Chapter 240: Keep for inspection

After more than ten minutes, Jon left the office of Professor Dolores Umbridge without a word. (There seems to be a bug in the last chapter. I wrote Umbridge’s office as the office of the teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. For sins and sins, everyone assumes that nothing happened...)
There were no students in the hallway, and Jon turned around until the pink room completely disappeared from his eyes.
At the same time he was thinking about what Umbridge had just told him.
What... The Ministry of Magic is actually preparing to do something to Mad-Eye Moody?
You must know that Alastor Moody is a veteran of the Ministry of Magic. He has worked hard in the Auror’s office for decades, filling up half of Azkaban alone... Now the Ministry is so ruthless, crossing the river and breaking the bridge, preparing Take him to start?
Do you want to remind Dumbledore?
But the eighth floor has so many eyeliners of Umbridge, the conventional method is very risky.
The only feasible way is to use the compound decoction, such as becoming Professor Snape and going to the principal's office on the eighth floor... so that he won't arouse Umbridge's suspicion.
But would it deceive Professor Snape by doing so?
And if on the way to the eighth floor, I and Professor Zhen-Snape came to meet at a corner, wouldn't the picture be too beautiful...
Jon was thinking, but he was taken aback.
Did I overlook one thing...
To remind Mad-Eye Moody, there is no need to tell Dumbledore... Tell the Death Eaters, isn't it the same!
You know Moody's in the perspective of Death Eaters, but Voldemort's confidant general, Barty Crouch Jr. If the Ministry of Magic wants to attack Barty Crouch Jr., the Death Eaters will certainly not ignore it!
After thinking about it this way, things become much easier.
Jon hurried upstairs.
...
In the history of magic class, the fifth graders of Gryffindor and Slytherin were listening to Professor Bins's boring and boring voice.
The content of this lesson is about the giant rebellion. Those stinky long names of giants make most students feel big...
There was a rush of coughing outside the window, and the bored Draco Malfoy turned around and looked out the window.
I saw Christopher Patrick sticking out his head and a hand, waved to Malfoy, and motioned to him.
Malfoy's expression was shocked, and he quickly bent down, taking advantage of Professor Bins's carelessness (Professor Bins would basically not pay attention to any student's behavior), and quietly got out of the classroom.
"What's the matter, Christophe?" Malfoy asked quickly.
"That idiot Umbridge has agreed with our idea, and even he gave us a name for our new organization..." While speaking, Jon handed the parchment full of the list of members to Malfoy.
"Dolores Club..." Malfoy couldn't help frowning, obviously he thought the name was ugly.
"Umbridge's toad strongly demanded!" Jon said shamelessly: "I can't do anything... from now on we will call. Okay!"
"Okay!" Malfoy sighed.
"In addition, listening to her, it seems that the Ministry of Magic is ready to take action on Professor Alastor Moody. They think Moody is Dumbledore's confidant!" Jon added.
"Moody?" Malfoy's face changed, and at the same time he showed an expression of excitement: "It's amazing!"
Obviously, the humiliation of becoming a mink a year ago, Malfoy is still fresh in his memory... At that time Malfoy was in the corridor preparing to attack Harry Potter, but he did not expect to be caught by Moody. Then Malfoy was transformed into a sable by Moody's transfiguration, and played for ten minutes, until Professor McGonagall arrived to help him out.
Although Malfoy didn't know, last year's Mad Eye Moody and this year's were not the same person.
"I think you should write a letter quickly and tell your father about this!" Jon said quickly, and then he rejected his previous thoughts: "No, it may not be safe for owls to deliver letters... But I think you should have A more reliable way to contact your father?"
"Yes!" Malfoy nodded first, and then asked inexplicably, "Why did you notify my father of this?"
"You have to think like this..." Jon explained, "Mad-Eye Moody is Dumbledore's confidant. If he falls, I think Dumbledore must have suffered heavy losses, and the Dark Lord will be very happy... We The first to bring this news to the Dark Lord, doesn't it mean that this is our credit; the Dark Lord can also reap the greatest benefit from this..."
Jon's explanation caused Malfoy to start.
"It's still what you think, Patrick!" He said hastily, "I'll go and inform my father now!"
"Be careful... don't let anyone find out!" Jon didn't forget to remind him behind seeing Malfoy hurriedly away from his back without even attending class.
It wasn't until Malfoy walked out of the corridor and down the stairs...that a satisfied smile appeared on Jon's face.
...
An hour later, Jon sat in the hot, perfume-scented class of divination.
Professor Sybil Trelawney stood on the podium with a strange look.
Jon took out the textbook "Pull the Future and Watch the Mist".
"Okay, let's get started!" Professor Trelawney said loudly, her voice a little hysterical: "You should know what to do...Is it so bad that I taught you how to open the textbook?"
Professor Trelawney suddenly became angry, making everyone a little confused.
They quickly opened the textbooks.
When Jon opened the book, he heard Teresa Baker and Melinda Popin whispering in front.
"I heard that Professor Trelawney~EbookFREE.me~ has been reserved for inspection?"
"And it is said that in every class in the future, Professor Umbridge will come to test the teaching!"
While they were talking, Dolores Umbridge walked in with her writing board.
Professor Trelawney glanced at Umbridge with some fear, and then showed an ugly and gracious smile: "Good morning, Professor Umbridge!"
"Good morning!" Professor Umbridge continued to have that sweet voice, and she waved at Professor Trelawney: "Keep on class, dear!"
Divination class continues
In the room on the top of this scented tower, Umbridge sat by the fire, interrupting Professor Trelawney’s increasingly hysterical lectures, and asking her about birdlife and seven-character studies. Weird questions, and insisted that she foresee the students' answers, or asked her to show her ability to divination with crystal balls, tea leaves and magic stones...
Judging from the expression on Professor Trelawney's face, Jon suspected that she might collapse at any time.... m.