Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The dinner was over, and the students went back to their academy dormitories to rest and prepare for tomorrow's lessons. As for Ron, as the prefect of Gryffindor, he had to go to lecture the first-year freshmen.

It is necessary to establish the authority of the new prefect.

Dumbledore took Umbridge on a tour around Hogwarts, with McGonagall following behind them as the vice-headmaster.

No one could have imagined that even if Umbridge stayed at the school for less than half a day, he would leave an unexpected "gift" to the students of Hogwarts.

"My school days were also spent here." In the trophy showroom, Umbridge looked at the shiny trophies that were kept in the cabinets and made a look of nostalgia, with a look of nostalgia on his face. Wrinkles squeezed together, but didn't know it.

Several people wandered around here for a while, then walked outside the house together and walked towards the Quidditch pitch.

"This is the Quidditch court." Dumbledore waved his cuffs and pointed towards the wide court. It was extremely empty, with occasional breezes passing by, and a bright moon in the sky poked its head out. , pierced through the clouds, elegant and quiet.

When it is lively, both the venue and the stands are full of people.

"Looks good." She gave a bureaucratic smile.

She also participated in some management of the previous Quidditch World Cup. She still has some understanding of the popularity of this event, and she has no objection. It is said that it can also stimulate economic growth, so she did not show any obvious ill feelings.

With a "whoosh", out of nowhere, a bright red quiz ball suddenly flew out. It was extremely fast and smashed straight at Umbridge. With a "clang", it hit her in the face. The woman didn't even make a sound, and just fell to the ground.

"Who is it?" Professor McGonagall immediately pulled out his wand and looked around alertly, the expression on his face became more and more serious.

The attack on the current Minister of Magic at Hogwarts is not good news for the school by any means.

"Minerva, relax, it must have been done unintentionally by the students." Dumbledore stretched out his wand and tapped it on Umbridge's forehead. The soft, white light that symbolized healing was fleeting. .

as emergency treatment.

"Albus! How is it possible that someone is training now, today is the first day..." Professor McGonagall pointed to the empty stadium and said sternly, she thought it might be a deliberate attack.

She guessed right, but she didn't know much about the purpose of the person who planned the attack, much less that the mastermind of everything was right in front of her.

"Okay, I'll discuss this later, I think it's time to save her now." Dumbledore said decisively.

"Recover quickly." The old man's old voice sounded, and the powerful magic quickly brought Umbridge back to his senses.

"This sport is too dangerous, I want to ban it, ban it!" Umbridge woke up, struggled to stand up quickly, and started screaming frantically, falling into a state of hysteria.

Professor McGonagall's face instantly turned ugly.

On Dumbledore's face, he looked at the woman quietly with a smile that was not a smile.

At this time, in the depths of the forbidden forest, the faint moonlight poured down, the air was slightly cold, and the bushes covered with thorns occasionally made some rustling noises, perhaps insects.

The centaur Firenze is standing on a black stone, the upper part of the body is kept in a leaning position, one eye is slightly squinted, the thumb of the left hand is raised, and the right hand is raised. The horse's body stood firmly on the ground. This posture was obviously a throwing posture. It didn't last long, and then quickly recovered. He shook his thick and strong arms a few times and moved his wrists.

"This is the favorite sport of ordinary wizards? It's nothing interesting," he muttered, shaking his head.

It seems that this is the so-called "culprit".

"Ms. Umbridge, my suggestion is that you'd better go to my school hospital for a look at the first time, so as not to leave any sequelae." His eyes turned back and waited until Umbridge had vented his manic emotions. , Dumbledore smiled and slowly gave his advice.

"Yes, yes, take me to see the doctor, I feel a little dizzy now." Umbridge said exaggeratedly, putting his fingers on his forehead pretending to be weak, showing a painful expression, but looking at her The way he was so excited just now didn't seem like a big problem at all.

Pure physical damage is difficult for a wizard to cause great damage.

In fact, as long as the old man is willing, even if Voldemort is in person, it is difficult to cause any harm to the person he wants to protect.

So why did Umbridge get hit?

This is a question worth thinking about.

On the second day, all Hogwarts students received news that shocked everyone.

Hogwarts will temporarily cancel any Quidditch training sessions, and intramural Quidditch matches at Hogwarts may cease.

Last year there was a more exciting Goblet of Fire, and all the students had no problem with it, but this year, the Quidditch competition was stopped, and it was difficult for them to understand.

Dolores Umbridge issued "Educational Order No. 20": For the stability of Hogwarts school and the safety of students, all Quidditch-related activities are temporarily prohibited.

"Why is that? Professor McGonagall, what's going on? We need to stop Quidditch play, and even practice is banned." After the next morning's class, the news had spread.

Because the announcement was posted in the lounges of various colleges.

Harry went directly to Professor McGonagall's office after class.

Dumbledore is no longer at Hogwarts, and the responsibilities of the headmaster will be performed by Professor McGonagall. Soon the new acting headmaster will be selected by the Ministry of Magic and take office.

"Sorry, Potter, this is a decision of the Ministry of Magic, at least for now, Hogwarts can only abide by this decision temporarily."

"She has to have a reason, right?" Harry said angrily.

"At least that's the obvious reason." Professor McGonagall didn't want to tell Harry the truth, and that wouldn't help either.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, and it could be seen that her mood was actually affected.

"In short, accept the status quo. We will try our best to recover as soon as possible." Professor McGonagall reassured Harry. As a female fan, she actually had a hard time accepting it.

Harry felt frustrated.

He hadn't touched Quidditch in about a year, and the Goblet of Fire last school year took him a lot of time to prepare, and Quidditch was on hold that year.

That broom, which symbolizes the best performance, the Firebolt, I don't know how long it has eaten ashes on the bottom of my box. I thought it would see the sun again soon. I didn't expect such an unexpected turning point.

He hated the old woman more and more.

It's just that Umbridge has now left Hogwarts.

That's right, if you didn't go back overnight, how could such an education order be issued?

The beginning of this semester really seems to be a bad omen.