Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 993: The sound of the toad

"I hate rain!"

Albert turned his head to look at the rain-drenched window, reached out and tapped the address book in his hand, which he had been using to get in touch with Fred, George and Lee Jordan on the train.

"I thought you liked the rain!" Katrina also turned her head and looked out the window, then looked back at the communication bookmark in Albert's hand, "You have been chatting with your sister since just now?"

"Yes!" Albert did not deny it, "I am idle anyway, and finding someone to chat can pass the boring time."

"Can you get me a copy of this?" Katrina asked suddenly, "I can pay Galleon."

"I don't plan to sell it for the time being, but you can make it yourself, and the transformation spell shouldn't be difficult for you!" Albert doesn't plan to spread the thing on hand on a large scale, so as not to give it to you in the next war. The Mysterious Man side adds an advantage.

"It's not just using a transformation spell?" Katrina doesn't believe this kind of nonsense. The principle of the communication bookmark may be a transformation spell, but it's definitely not that simple to make, and those who believe it directly are absolutely fools.

"Well, well, it's a more advanced use of the Transformation Charm." Albert put away his address book, he could feel the train slowing down.

"You don't plan to fulfill your responsibilities?" Katrina asked tentatively when she saw that Albert was going to leave directly, she felt that she had guessed the result.

"Let the prefects do the work of maintaining order, they always need to be given a chance to exercise." Albert casually made excuses for his laziness and followed the crowd to get off the train. After confirming that there is no problem around him, he turned his head to Katrina behind him and said, "You better not leave my sight."

"I'm so uneasy?" Katrina raised her eyebrows slightly, a little unhappy, not because she felt that Albert was making a fuss, but felt that she was being despised, the kind who was treated like a minor girl Feeling very uncomfortable.

"Don't be angry, in the face of danger, any negligence can cost you your life, a wizard's life is more fragile than you think." Albert raised his wand, using only two people to hear 's voice said, "Although the probability of them targeting you is very low, I'm still just in case."

"You just don't want to see Isobel sad." Katrina sighed, envious of her sister.

"I also don't want to see you having problems because of my problems. Since it's my problem, I have to take care of you." Albert got out of the car and came to the platform, raising his wand to make sure everything was fine. , then motioned for Katrina to follow.

At this moment, a crisp female voice came from not far away, and Hagrid had obviously not returned.

Albert was not surprised at all, after all, Hagrid had to take care of his giant brother.

This semester, Albert has decided to stay away from Hagrid, lest he leave the big idiot to himself.

Even if the mission is triggered, Albert intends to give up directly.

Giants!

Leave it to Potter.

The two deliberately landed at the back of the line to make sure no students were left behind as they followed the muddy trail outside Hogsmeade Station to the convoy of Thestral carriages.

Most of the carriages were already occupied, except for one that was empty. It was a special carriage for the president of the male and female student council at the rear.

This is one of their privileges.

"A few over there, take this one!"

Albert speaks to the bewildered sophomore who has been kicked out of the carriage by Malfoy and his buddies.

With that, he stared at Malfoy, who was laughing with his friends, and warned, "I don't care what you want to do, but don't cause me trouble."

"Got it," said Malfoy blankly.

"Go in!"

Albert motioned the three little guys to get into the carriage. This carriage was not quite the same as other carriages. The environment inside was obviously much better, although it was not as good as the one that took him to the Magic School Potions Tournament. There is no hay in it, nor a musty smell.

The wagon train staggered off.

The second-year students in the carriage looked at Albert with admiration, and one of the boys with freckles gathered his courage and carefully asked Albert a few questions about the duel champion.

"Don't trust the content of the newspaper too much. Most of the time, it is used by the newspaper to attract everyone's attention in order to sell the newspaper. That's all. If you believe too much, you will easily be fooled into a fool by others." Albert turned his head and looked out the window. After the convoy passed the school gate, he relaxed a little and looked at Hogwarts Castle, which was getting closer and closer.

"I think you're trying to say that most of the British wizarding world is stupid," Katrina grumbled.

"Many times, everything you see is what others want you to see." Albert said lightly: "As long as you're not an idiot, you'll find something is wrong with your brain."

"However, there are usually more fools in this world?" Katrina laughed to herself.

"Because they only passively receive information and never actively think about why, they can't blame others for becoming fools." Albert stopped talking, because the carriage team had stopped in front of the stone steps leading to the oak gate, hundreds of cars The carriage filled the space around the stone steps at once, and the students got off the carriage one after another and walked towards the oak gate of the castle.

Albert and Katrina stayed until the end to ensure that all students entered the castle before entering the castle slowly.

They were on their way to the auditorium when they heard giggling.

Albert stopped and looked at Peeves emerging from the shadows.

