There was a loud clang.

It was stronger than the snow and wind outside the castle.

"Scrimgeour?" Sirius turned his head to look. "What are you going to do?"

The head of the Auror Office took a deep breath and said, "Sirius, I'm sorry, but I still have to inform you that according to the relevant laws and regulations of the Ministry of Magic, the Auror Office will now arrest you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole classroom fell into a strange atmosphere.

Arrest?

Sirius looked at him incredulously. "Scrimgeour, are you crazy? Are you going to arrest me?"

My current identity is a professor at Hogwarts.

"The Ministry of Magic's orders. They think you might be involved with the Death Eaters." Scrimgeour spread his hands and said something incredible.

Sirius' tone became even more horrified, "Are you really crazy, me? A Death Eater?"

Scrimgeour shook his head. "Of course I don't believe it either, but this is an order from above. I have no choice."

He paused and said, "Sirius, I came here because we are acquaintances and for Harry's sake. I hope you can cooperate. Of course... of course, the Ministry of Magic will quickly clear your name."

"You want me to believe in the Ministry of Magic?" Sirius sneered, "Scrimgeour, are you even more naive than I am?"

Scrimgeour opened his mouth to speak.

Harry stood up, his eyes cold and his tone calm: "Mr. Scrimgeour, we are in class now."

"This is fifth year Defense Against the Dark Arts class, you know what that means."

"go out."

Several Aurors subconsciously left the classroom, their legs trembling.

Scrimgeour took a deep breath. "Harry, I know you don't like the Ministry of Magic, but this is different."

"It's not just me."

"Minister Thicknesse is here too. Now is wartime, and all sources of instability must be eradicated."

Harry nodded at the table. "Mr. Scrimgeour, don't you understand me?"

"go out."

Scrimgeour gritted his teeth: "But I want to take Sirius with me."

"I don't think you can." Harry shook his head.

"Dumbledore will agree," Scrimgeour said softly. "Minister Thicknesse has gone to persuade Professor Dumbledore."

"At the regular meeting this morning, the Ministry of Magic has voted that during this special period, the Ministry of Magic will control Hogwarts. Sirius is just the beginning. In fact, every professor in Hogwarts will be interrogated by the Ministry of Magic, but those who are involved with the Death Eaters will be the first..."

"Really?" Harry asked him back, "But now, get out."

He raised his hand and made a magic seal.

Alder gushed out tenderly.

He pushed Scrimgeour and the Aurors behind him out of the room, flicked his wand lightly, and slammed the door shut.

"Class." Harry looked at Sirius who hadn't reacted yet and reminded him.

Sirius suddenly realized.

He nodded and started the class as normal.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was the last class on Monday. After the class, the young wizards walked out of the classroom and found themselves on the next floor to the hall, so they could make it in time for dinner.

"What does the Ministry of Magic think?" Ron frowned, "Or is it that Sirius has been affected by something?"

He was referring to the "curse in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

certainly……

The students at Hogwarts didn't know if this rumor was true, but they had always said so. After all, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts had always been troubled, and it had been like this for a long time. Especially in recent years, one professor was replaced every year. Of all the subjects at Hogwarts, Care of Magical Creatures was the most dangerous.

But in decades, only one professor was replaced.

The replacement professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts can all be pulled out to play in a Quidditch World Cup.

"I wonder if Snape has been visited by them." Harry looked up at the teaching seats, but no professor had come yet.

Ron's expression suddenly became interesting: "Professor Snape is much more difficult to deal with than Sirius."

"I wish Scrimgeour had found him sooner."

"Professor Snape is acting very strange today. I feel like we'll be in big trouble if we run into him."

Harry picked up the pumpkin juice and took a sip: "Hand, he took his hand back."

Ron was startled.

After thinking carefully, they realized, yes, the hand! More than a year had passed, and they had all gotten used to Snape having only one arm. They thought he would never reattach that arm, but they didn't expect that more than a year had passed, and he still replaced it. But if that was the case, they would have reattached the arm right away...

etc……

"Harry, could it be that he went to see him?" Ron thought of this and suddenly became panicked. He leaned his head closer and lowered his voice, "Although, although you have always believed in Professor Snape."

"But don't you think this is strange?"

"It's been over a year since he had his arm reattached, Harry. He must be seeing his master again. You have to..."

The "he" in his words was pointing at two people.

Hermione understood what Ron meant and looked at Harry with the same worry.

