Chapter 271: I caught Potter

It took a long time for Jon to reluctantly persuade Principal Phineas Black to return to the portrait in Grimmauld Place and report the news to Albus Dumbledore.
From Phineas' expression, he seemed very dissatisfied with it.
"Can't let my old bone rest for a while?" He muttered as he squirmed on the portrait, "You see I'm tired tonight..."
On the surrounding portraits, there was a burst of protest.
"Disobedience, bastard!" a fat wizard with a red nose yelled with his fists, "You are not keeping your duty!"
It is the principal Dexter Fusco, the principal who once led the England team to win the Quidditch World Cup. He is staring at Phineas Black in anger.
"Don't be ashamed, Phineas!" an old wizard who looked weak and yelled, "I will tell her when Dalys comes back..."
This time, it was Dumbledore's predecessor, Armando Dupete.
"Just kidding... I'm leaving... I'll go right away..." Phineas Black's face changed, he said hurriedly, and then disappeared into the portrait.
Jon felt it was time to leave here, and after bidding farewell to the portraits of the principals and Fox, he pushed open the door of the principal's office and stepped back into the retractable staircase.
Taking a sip of the compound decoction containing Ron Weasley's hair, Jon walked out of the sleeping stone beast.
The black cat on the next portrait saw Ron Weasley walking out of the principal's office...and hurried away.
...
Before the herbal medicine class started the next morning, Jon hurried to Dolores Umbridge's office.
Then he told the confession of Marietta Ekmo and the discovery of Blaise Chabini on the golden gallon, all to the pink old toad who was kept in the dark. .
"Dumbledore's Army?" Umbridge's voice trembled.
"I think it should be, Miss Ekmore said so." Jon replied honestly.
"That's great!" It seems that Umbridge's emotions are not only anger, but also excitement.
"According to Miss Ekmore's confession... The reason why Potter and Granger did this was to form an army against the Ministry of Magic!" Jon explained to her seriously, "They lied that the mysterious man returned. , And then there are a few nights a week, in that weird classroom on the eighth floor, practicing all kinds of vicious spells..."
"This old fox Dumbledore!" Umbridge smiled excitedly: "His fox tail... I finally caught it!"
Excited, Umbridge did not seem to find the similarities between the two organizations "Dumbledore's Army" and "Dolores Support Association".
She is now hurriedly taking out a stack of parchment paper and a quill pen, still muttering to herself: "Who should I write to... First of all, write to the Daily Prophet, and write To the minister's office, Connelly himself should write a letter..."
"Professor Umbridge." Jon couldn't help but reminded softly: "I think we should wait until we catch Potter and the others, and then think about it better..."
"Not bad!" Dolores-Umbridge suddenly straightened up and sat up: "You are right, Patrick!"
The excitement on Umbridge’s face gradually calmed down, and she bit the end of the quill:
I’ll notify Filch later, Patrick, you should also contact your group of friends... We’re at 8 o’clock in the evening. Assemble here, remember to be careful and don't let others discover the strange...When their party starts, we will catch them all!"
"I think this is a perfect plan, Professor Umbridge!" Jon on one side complimented.
"At that time, I will contact Connelly and ask him to bring a few Aurors...the evidence gathers, I see how Dumbledore should quibble!" Umbridge was still immersed in her dream: "Throw that old fox into Azkaban and let him be with the Dementor."
"Then I will go back first and contact Draco and Blaise?" Jon asked in a low voice.
"Of course!" Umbridge took a deep look at Jon: "Patrick, you are a good student."
"...I will write to Connelly and tell him how much help you have provided me at school... so good, I think even a foreign wizard, the Ministry of Magic should open the door to him." Mrich said sternly.
"This is my honour, Professor Umbridge." Jon looked flattered.
...
At eight o'clock on Monday evening, the members of the "Dumbledore's Army" met as usual in the House of Request.
"Good evening, Harry!"
"The interview you accepted on "The Singing and Singing" is really great!"
Every student who entered the responsive house greeted Harry happily.
"What spell shall we practice today?"
The last question was asked by Ravenclaw's Qiu-Zhang in sixth grade. Hearing her voice, Harry felt his heart beat faster.
"Probably it's a patron curse!" He pretended to be nonchalant.
"Will Professor Scamander come over today?" someone asked again.
"I shouldn't come..." Hermione Granger shook her head and replied, "So Harry will come to teach us today."
While talking, she checked the roster in her hand, and waited until the other students had gone to the responsive room... She suddenly lowered her voice and said, "Without one person, one person has not arrived!"
"Perhaps something else?" Ron said carelessly.
"If there are other things, he will definitely take time off!" Hermione frowned as she continued to check the roster.
After searching for a few minutes, she finally found the name—
"Marietta Ekmore." Hermione ran into the crowd and shouted, "Does anyone know why she didn't come?"
"Marietta is my friend," Qiu replied, "I brought her in!"
Hermione frowned slightly and asked Xiang Qiu, "Then what's wrong with her lately?"
"To be honest, I do think she is a bit strange in recent days..." Qiu murmured.
"I saw her yesterday!" Luna Lovegood suddenly raised her hand and said with a smile: "In Hogsmeade, I saw her with Slytherin's Selwyn, and they seemed to say What!"
Hermione's face suddenly changed. She winked at Harry and shouted, "Live the map, Harry!"
Harry quickly took out the blank parchment from his pocket...
"I solemnly swear that I didn't do anything good!" Harry simultaneously took out his wand and said softly.
The blank parchment paper turned into a map bit by bit, with many footprints on it.
Harry shifted his gaze to the House of Requests... He did not see himself, Hermione, or anything else on the map. The names of the members ~ EbookFREE.me~ because on the map of Live Point, the House of Requests is not It will be realistic.
However, several footprints appeared in Harry's eyes.
They are all familiar names, such as "Draco Malfoy", "Vincent Crabbe", and "Christopher Patrick"...
But what caught Harry's attention more was the names "Dolores Umbridge" and "Argus Filch".
They all seem to be rushing to the room where there is demand.
"Everyone, run away!" He screamed in a flustered manner: "Umbridge and Filch are all coming to our side!"
...
They all rushed to the exit at once, huddled together at the door, and then someone suddenly rushed out.
Harry heard them running along the corridor, hoping that their brains would not be enough to keep running back to his dormitory. The chance of doing that was too small.
The library and the owl shed are much closer, as long as they can hide in, there is still a chance to escape...
It took a lot of effort, and Harry just squeezed out of the responsive house... the members were all scattered and fleeing, quite embarrassed.
Not far to the left, Umbridge’s shrill laughter could be heard, and Filch’s scolding...they seemed to have caught someone.
Harry quickly ran to the right; there was a men’s bathroom in front of him. As long as he could get to it, he could pretend that he was always there...
"There are many obstacles!" A voice suddenly came from the other side of the bathroom.
Harry felt himself fall to the ground.
Then he heard Christopher Patrick's voice, which resounded beside him:
"Professor Umbridge, I caught Potter!"
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