Katrina also stopped, looking at Peeves with some doubt. This guy is very weird, with a weird smile on his face that he can't hide, and rubbed his hands at Albert, as if he was waiting for something.

Albert reached into his pocket, took out a bag, and threw it to Peeves. Peeves who took the bag had a brighter smile on his face and a weirder sound, and disappeared directly holding the bag.

Katrina looked at Albert suspiciously, always feeling that the guy next to her was going to make trouble.

She didn't ask, though.

Anyway, if you ask, you probably won't get an answer, just watch it quietly. This is a tacit understanding they have developed.

Entering the auditorium, the decoration here is similar to the previous style, that is, the ceiling above the head is exactly the same as the sky outside, as if the professors forgot to replace the ceiling with a bright starry sky.

Albert walked down the Gryffindor table, looking for Fred, George, and Lee Jordan.

Every time he walked by, the people who were talking happily would quiet down and stare at him curiously, as if they were looking at some rare animal.

Well, there was actually a little girl who wanted to ask him for an autograph, which made Albert speechless. He had to pick up his pace and walked towards George who was waving to him.

"You're so welcome," quipped Fred with a grin. "I thought you'd stop and sign them."

"Shut up."

Albert took a seat in the seat vacated by the three of them and said hello to the girls sitting across from him.

"This year's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, I heard that he is still the deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic." George winked at Albert, saying these words deliberately to the surrounding students.

"Are you sure you're not mistaken, the Deputy Minister of Magic went to teach at Hogwarts?" Shanna looked at the witch with a bit of bad taste in the teachers' bench with some surprise.

Thinking on my knees knows it's not a good thing.

"Honestly, her taste is...unique."

"By the way, Albert, I've become a Quidditch captain." Angelina excitedly told everyone the good news.

"Congratulations. However, I'm afraid your luck is not very good." Albert's mouth twitched slightly, and he noticed that Umbridge had just taken a sip from the goblet.

"Why?" Angelina asked suspiciously.

"Didn't you read the newspaper? The Daily Prophet has been smearing Harry Potter a lot lately," Albert reminded.

"But, what does this mean?" Angelina was a little confused, obviously not understanding what Albert was saying.

"It means that the Ministry of Magic has a very bad relationship with Harry Potter, and our new professor is still the Deputy Minister of Magic, thinking about it, it is not very good." Albert explained.

"It's okay, if Harry can't play, isn't it still with you?" Angelina wasn't worried at all, and Albert was also a great Seeker.

"I have something to do this year, so I'm afraid I can't help you." Albert shook his head.

The expression on Angelina's face suddenly dropped.

"Do you know why the Deputy Minister of Magic came to teach at Hogwarts?" Shanna changed the subject quietly.

"It's not a good thing anyway." Lee Jordan said, "By the way, did you listen to the Wizard's Lookout broadcast?"

"What is that?" Arya asked suspiciously.

"A cryptic station broadcast. I remember last night the broadcast was about our new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. Honestly, our Defence Against the Dark Arts class might be a little bad this year."

"Let Albert teach us?" Arya suggested.

"I'm not free." Albert shook his head.

Gu Ling "What are you busy with?" Shanna asked curiously.

At this time, Professor McGonagall guides the students into the auditorium, and the sorting ceremony is about to begin.

Agitated by the first-year students, the Sorting Hat splits open like a mouth and sings loudly:

A long time ago when I was a new hat, before Hogwarts was built, the four founders of Noble House thought they would never part ways...

Our Hogwarts is in danger, and enemies outside the school are watching. We must be united within, otherwise everything will fall apart from within. I've spoken out to you, I've sounded the alarm for you? Now let's start sorting.

When the hat finished singing, it was motionless again.

"Do you think this is what Dumbledore meant, or the Sorting Hat himself?" George asked, turning his head to the applause.

Not only him, but the classmates in the audience are whispering to the people around them, discussing the warning of the Sorting Hat.

"Niko, has the Sorting Hat issued a similar warning before?" Albert asked the Gryffindor ghost directly.

"A few times before," recalls the nearly headless Nick. "The Sorting Hat feels it has a moral duty to warn the school appropriately if it feels the school is in...great danger. Of course. Well, its advice is the same every time: stay together, stay stable inside."

"A hat that predicts?" Fred asked rhetorically.

Everyone kept their mouths shut after sensing the unkind look from Professor McGonagall.

"How is it possible, the Sorting Hat is placed in Dumbledore's office, and probably heard some news there." Albert said in a voice that could be heard by several people around.

"After all, you are the prophet." George laughed silently.

Soon, with the announcement of Professor McGonagall's name and Sorting Hat, the long line of first-year students was dwindling.

