When the Quibbler returns to Hufflepuff.

The badger whose magazine was destroyed also received a compensation of one Galleon, which made him very proud. He went to buy sixteen silver Sickles of snacks to share with everyone.

punish?

Confinement?

Educational orders posted on notice boards?

These swaggering, frightening, and scary things now seem to have no meaning.

As long as you are not afraid of it, it cannot harm you.

What happened tonight was very insignificant, a conflict between a few students and a self-proclaimed "professor", and it didn't cause much trouble. But the impact it caused and the speed at which it fermented spread much faster than Umbridge thought.

The next day, the Gryffindor stopped attending her class.

The little lions were having fun in the library and on the lawn openly.

The little badgers were a little hesitant at first, but under Gryffindor's instigation, they stopped going to Pink Toad's class and stayed in their own dormitories or the kitchen. They even pestered Professor Sprout to put themselves in solitary confinement. Isn't that a good thing?

The Ravenclaws were decisive. When they saw that the Gryffindors did not go to class and did not suffer any punishment, they also stopped going. During class time, they would stay in the common room, discussing in low voices around their textbooks, or practice dueling under the supervision of senior students who had no classes.

In just one day, Slytherin was the only one willing to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Umbridge was furious.

At dinner time, she grabbed a third-year Hufflepuff and asked, "Why didn't you come to class today!"

Hufflepuff shrank his neck and dared not speak.

Although he had made the decision, regardless of his identity as a child or a student, he naturally had a bit of fear towards the pink toad in front of him.

"Points off for Hufflepuff!"

"Deduct one hundred points!"

Umbridge grabbed him by the collar and scolded him fiercely: "And detention, all of you tonight..."

The third-year Hufflepuff wizard took a deep breath and spoke in a very loud voice, interrupting her: "Does Mr. Potter know?"

Umbridge was startled.

Hufflepuff broke free from her hand, "Mr. Potter doesn't allow you to have power in Hogwarts. You are not qualified!"

He turned his head and cried to a place not far away: "Mr. Diggory, Ms. Umbridge bullied me!"

Cedric hurried over, his face serious, raised his wand and pointed it at her: "Ms. Umbridge, don't do anything to Hufflepuff again."

After saying this, he didn't give her a chance to respond.

He carefully protected the students of his own academy and kept them away, just as if he was on guard against some black-hearted priest who might attack the little wizard - although it was impossible for a priest to look like this.

Umbridge gritted her teeth.

Too much!

That’s too much!

She turned around and found Professor Sprout and told him everything that had happened today.

After she finished speaking, she waved her short hands and said in a serious tone: "Dean Sprout, this kind of thing..."

"Thank you for your reminder, Umbridge. I will look into this matter." Sprout nodded perfunctorily. "Now please move aside. I still..."

Umbridge interrupted her, saying in a pompous tone, "Understood?"

"I've already told you, they are unforgivable and must be severely punished!"

Sprout said coldly: "I didn't stop you from punishing, Professor - Umbridge, if my students do something wrong, I will not be partial to them, please exercise your power."

Umbridge clenched her fists.

I actually want to...

But the problem is that this is not something you can do just by thinking about it yourself. No one is backing you up, and you can't do anything on your own.

"Please move aside." Sprout reached out and was about to push her away.

Umbridge gave in: "Sprout, of course I want to, and they use Mr. Potter to threaten me, I won't..."

"Mr. Potter?" Sprout pretended to be surprised. "That's a Gryffindor student, and I'm the head of Hufflepuff. Ms. Umbridge, you seem to have found the wrong person. You should go to Minerva for this matter."

"alright."

"You've already wasted a lot of my time, please get out of the way."

Sprout pushed her aside and shoved her away roughly.

Umbridge stared blankly at the receding figure, feeling a little overwhelmed.

What happened...

Isn't it said that the head of Hufflepuff is the weakest? Why is he so tough?

She clenched her fists, still unwilling to give up, and walked towards Professor McGonagall's office.

Professor McGonagall is teaching a class.

Umbridge barged in without further ado: "Professor McGonagall."

Professor McGonagall paused, looked back at her, and said dissatisfiedly: "Professor Umbridge, I am in class now. Can we talk later?"

"No, this is very important." Umbridge shook her head.

Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and an unused table moved its feet and ran over to Umbridge's feet. It shrunk and then grew bigger, carrying Umbridge and ran out. "No, nothing is more important than teaching students, especially when it happens to you."

She spoke calmly, waved her wand, closed the door, and continued with the lesson.

Wait until the course is over.

