Chapter 332: Hogsmeade's party

To be honest, Mad-Eye Moody's actions are inspiring.
The news that Dolores Umbridge made a fool of himself in front of the fourth graders quickly spread across the campus.
There were people talking about it everywhere, so that every time Umbridge appeared in the hallway, his face was calm.
Many people did not say it on the surface, but secretly they often laughed at her secretly.
This also seemed to make the senior investigator become irritable.
...
The academic work of the fourth graders is not heavy, as for Jon, it is still very easy...
Unfortunately, with Dumbledore’s warning, he knew that the entire castle was under Umbridge’s watch; Jon had not been to the House of Requests in recent weeks, for fear of being suspected.
But there is a better choice, and that is the spell classroom.
When Jon asked Professor Flitwick in a spell class in the third week if he could use the professor to contact the flying curse and the expelling curse after class, Professor Flitwick immediately agreed.
There are no portraits in the curse classroom, so Umbridge's eyeliner can't control the situation inside.
After class, Jon often comes here to read books and practice spells.
Jon didn’t know if the Salvation Trio had created the
Dumbledore’s Army
. After all, the current Defense Against the Dark Arts class teacher is not Umbridge... But it has nothing to do with him, because another organization quietly invited Up him.
On a gusty night at the end of September, when Jon was sitting in the library, searching for the ingredients for a potion, Draco Malfoy walked over with his two little brothers.
"Christopher, how was your stay at school this time?" Malfoy greeted warmly.
"Hello, Draco... It's pretty good!" Jon smiled and nodded at him.
Malfoy winked at Crabbe and Gore, and the two chubby piers were bothered, and walked to the intersection on both sides to prevent others from approaching here.
"You know, we're going to Hogsmeade on the first weekend of October!" Malfoy lowered his voice, and he added, "Hogsmeade is a small village with only wizards. It's very quiet. , And very safe."
"Over there, we will have a small gathering... Its members are only some of our friends..." Malfoy continued:
"Under my persuasion, we recognized your excellent performance and pure pedigree... Therefore, we have always considered you a reliable friend... qualified to join our organization!"
After a pause, Malfoy smiled at Jon:
"When you come, we welcome you to join!"
"I'm honored, Draco!" Jon nodded with a flattered expression, "So what about the specific time and place?"
"At nine o'clock in the morning, at the Three Broom Bar!" Malfoy patted Jon's shoulder lightly. "See you or leave then!"
After speaking, he waved to Crabbe and Gore, and all three of them quickly walked out of the library.
Jon was left holding his chin there, lost in thought.
...
September gradually passed, and the senior investigator, Dolores Umbridge, had released the results of all the teachers at Hogwarts.
Almost all the teachers' survey results are fine. After all, the teaching staff at Hogwarts is pretty good.
Except for one person, the divination teacher, Professor Sybil Trelawney, her survey result is "to be determined."
So, in the last divination class at the end of September--
"No!" Professor Trelawney, who saw the results of the investigation, screamed, her voice trembling with excitement, "I have been insulted! Innuendo... personality humiliation... baseless accusation..."
She took a deep trembling breath and turned her face away, tears of anger welled up from under her glasses.
"Very excessive..." She choked: "Sixteen years of hard work... Obviously no one noticed... But I shouldn't be insulted, shouldn't be treated like that!"
"But professor, who is insulting you?" Ravenclaw's Theresa Baker asked timidly.
Trelawney choked and did not answer. Instead, she wiped her wet cheeks with the corner of her shawl, and at the same time pulled out a small embroidered handkerchief from her sleeve and blew her nose vigorously.
"Is it Professor Umbridge?" Teresa asked in a low voice.
"Don't mention that woman to me...that demon...that scum" Professor Trelawney screamed: "You are free to move around in this class!"
Then, she hid under the trapdoor, the little room that belonged to her... Only a slight sob was faintly heard from there.
Not many students feel sad for Trelawney... After all, she is not a popular teacher.
However, many students look at Jon's eyes, which is even more strange.
"Patrick's prophecy..."
"The mortal enemy of Professor Trelawney mentioned!"
"Really Professor Umbridge?"
They talked.
...
On the morning when I went to Hogsmeade, the weather was clear but windy.
At breakfast, Jon received a letter from a snow-white owl.
The content of the letter is very simple: "In the morning at Mrs. Padif Tea House, I will wait for you!"
Of course Jon knew who sent him this letter...
He looked at where Astoria was, and Astoria was also looking at him.
Jon raised his head and made a "will be later" mouth shape... Astoria nodded lightly, indicating that she understood.
After breakfast, they formed a long line in front of Filch. He wanted to check their names against the long list of parents or guardians who allowed them to visit classmates in Hogsmeade Village. UU reading www.uukanshu.cóm
Draco Malfoy and Jon passed by.
"Good morning, Christophe!" Malfoy greeted him with a smile, and then lowered his voice: "Wait, don't be late!"
"Understood!" Jon nodded, "I will be on time!"
Malfoy took the lead with Crabbe and Gore and passed Filch's inspection.
Jon fell into a brief thought--
Go to the alternate Death Eater party at nine o'clock, and then go to Mrs. Paddy's Teahouse to find Astoria at ten o'clock... It seems that there is not enough time.
"What's the problem?" Jon couldn't help but said, because he watched Filch hold a sight glass and swept her whole body up and down for a long time.
"Nothing!" Filch frowned, "Because someone is trying to order dung eggs from the school recently, I have to be careful!"
"You go..."