Cedric was the first.

He trusted Harry, based on his intuition and judgment.

As the undisputed leader of Hufflepuff, the badger was convinced of his choice.

The Hufflepuff table soon became as empty as the Gryffindor table.

Zhang Qiu also stood up immediately and left with her boyfriend. She also led many young eagles.

In the blink of an eye, there was only one table of Slytherins and half a table of Ravenclaws left in the entire hall - even the Slytherins were not full, as some half-bloods and even pure-bloods had left.

"Professor Dumbledore, it seems that Hogwarts is really terrible." Umbridge took a deep breath and smiled sweetly. "The students are very disobedient. This is not good. They don't behave like students at all. What do they think of school as?"

Snape resisted the urge to sneer.

He didn't speak, and the other professors were reserved.

Dumbledore blinked innocently: "I dote on them too much, dear Ms. Umbridge."

"According to the Education Order, I will take full control of the management of Hogwarts." Umbridge raised her head.

Dumbledore nodded but said nothing.

She looked at all the professors arrogantly, stood up, and left the teaching seat. Halfway through her walk, she remembered that she was not only here to give a lecture, but also to eat, so she stomped back to her original seat.

Dumbledore finished his meal slowly and waited for him to return to his office.

When I opened the door, there was already someone in the room.

"Oh, Harry, how did you get in?" Dumbledore asked in surprise. He closed the door and walked to his seat.

Harry said casually: "I asked Fawkes to open the door for me."

Dumbledore looked.

The phoenix, lying on Harry's lap, raised its head proudly.

"You have a very good relationship with it." Dumbledore whistled, sat down on a chair, and took out a can of cockroaches.

Just as he was about to open it, Harry reminded him, "Fawkes just let a few cockroaches in there."

Dumbledore paused and looked at Fawkes.

Phoenix nodded.

"Harry, you shouldn't..." Dumbledore put down the jar, feeling helpless.

Harry shook his head: "No, it wasn't my order. When I first came in, I saw Fawkes doing this. He was very skilled. It wasn't the first time."

Dumbledore looked at Fawkes in horror.

Phoenix still nodded proudly.

This made the white-bearded old man, whose expression usually did not change much, look ugly and slightly green.

oh……

Damn it.

He was trying to recall whether the pile of cockroaches he had eaten had any strange taste.

"Fawkes, you have become a bad person." Dumbledore said with a complicated expression.

Harry said righteously: "It must have been the Sorting Hat who taught it."

Godric, who was hanging on the wall, agreed, "Yes, it was the Sorting Hat. I saw it with my own eyes."

Dumbledore looked at the circle of portraits and photos with complicated eyes. Each and every one of them was an accomplice to the evil, watching Fawkes do these things, and no one told him.

"Okay, Professor Dumbledore, let's get down to business." Harry put the "turkey" down and stood up.

Dumbledore rubbed his face. "Harry, there is no way."

"The Ministry of Magic is now on the opposite side of the Death Eaters, at least that's what it seems."

"The Aurors are also on patrol..."

“They are on the side of order.”

Harry said nothing.

"But Harry, luckily you are here." Dumbledore looked at him with a complicated expression and took a deep breath. "I don't know if it is right or wrong to let you do it like this."

"But I hope you realize that you break the rules because someone is taking advantage of them."

"It doesn't mean you can make a decision..."

Harry interrupted him: "Let's not go into all this long-winded talk, Professor Dumbledore. From what you're saying, the Ministry of Magic is actually turning to Voldemort's side now?"

"Is Thicknesse a Death Eater?"

"Even the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic are Death Eaters?"

Dumbledore nodded: "Yes, your previous guess was correct."

"Thikness is a Death Eater."

"It's hard to imagine that someone like him would become a Death Eater."

Harry said coldly: "You shouldn't be so naive."

Dumbledore sighed, subconsciously picked up the jar with the cockroaches, glanced at Fawkes, put it down again, snapped his fingers, and ordered himself a caramel pudding: "Severus just came back to Hogwarts this morning. He just told me about this. You still had classes, so I didn't have time to call you."

"You also saw that Severus' arm was repaired by Voldemort."

Harry nodded: "I see, Professor Snape must hate Voldemort to death."

Dumbledore nodded: "You should go easy on Severus."

"At least……"

Harry interrupted him, waved his wand, and grabbed half of the pudding. "Is it to ask Severus to be more tolerant of Severus, my dear Albus, even if you don't eat the cockroach pile, the cockroaches have crawled into your brain?"