"I know." Harry nodded without changing his expression. "Don't worry."

Ron tilted his head, struggling to understand.

Hermione understood what was going on.

Outside the hallway, hurried footsteps could be heard, a scattered sound of footsteps, some familiar and some relatively unfamiliar.

Harry looked up.

In a group of professors, there is a pink toad.

Dumbledore walked beside her, talking to her.

The three meals at Hogwarts, except for banquets, are usually provided within a time period. Some people prefer to eat earlier, and some prefer to eat later. If you miss this time period, you have to learn how to find the kitchen. If you can't even find the kitchen, then the only option is to starve.

Today is an exception.

The four deans gave extra notice and asked every student to come.

Around six o'clock, all the students arrived.

Dumbledore stood up and pushed up his glasses. "I'm sorry to have to do this on Monday, when everyone is working so hard..."

He hadn't even finished his opening remarks.

Cough cough cough!

A sweet cough interrupted his words.

"Principal Dumbledore, let me tell you." The pink toad woman stood up. She was a few centimeters shorter than when she sat down. She quickly realized this and sat down again. "After all, you are the headmaster of Hogwarts, and the next series of orders all come from the Ministry of Magic."

Dumbledore said nothing, but waved his hand: "Well, then, Ms. Umbridge, you go in."

Umbridge took out her wand and pointed it at her throat: "Hello everyone, we meet again."

"I think many people have an impression of me. We met just last year when I served as the referee for the Triwizard Tournament."

"Now I would like to introduce myself to the new students. I am Dorelus Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic, and concurrently -" she said with a pleasant laugh, and an ambiguous tone, "Senior Inquisitor of Hogwarts."

"You can call me Ms. Umbridge, but I would prefer you to call me Professor Umbridge."

She paused, seemingly expecting the students' reactions, but the young wizards all looked at him expressionlessly, and many Gryffindors frowned.

This guy...

How come he is even more verbose than Professor Dumbledore?

And the voice is so terrible - at least Professor Dumbledore's voice is pretty good.

"You seem surprised." Umbridge found the look of expectation on the faces of several first-year wizards and smiled gently, "Aren't Hogwarts professors full? Why is there a new professor?"

"I regret to inform you."

"Your Professor Black will be temporarily detained and interrogated because he is suspected of colluding with the Death Eaters, and I will take over the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, so..."

Harry stood up: "Dumbledore, do you agree?"

"Mr. Potter, I understand..." Umbridge said sweetly.

"Shut up, I'm not talking to you." Harry waved his hand, interrupting him forcefully, his eyes fixed on Dumbledore.

"Harry, come to my office later." Dumbledore looked helpless and shook his head. "We'll talk about it then."

Harry sneered and looked at Umbridge: "I didn't agree to change the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"Mr. Potter, fifty points will be deducted." Umbridge grinned, smiling somewhat happily, "Because you talked back to the professor and disregarded the orders of the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Potter, you are just a little wizard..."

"Really?"

Harry looked at her calmly.

"Perhaps, you still remember my name."

"Perhaps, you still remember what title the Ministry of Magic once gave me?"

"Ms. Umbridge, do you think I am qualified?"

Umbridge didn't say anything. She had a stern face and gritted her teeth. She didn't dare to look Harry in the eye. She just stared at the hat on his waist, which symbolized Gryffindor and Hogwarts.

"I don't care what Albus thinks." Harry waved his hand and patted Hermione's shoulder gently. "But Hogwarts doesn't just have him. There's me too. Give you time to repent."

"Don't provoke me again and again."

"Albus's reputation is almost overdrawn."

Hermione stood up.

Ron stood up as well.

They walked toward the grand staircase.

"Potter, are you going to go against the Ministry of Magic and the consensus of the entire wizarding world?" Umbridge shouted loudly.

Harry didn't even turn his head: "You were there first."

He waved his hand and left.

The Gryffindors sat quietly, they didn't know why Harry and Umbridge were so tense all of a sudden, but soon the balance in their hearts began to shift. They didn't like this pink toad-like woman, although Professor Black was a bit reckless, she was indeed a good professor.

Besides, this is Harry.

The little lions were silent. They stood up one by one and left the auditorium without saying a word.

This is Gryffindor, and they cast a vote against it. Of course, the lions must follow the King Lion.

The Hufflepuffs were laughing.

Someone tried to stand up and leave.