McGonagall let Umbridge in, who had been waiting at the door eagerly. "Tell me what's going on that has you interrupting my normal class."

"It's about Mr. Potter." Umbridge said without hesitation, "Mr. Potter is going too far now. He is interfering with my normal rights as a professor."

"I was hoping Professor McGonagall would..."

Professor McGonagall nodded perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, Gryffindor will be deducted 100 points."

These 100 points deducted from Gryffindor are not a big deal.

Umbridge had already deducted all of Gryffindor's points. With this one hundred points added in, Gryffindor would owe more than three hundred points. If the scoring gems had negative points, then the negative side of Gryffindor would definitely be filled up.

"No, more than 100 points, there's also detention!" Umbridge shook her head.

Professor McGonagall emphasized again: "Ms. Umbridge, I remember telling you that I have been keeping Harry in detention."

"Leave him to me, let me..." Umbridge emphasized.

Professor McGonagall was a little impatient: "We have talked about these things before. If you want to punish Harry, then go and talk to him. What's the point of talking to me?"

"Don't bother me with this kind of thing again!"

"Now that Professor Dumbledore has disappeared and Harry is still just a student, I have to worry about all the Hogwarts affairs. I don't have time to listen to your complaints like a nagging woman."

She was very rude and waved her wand to drive Umbridge out again.

With a bang——

The door slammed loudly.

After being humiliated in front of two professors in succession, Umbridge returned to her office, frowning and thinking.

Professor, no...

Then from the students themselves?

Soon, she smiled triumphantly. Could this group of young students really be better than her in office tactics?

She quickly called over the Slytherin prefects.

Malfoy has not been having a good time recently. After he openly fell out with his family, he lost their financial support. The only good news is that it doesn't cost much to live in Hogwarts, but the already difficult living environment became even more difficult after he refused to become a Death Eater.

Voldemort returns.

He didn't get much support.

Losing to Potter and having one of his arms cut off forced the pure-blood families to take stock of the situation. Can this Dark Lord still have the authority he once had?

If he can't even deal with Potter, how can he deal with Potter and Dumbledore working together?

Perhaps privately, under pressure from the Dark Mark on their arms, they would give away some supplies.

But on the surface, their children must draw a line between themselves and the Death Eaters and cannot have even the slightest connection with them - if it was only Dumbledore they would dare to be fence-sitters, but Potter and Dumbledore have completely different personalities, and they are very afraid of being purged.

Lucius Malfoy was an outspoken Death Eater.

So his son, Draco Malfoy, became the target of bullying by the Slytherins who wanted to show that they had no connection with the Death Eaters.

Privately, the few pure-blood families who were still willing to stand on Voldemort's side knew better what kind of person Draco Malfoy was. Perhaps because of rejection or hatred, they were more ruthless towards Malfoy.

Slytherins fight almost every day.

Draco and some other bullied people joined together to fight against the bullies.

As the leader, Draco was often the most seriously injured.

"Mr. Malfoy." Umbridge smiled sweetly, "I'm glad to see you here."

Draco looked at her coldly: "Professor Umbridge, what can I do for you?"

Umbridge waved her wand and poured a cup of tea for Draco. "It's very important. Maybe you have heard that there are a lot of disobedient students in the school recently. Even the professors are very doting on them. This is not good and is not conducive to the normal and healthy education of the school."

"In a few days, the Ministry of Magic will pass a new Education Order No. 1, which will be a review of all professors."

"I, as the Senior Inquisitor of the Ministry of Magic, will have the power to decide whether each professor stays or leaves."

"certainly……"

"I can't handle this job alone. I need help. Now that Dumbledore is not here, we have to get rid of these unsettling factors..."

Draco stood up and looked at her. "Do you want me to help you get the professors, or Potter, out of the castle?"

Umbridge nodded: "Only when those disturbing factors get out can we have a better ..."

Draco shook his head, his voice cold: "I don't like Dumbledore and I hate Potter, but I know very well that now that Professor Dumbledore is not here and only Potter is here, Hogwarts is truly safe."

"I will not be so shallow as to blindly drive Potter away."

Umbridge gritted her teeth and slammed the table: "You are the Slytherin prefect! Hasn't Slytherin always been..."

"They might agree with you." Draco shook his head, mocking slightly, "But I wouldn't."

"If you want an answer."

"Then I, as the Slytherin prefect, will reject your request. I and the Slytherin that I can represent will reject your request."

As he spoke, he fumbled around in his pocket, pulled out the prefect's badge, and clumsily pinned it on his chest.