At the end of the sorting ceremony, their headmaster stood up to greet everyone and announced the official start of the dinner.

“How does it feel to be the student council president, isn’t it cool?”

George cuts a steak, squinting at Umbridge, who is also slicing a steak in the teacher's chair.

"She really looks like a toad, pink toad!"

"Affects appetite."

"I don't know why the Headmaster would give in to the Ministry of Magic."

"I don't know, Professor Dumbledore should have his own reasons for having to give in!"

Several people lowered their voices and whispered quietly.

"I've heard people say that unmarried old aunts like her are the most terrifying. Many of them are distorted because they don't get the nourishment of love." Lee Jordan muttered softly.

"No one reminded her that there was something wrong with her taste?"

"I dare say that her heart must be twisted, otherwise someone who is very old will dress up as a little girl."

"Maybe, you can try to save her taste."

"Forget it, if you are locked up, you won't be able to pay." Lee Jordan nibbled at the chicken leg and laughed at himself: "At this time, you should pray to God, maybe God and his old man will answer your plea."

"I thought wizards believed in Merlin."

"Wizards don't have faith, at least I don't." George shook his head and said, "Merlin's beard or something, it's just a catchphrase."

At this moment, the expression on Umbridge's face, who had just eaten a steak and took another sip of wine, froze, as she noticed that there was blood on the steak.

She reached out and touched the underside of her nose, looking at the blood-stained fingers, she was stunned.

I actually have a nosebleed, it seems to be serious.

Not only was she stunned, Dumbledore, who was beside her, also noticed Umbridge's change and cast a suspicious look at her.

"You're all right!"

Umbridge had already pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and covered his nose before he could answer Dumbledore, and the professors in the faculty also noticed the change in the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.

Even the students below who were talking in low voices noticed.

"Looks like something happened?" Fred forced a smile, gesturing everyone to look at Umbridge on the teacher's bench.

"Our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor seems to have a nosebleed?" Lee Jordan also held back his laughter.

"The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's curse has begun to take effect?" George deliberately diverted the topic, "She's really unlucky, she's had bad luck when she first came to school."

Umbridge's eyes widened and he was horrified to find that the nosebleed had not stopped, and the handkerchiefs were stained red from the nosebleed.

"Perhaps, you should go to the school hospital, Poppy should be able to give you some help." Professor McGonagall looked at the embarrassed Umbridge and suggested.

As soon as news of Umbridge's nosebleeds spread, it was quickly called the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's curse, and some people quietly gambled on how long Umbridge would last.

"How long do you think Madam Pomfrey will be able to cure her?" Fred asked Albert sideways. George next to him even sent a message to Albert through the newsletter bookmark, asking if Madam Pomfrey might find something wrong.

"Probably...it won't take long."

Albert knew Madam Pomfrey was capable of solving this problem.

Actually, it took about a quarter of an hour for Umbridge to finally be back in her seat after Albert had wiped out two servings of food.

Just...

The good times don't last long.

As soon as Umbridge ate something, he began to have a nosebleed again, and then hurried to the school hospital to ask Madam Pomfrey for help while everyone watched.

This time, Umbridge didn't touch the food on the table. It's not that she didn't suspect that someone touched the food and caused her nosebleeds, but everyone chose the food on their plates, obviously it was impossible for anyone to target her on purpose.

Yes, Umbridge never imagined that Peeves was secretly working on her cups and knives and forks~IndoMTL.com~ After all, nosebleeds are quite common, and everyone thinks that Umbridge is just not in good health.

Who would have thought that someone was deliberately targeting Umbridge?

No, no one would have thought, at least now that no one would find out that something was wrong, and the professors were mostly just gloating.

"Are you really not going to have some? Syrup tarts are delicious," Dumbledore suggested with a smile, looking at Umbridge, who had only eaten a few bites since the beginning.

"No, I'll stop eating for now." Umbridge is still smirking, but she's in a very bad mood right now. It's a cruel torture to watch everyone eat on an empty stomach. If it can be done, it would be hell!

Appears to be an after-dinner announcement of the Ministry's interference at Hogwarts.

Umbridge eventually persevered, rudely interrupting Dumbledore and delivering a string of unpopular speeches.

It's just that there seems to be another glitch during the presentation.

"...to achieve a balance between old and new, between permanence and change..."

Gurgling voices suddenly sounded in the auditorium.

"...some old habits will be retained, and this is understandable, and some habits are outdated and must be..."

The hungry grunt sounded again, and everyone was holding back from laughing.

However, Umbridge's belly seems to be protesting its mistreatment, the grunts getting louder and louder.

Finally, someone below the stage couldn't help but burst out laughing.

As long as someone takes the lead, more and more people can't help but laugh.

It's a wonderful grunt, almost like a toad.

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