Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 310: Innocent Quidditch

The dinner was over. The students went back to their dormitories to rest and prepare for tomorrow's classes. As for the prefect of Gryffindor, Ron had to run to give first-year freshmen a lesson.

It is necessary to establish the prestige of the new prefect.

Dumbledore took Umbridge around Hogwarts, and McGonagall followed them and accompanied them as the vice-principal.

No one would have thought that even if Umbridge stayed in school for less than half a day, he left Hogwarts students with an unexpected "gift."

"My school days, I also spent it here." In the trophy showroom, Umbridge looked at the shiny and polished trophies in the cabinet, making a look of remembrance. , The wrinkles on his face squeezed into a ball, but he didn't know it.

A few people wandered around here for a while, then walked outside the house together, towards the Quidditch pitch.

"This is Quidditch's court." Dumbledore waved his cuff and pointed towards the wide court. It was extremely empty, with occasional breeze passing by, and a bright moon in the sky. Out of the way, through the clouds, elegant and quiet.

When it is lively, both the venue and the stands are crowded with people.

"It looks good." She gave a bureaucratic smile.

She also participated in some management in the previous Quidditch World Cup. She still knows a little about the heat of this event, and there is no objection to it. It is said that it can also promote economic growth, so she did not show any obvious Dislike.

With a "swish", a bright red ghost flying ball suddenly flew out from nowhere. It was so fast that it slammed straight towards Umbridge and hit her with a "clang" The woman didn't even make a sound on her face, she just fell straight to the ground.

"Who is it?" Professor McGonagall immediately drew out his wand and looked around guardedly, the expression on his face becoming more serious.

The attack on the current Minister of Magic at Hogwarts is not good news for the school anyway.

"Minerva, relax. The students should have done it unintentionally." Dumbledore stretched out his wand, placed it on Umbridge’s forehead and tapped it, a soft, white light that symbolizes healing. Fleeting.

As an emergency treatment.

"Albus! How could anyone be training now, today is the first day..." Professor McGonagall pointed to the empty stadium and said sternly that she thought it might be a plot Attack.

She guessed right, but she didn't know the purpose of the person who planned the attack, let alone the planner of everything, right in front of her.

"Well, I will discuss these later, I think I should rescue her now." Dumbledore said decisively.

"Quickly recover." The old man's old voice sounded, and the powerful magic quickly made Umbridge regain consciousness.

"This sport is too dangerous. I want to ban it, ban it!" As soon as Umbridge woke up, he quickly stood up struggling, and started screaming frantically, falling into hysterical hysterics. status.

Professor McGonagall's face instantly became ugly.

And Dumbledore's face, with a smile but a smile, looked at the woman quietly.

In the depths of the forbidden forest at this time, a faint moonlight poured down, and the air was slightly cold. In the bushes full of thorns, there were occasional noises, perhaps insects.

The horseman Firenze is standing on a black stone, the upper part of his body is kept leaning back, one eye is slightly narrowed, the thumb of his left hand is raised, and his right hand is raised. The cream-colored horse was standing firmly on the ground. This posture was obviously a throwing posture. It didn't last long and recovered quickly. He shook his sturdy arm a few times and moved his wrist.

"This is the favorite exercise of ordinary wizards? It's nothing interesting." He muttered to himself and shook his head.

It seems that this is the so-called "culprit".

"Ms. Umbridge, my suggestion is that you'd better go to the school hospital where I can be the first time, so as not to leave any sequelae." His eyes turned back and waited until Umbridge finished his vent. After the manic mood, Dumbledore smiled and slowly gave his own advice.

"Yes, yes, take me to the doctor, I feel a little dizzy now." Umbridge exaggerated, holding his fingers beside his forehead pretending to be weak, showing a pained expression. But looking at how excited she was just now, it didn't seem like there was a big problem at all.

Pure physical damage is difficult for a wizard to cause great damage.

In fact, as long as the old man is willing, even if Voldemort comes to him, it will be difficult to cause any harm to the person he wants to protect.

Then why did Umbridge get hit?

This is a question worth thinking about.

On the second day, all Hogwarts students received a news that shocked everyone.

Hogwarts will temporarily cancel any training on Quidditch competitions, and the Hogwarts school Quidditch competition may stop.

Last year there was an even more exciting Goblet of Fire. All the students had no objection, but it was difficult for them to understand that the Quidditch competition was stopped this year.

Dolores Umbridge issued "Education Order No. 20": For the stability of Hogwarts and the safety of students, all Quidditch-related activities are temporarily prohibited.

"Why is this? Professor McGonagall, what happened? We need to stop the Quidditch game, and even training is banned." The news spread after the class was over the next morning.

Because the notice was posted in the break rooms of various colleges.

Harry went directly to Professor McGonagall's office after class.

Dumbledore is no longer at Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall will do the responsibilities of the principal. Soon the new acting principal will be selected by the Ministry of Magic and take up his post.

"I'm sorry, Potter, this is the decision of the Ministry of Magic, at least for now, Hogwarts can only comply with this decision temporarily."

"She must have a reason, right?" Harry said irritably.

"At least that's the reason." Professor McGonagall didn't want to tell Harry the truth. That wouldn't help.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and saw that her mood was actually affected~IndoMTL.com~ In short, accept the status quo, we will try our best to get back soon. "Professor McGonagall comforted Harry. As a female fan, she actually had a hard time accepting.

Harry felt very depressed.

He hasn't touched Quidditch for a year or so. The Goblet of Fire last school year took him a lot of time to prepare, and the Quidditch game for that year was suspended.

The broomstick symbolizing the best performance-Firebolt, I don't know how long the ash has been eaten under my box. I thought it would be able to see the sun again soon. I didn't expect such an unexpected happening now. Turning point.

He hated the old woman more and more.

It's just that Umbridge has now left Hogwarts.

That’s right, it’s not going back overnight. How could such an education order be issued?

The beginning of this semester seems to be a bad sign.