Cedric looked at Harry seriously.

He certainly knew what it meant to say this and make this decision.

But he did not back down or regret.

"Let's go after dinner." Harry smiled slightly, "Want to join us?"

Cedric glanced at his own house's long table and shook his head: "I have to be with my own house. See you later."

Meal time is quick.

The four of them met in front of the grand staircase, with Harry in the lead, and they all walked towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, which was on the third floor and was the place Harry was most familiar with.

Cedric walked over and was about to knock on the door.

"You're not here to negotiate." Harry shook his head, took out his wand and pressed it against the door lock.

Ahola hole open!

There was a click, the handle turned, and Harry pushed the door open hard.

"Who?" A sweet, terrified cry came from the room. Umbridge, who was writing a letter, looked up and saw someone walk in. "Potter? Granger, what do you want to do?"

"And me." Cedric was the last one to step in and reminded her.

Harry whispered, playing with his wand. "It's for something."

Umbridge was stunned.

"Something?" She was puzzled.

Cedric said, "The magazines you confiscated from Hufflepuff."

"A new Educational Order No. 1!" Umbridge slammed the table. "No one is allowed to possess that ridiculous ..."

Hermione interrupted her, "It's the magazine that tells the truth about your ridiculous life."

Umbridge slammed the table again, but she didn't dare to vent her anger on Hermione, because everyone knew what her relationship with Harry was.

"A total of thirty-seven books were confiscated, Ms. Umbridge. You have no right to do this." Cedric also took out his wand and confronted her, emphasizing the number in a heavier tone. "Give it back now, it has already hurt the little wizards of Hufflepuff."

Umbridge was shaking with anger.

Harry ignored him and raised his wand.

Flying around.

With a clang, a cardboard box shook, and in the blink of an eye a thick stack of magazines flew over and landed on the office desk.

Magazine, Umbridge was gloating.

It corresponds to Umbridge's twisted and hideous face in reality.

"Thirty-six." Harry counted, waiting for the last one to fall. "One is missing, Ms. Umbridge. Did you keep it for yourself?"

Umbridge's eyes widened.

Cedric shook his head awkwardly: "The number is correct, one of the copies was destroyed by her on the spot."

"Destroy? That requires compensation." Harry nodded and waved his wand.

With a bang——

The drawer flew open and hit Umbridge hard in the stomach.

"No money." Harry raised an eyebrow and waved his wand again.

The cabinet door opened, making a crisp sound as it hit Umbridge's face, who was hunched over and holding her stomach.

Things were flying around inside.

"No money either."

Harry flicked his wand.

Her bag was turned inside out and the contents fell out with a clang.

"Got it." Harry said calmly, and a gold Galleon flew up and landed on the magazine. "This Galleon will be compensation."

Cedric cast a levitation spell, picked up the thick stack of magazines, and put the Galleon into his pocket.

They walked towards the door.

"By the way, Ms. Umbridge." Harry suddenly turned around, "I heard that you punished George, Fred, and the Hufflepuff by putting them in detention for a month?"

"Don't be like this, okay?"

"You are not a professor. You have no right to put students in solitary confinement."

At this point, Harry paused and said softly, "The professors often joke that when they give me detention, it's actually me who gives them detention."

"I wouldn't mind trying to give you a period of detention for being such a hazard to Hogwarts."

"Keep your head clear, Umbridge."

Harry dropped the last sentence and disappeared into the frame of the door.

Umbridge raised her head. Her forehead was smashed by the cabinet door. Blood flowed down her cheek, leaving a trail of blood. Her eyes stared at the empty corridor with resentment. The Defense Against the Dark Arts office was almost a forbidden area. No one wanted to come here, and even passing by here was considered unlucky.

She took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and without caring about her manners, she walked towards Dumbledore's office wearing pink cat slippers that were completely different from her fat feet.

Command, go upstairs, knock on the door.

Umbridge stormed in: "Professor Dumbledore!"

"Ah, that's surprising, Umbridge, what's the matter with you?" Dumbledore held a glass of honey water, with a small dish of cockroaches beside him - they were crawling around in it, but magic prevented them from crawling out of the dish.

Ever since Fawkes played a prank on him last time, Dumbledore had learned his lesson and still couldn't give up this kind of candy.

Since I can't guard against Fox, I might as well be more troublesome when eating, picking them out one by one and identifying them one by one. It's a pity that I will never have that satisfying feeling of eating a handful of them at once.