"Damn it! I'm almost going to give up this candy." Dumbledore shook the spoon in dissatisfaction. "I just hope you can influence him."

Harry sneered, "What you say is getting more and more outrageous."

Dumbledore put the spoon down. "Perhaps, I mean maybe, the Ministry of Magic will increase its influence over Hogwarts."

"Harry, there's nothing I can do."

"But I hope you can realize that what you need to do is to correct the rules that are being used maliciously, not..."

Harry stared at him and said softly, "Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore paused and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I'm being long-winded again, Harry, you have always been very sensible."

Harry stood up and stretched. "Professor Dumbledore, I finally don't have to give you face anymore. This will make me feel relieved."

Dumbledore shook his head.

Harry waved goodbye.

After walking out of the principal's office, he rubbed his face.

Finally I have the chance to vent my resentment towards the Ministry of Magic.

That's great.

Sirius inevitably left.

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff trusted him, but Dumbledore was too easilynding the rules.

But the Ministry of Magic failed to intercept him, and Dumbledore, the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, finally used his power and asked the Ministry of Magic to go through the procedure - to produce evidence that Sirius might be a Death Eater.

Now Sirius was forced to stay in the Black mansion and couldn't go anywhere.

Umbridge's arrival did not bring much blood and gore to Hogwarts. Madam Pink Toad was very quiet and just posted a few bland educational orders on the blackboard of Hogwarts.

"Education Order No. 1: Students are prohibited from possessing a typo pen, otherwise they will be punished."

"Education Order No. 2: Students are prohibited from possessing spiked Frisbees, otherwise they will be punished."

…

"Educational Order No. 9: Students are prohibited from possessing any items from the Weasley Brothers Joke Shop, otherwise they will be punished."

There were nine education orders, all in the name of Ministry of Magic laws.

But the actual content is doing what Mr. Filch should do.

certainly……

This thing is much stricter than the school rules of Hogwarts. Umbridge's patrol is so detailed that everyone except Harry Potter and his group of friends will be punished if caught - not the painless thing of deducting house points, but physical punishment.

Not to mention the routine corporal punishments such as cleaning the corridors and clearing the trophy room.

Umbridge also approved some more cruel corporal punishments.

Such as whipping, hanging and beating...

Filch often used these things to threaten young wizards, but a week passed and he hadn't tried them on anyone.

Umbridge had been busy with her "grand plan" and hadn't been able to meet Harry for a week.

but……

As the new self-appointed Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, she had to meet every single student.

A new week.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Monday afternoon.

When the little Gryffindor wizards walked into the classroom, they almost thought they had entered the wrong room - the training dummies set up by Sirius were gone, the looking glasses were gone, and the cages containing some small dark magic creatures were gone too.

The huge classroom is filled with tables, and only tables.

Harry and the others found a place to sit down.

When the bell rang for class, Umbridge came downstairs wearing an exaggerated red robe.

"Hello, classmates." Umbridge greeted them in a long, sweet accent.

There were a few scattered responses.

"No, that won't do." Umbridge shook her head and waved her wand. "I'm a professor, and you're students. You have to respect your professor."

"Now I greet you again."

"You will all respond in good spirits, 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.'"

"Do you understand?"

She took a deep breath: "Classmate..."

"This is Defense Against the Dark Arts class, not the Ministry of Magic for you to give a speech." Harry interrupted her at the right moment, "Go to class, okay?"

Umbridge took a deep breath: "Mr. Potter, you should be honest with the professor."

Harry waved his wand: "Vadi Vasi."

A piece of chalk bounced from the lecture hall onto Umbridge's forehead: "Respect comes from strength, not nonsense, class."

Umbridge gritted her teeth: "One hundred points from Gryffindor!"

"Because of disrespecting the professor and teasing him!"

Gryffindor was unmoved.

It doesn't matter, the score is not important at all.

"Now, everyone put away your wands." Umbridge clapped her hands, "Let's start the class."

All the little wizards looked at him in amazement.

Is there something wrong with your ears?

Put away your wand?

"We have to put away our wands in Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Ron exclaimed.

Umbridge glared at him: "You need to raise your hand to speak in my class, Mr. Weasley. Gryffindor will deduct ten points for your rudeness."

"I don't need a wand for my Defense Against the Dark Arts. Please put it away..."

Harry knocked on the table. "Sorry, this is not your Defense Against the Dark Arts class."