" When she said the name of each drink, she waved her magic wand, and then a tea cup or glass appeared on her desk.
"No, thank you," Fanlin said.
"I hope you and I have a cup of tea," she said, her voice becoming dangerous and sweet. "choose one."
"Okay. Tea," Fanlin said with a shrug. She got up and returned after adding some milk. Then she walked around the desk while drinking, smiling maliciously.
"There," she said, giving it to him. "Before it's cold, drink it, right?"