"This was done by your good student, Harry Potter." Umbridge pointed to the wound on her forehead. "Shouldn't you discipline students like this more?"

Dumbledore just said lightly: "Really?"

"Professor Dumbledore!" Umbridge walked over and slammed her hands on the table, making a loud "bang" sound, supporting her body, "Punish Potter."

"That's Harry." Dumbledore shook his head. "He can hardly do anything wrong. Maybe you have some misunderstanding about him."

Umbridge gritted her teeth. "He has just disobeyed the Educational Order and taken the Quibbler away from me."

"More than just Potter!"

"And Granger, Weasley, and Diggory!"

"Diggory, the Diggory from Hufflepuff?" Dumbledore's eyes flashed.

Umbridge nodded heavily: "Yes, that's him."

"It seems that Harry is also popular in other colleges." Dumbledore thought thoughtfully.

Umbridge's eyes widened: "Professor Dumbledore, what are you talking about?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "I don't think those educational orders are good orders, my dear Umbridge. It's normal that students don't like them."

"That's an order from the Ministry of Magic," Umbridge stressed.

Dumbledore said nothing.

Umbridge took a deep breath and lowered her voice: "Dumbledore, are you going to cover up for Potter?"

"Covering up?" Dumbledore laughed and shook his head. "No, no, no, hasn't Harry been doing it himself and taking responsibility for it?"

"Harry is Harry."

Umbridge looked at him deeply, grabbing the table, wishing she could tear the edge of it to pieces, but she didn't have the ability to do so, and could only leave two thick greasy marks on the table.

"Well, Ms. Umbridge, it's late now. Give an old man like me some time to rest." Dumbledore waved his wand and dragged Umbridge to the door with magic. "To be honest, I've been suffering from nervous breakdown lately and need to rest well."

Wait until you drag it to the door.

Dumbledore paused: "If you have any problem, go and discuss it with Harry."

"He is the heir of Gryffindor."

"In terms of ability and status, he is even more qualified than me to have a say in Hogwarts matters."

Umbridge looked back in surprise, somewhat unable to comprehend the meaning of this sentence.

This is……

Supporting Porter?

No, no, no, Porter's strength is there, he doesn't need anyone to support him - he is someone who can support anyone.

That is...

He's saying, Potter can fully represent him?

Umbridge took a deep breath and walked down the stairs stiffly.

In the office.

The portrait of Godric, who was lying on the table pretending to be dead, floated up again. He begged and pleaded with Dumbledore, and finally got him to add this function. However, the space he could move in was not very large, and he could only move in the headmaster's office. "It seems that you are very satisfied with Harry?"

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded, sighed, gently pushed up his glasses, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Harry is really good, much better than I thought."

As he spoke, he paused slightly and looked at Godric: "Mr. Gryffindor, I thought you wouldn't understand me."

"Of course I understand. Otherwise, why would I want to find an heir?" Godric floated in front of him and lay down. "We are all destined to grow old. The future is destined to belong to the young."

"I'm better than you. Salazar may be a bit extreme, but at least he's not a dark wizard."

“You’ve met the very wrong people.”

"That Grindelwald, and this Riddle, I can understand that you are worried that the third outstanding young man in the future might also go astray."

Dumbledore shook his head. He didn't think that "Grindelwald was a mistake in his life."

He shook his head again: "I believe Harry will not go astray, but I am afraid that Harry will be forced to go astray. He is too good and others cannot catch up with him. I think he will not look for friends."

His face was distraught for a moment, but then he laughed happily: "But look at him, how great he is."

"Umbridge has only been here a week, just a week."

"Hufflepuffs can stand on the same side as him. They are Hufflepuffs."

"I let him handle all these things, and handed over the responsibilities that should be handed over to him in the future to him now. To be honest, I am worried that he will go to the Ministry of Magic with a sword and kill Umbridge and Thicknesse if we disagree, although that is also a way to deal with things."

At this point, he paused and sighed: "Harry finally took care of the thoughts of an old man like me."

"Don't worry, Harry is not the kind of person who can endure it." Godric shook his head.

Dumbledore took a sip of honey water sweetly: "But Harry has many friends now, and they are Hufflepuffs."

"I didn't have a friend as trustworthy as Cedric back then."

His eyes dimmed as he thought of something.

But he quickly cheered himself up again and stretched himself: "Mr. Godric, I'm afraid it's hard for you to understand how relaxing it is to not have to think so much as before."

"Just leave this matter to Harry, I feel at ease."

"Should we consider taking a trip? You haven't seen Godric's Hollow yet?"