Slytherin prefect.

If Umbridge hadn't reminded him, he would have almost forgotten his identity.

Umbridge stared at Draco in disbelief.

What happened...

Even Slytherin abandoned him?

Draco straightened his tattered school robes, looked at her politely and smiled slightly: "Professor Umbridge, I hope you realize what you are doing."

He nodded in greeting, turned and walked out of the office, raised his hand and was about to take off the prefect's badge, but stopped when his fingers touched the cold edge.

There's nothing wrong with wearing this thing.

He had always been proud of being a Slytherin.

Thinking of this, he straightened his back and strode towards the Slytherin common room.

Tonight, the fight is even more exciting.

Madam Pomfrey was nearly injured.

Umbridge waved her hand and issued two more educational decrees.

"Education Order No. 26: The Senior Investigator has the power to expel any professor who is found to be unqualified."

"Education Order No. 27: Groups of three or more are prohibited. Any gathering of three or more groups must be reported to the Senior Investigator and approved (including Quidditch teams)."

However, her new order received no response.

No one cares about her.

Except for the Slytherin Quidditch team who actually went to Umbridge foolishly to ask for her approval, the other three houses didn't take her seriously.

Even the professors...

Apart from Trelawney, who had an average relationship with Harry and knew that he had no real ability, even Hagrid did not panic.

Until the new week.

Monday night.

Umbridge was resting in her office, holding her little kitten in her arms. In front of her was a row of photos of Hogwarts professors that she had collected from various magazines.

"Who should we let go this week?" She squinted her eyes, unsure.

His eyes lingered between Trelawney and Hagrid.

A Trelawney who looks thin and easy to bully, and whose reputation among students is only slightly better than hers.

A half-giant who has disobeyed his will but has no idea about it, and doesn't even realize that he is a half-giant.

The two of them were Umbridge's first choices.

Just when she was hesitating.

There was a knock on the office door.

Umbridge didn't react. She had become accustomed to being pushed open the door whenever she made a noise at the door. Since coming to Hogwarts, except for the first few days, she had never been respected.

Dongdong——

There was another knock on the door, in an urgent voice.

Only then did she realize that this was a knock on the door. Normal people would knock before entering a house.

"Come in," Umbridge said sweetly, clearing her throat and waving her wand, opening the door.

A Slytherin rushed in in a panic: "Professor Umbridge, something bad has happened."

"Potter, there are a group of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs gathering in the Great Hall!"

"There are more than three people."

“All students from grades one through five went.”

crowd gathering!

The education order that I just issued.

This word made her stand up suddenly.

These damn little wizards!

But "Porter", this sentence begins with the two-syllable word "Porter".

The pressure on her shoulders made her sit back heavily.

"Potter is here too?" she said stiffly.

The Slytherin nodded.

Umbridge took a deep breath and waved her hand: "I know."

Slytherin poked his head out and said, "Professor, aren't you going to stop them? I saw that some Slytherins also went there."

Umbridge took another deep breath and glared at him fiercely: "I'll be there in a minute. I need to make some preparations."

"Then I'll wait for the professor here." The young Slytherin wizard nodded, and not only did not leave, but also walked into the house.

Umbridge slammed the table: "No need!"

"You go back first, I know the way."

The little Slytherin wizard left feeling aggrieved. He clearly cared a lot about Professor Umbridge, so why was he treated like this?

This is not fair!

Umbridge took a deep breath and picked up the quill heavily. She was not completely without people who could support her.

In the auditorium.

The long table was moved aside, and young wizards from the four academies were present.

"Malfoy?" Ron keenly caught the eye-catching green. "Why are you here?"

Slytherin has the fewest members.

The five grades combined have less than twenty students, only sixteen.

Malfoy glanced at him and slowly took out a bag of Galleons: "Professor Umbridge's content is meaningless. We are of course eager to learn better knowledge."

"Since you have accepted the commissions from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, why not accept the commission from Slytherin?"

Ron didn't answer, but looked back at Harry.

Malfoy shook the pocket in his hand and said, "Of course, we are also ready to pay for the commission, two Galleons per person, which should be much more generous than theirs."

He threw it forward, towards Ron's arms.

Ron shook his wand and caught the levitation spell accurately.

"Of course not." Harry nodded.

Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief.

Several other Slytherins breathed a sigh of relief without disguising it.

Slytherin has always been at odds with the other three houses. They are used to being excluded and are now afraid of being excluded again.

Fortunately not.

Harry said nothing, stepped aside and handed the stage to Neville. Neville had prepared for today's class for a long time, asked Hermione for advice many times, and even asked Professor McGonagall for advice. When Professor McGonagall knew that Harry was going to let him teach a class of fifth-year wizards, her face was full of surprise.

Neville hesitated and stammered.

I almost bit my tongue several times.

It was a terrible performance, but the little wizards were able to distinguish the things that came out of Neville's mouth, which was indeed very useful. What's more, Harry was sitting beside them, writing and drawing something on the parchment. Before their dissatisfaction accumulated to the limit, they did not dare to complain too much.

Regardless of whether the young wizards actively show this tolerance or not, this inclusive atmosphere ultimately gives Neville a lot of motivation.

His words became more and more fluent.

My back became straighter and straighter.

What was said became more organized.

Forty-five minutes later, the class ended.

Neville's watch on his wrist ticked, he breathed a sigh of relief and clapped his hands gently: "Okay, the first class is over, everyone take a ten-minute break, and we'll continue with the second class in ten minutes."

He stamped his feet heavily and walked down from the teacher's seat in a hurry.

In the corner, a cat that Crookshanks dared not approach nodded with satisfaction.

Apart from the stuttering way of speaking and the several times Neville put himself in danger - such as falling flat on his face, this was a pretty good lesson.

Ten minutes later.

Just when the second class was about to start.

With a clang——

The door of the Great Hall was pushed open heavily, and Umbridge led a team of Aurors in. The one closest to the Pink Toad was his old acquaintance Scrimgeour.

Umbridge never thought that the only people who could support her were professors such as Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Sprout. She always remembered very clearly that her most important identity was the Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic. Obviously, the Ministry of Magic was the one who could support her the most.

She was smug and high-handed.

"Potter, your dream is over!" Umbridge shouted as she entered the room. "Now stop gathering and beg for mercy."

"You have violated too many educational orders!"

"And, Miss Granger, stay away from Mr. Potter. I said, I mean, the Education Order states that healthy relationships between men and women should be kept six inches apart."

All the little wizards looked at her.

Someone noticed the Auror and his eyes turned panicked.

Someone took a deep breath, breathing nervously, like Cedric, who had already grasped his wand tightly in his hand.

Harry stood up without saying anything and looked at Scrimgeour.

Umbridge followed his gaze and looked at Scrimgeour, becoming even more complacent: "See, Potter? If you disobey my orders again, you will be disobeying the general trend of the wizarding world against the Death Eaters. You are delaying our fight against evil..."

She didn't finish her words.

Scrimgeour put his wand back into his pocket and raised his hands high: "No, Harry, I am not here to be your enemy this time."

Umbridge was startled, her eyes almost popping out of her head.

etc……

Aren’t you here to support me?

How come you surrendered before Potter even said a word?

Scrimgeour didn't even look at Umbridge. "I'm only here to collect her body. I don't think you would want to leave such an unlucky thing in Hogwarts."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Besides that, I have something else to say to you and Dumbledore." Scrimgeour's face was serious. "It's very important."

"Believe me, Harry, I've always been your friend."

Harry nodded and waved his hand.

Scrimgeour stepped aside.

Harry walked slowly towards Umbridge.

The pink toad was terrified and retreated alone, trying to run out the door.

With a bang, the door closed heavily.

"You seem a little too proud of yourself." Harry looked at her straight in the eye and said calmly, "Is it because of your position as Deputy Minister of Magic?"

Umbridge almost retorted subconsciously.

Say this: "He is a senior deputy minister, not a deputy minister."

"Or do you think the Ministry of Magic can decide everything?" Harry continued.

"Or do you naively think that the premise of 'dealing with the Death Eaters' can constrain me like it constrains Dumbledore?"

At this point, Harry paused.

He looked back, his eyes swept over Draco, Cedric, Goldstein, and Ron, smiled slightly, and said softly: "I didn't deal with it before because the timing was not right."

"Thank you so much for coming over now."

"Otherwise I'll have to wait until Friday to catch you."

"Then... let's vote now."

Harry raised his wand and ejected a huge Hogwarts emblem that floated in the center of the hall, but it was colorless, just pale and dull.