Chapter 993： toad's cry

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"I hate rain!"

Albert turned his head to look at the rain-drenched window, reached out and tapped the address book on his hand, and he had been using this method to keep 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 didn't deny it. "Anyway, it's idle time. Looking for 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. The transformation spell shouldn't be difficult for you, right!" Albert didn't plan to spread the thing on hand on a large scale, so as not to give the mysterious person a side in the next war Add an edge.

"It's not just the use of transformation spells?" Katrina doesn't believe this kind of nonsense. The principle of communication bookmarks may be transformation spells, but it is definitely not that simple to create, and those who believe directly are definitely fools.

"Well, that's it, a more advanced use of the Transformation Spell." Albert put away the 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 maintain the order, they always need to give them a chance to exercise." Albert casually made excuses for his laziness and followed the crowd to get off the train. After confirming that there was no problem around him, he turned his head to Katrina behind him and said, "You'd 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 big fuss, but felt that she was being despised, and the feeling of being treated as a minor girl was very uncomfortable. Comfortable.

"Don't be angry. In the face of danger, any negligence may cost you your life. A wizard's life is more fragile than you think." Albert raised his wand and said in a voice that only two people could hear. , "Although the probability of them targeting you is very low, I can still take precautions."

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

"I don't want to see you have problems because of my problems. Since it's my problem, I have to take care of you." Albert got off the bus and came to the platform, raised his wand to make sure there was no problem around him, and then signaled Katrina followed.

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

In this regard, Albert is not surprised at all, after all, Hagrid still has to take care of his giant brother.

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

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

giant!

Leave it to Potter.

The pair 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 the 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 car!"

Albert said to the second-year student who was overwhelmed by Malfoy and his partner being driven off the carriage.

After speaking, he stared at Malfoy who was chatting and 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 sent him to the Magic School Potions Championship, but There was no hay in it, nor a musty smell.

The carriage staggered off.

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

"Don't trust the contents of the newspapers too much. Most of the time, the newspapers use it to attract everyone's attention in order to sell the newspapers, that's all. If you believe too much, it's easy to be fooled by others." Albert Turning his head and looking out the window, after the convoy passed the school gate, he relaxed his vigilance a little and looked at Hogwarts Castle, which was getting closer and closer.

"I think you're trying to say that half of the British wizarding world is a fool," 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 a little brainstorming."

"However, there are usually more fools in this world?" Katrina laughed at 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, and hundreds of carriages suddenly After filling the space around the stone steps, 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 the students entered the castle before entering the castle slowly.

On their way to the auditorium, they suddenly heard giggling.

Albert stopped and looked at Peeves emerging from the shadows.

Katrina also stopped, looking at Peeves suspiciously. 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. The smile on Peeves' face who got the bag became more and more bright, and the sound he made became more and more strange. He just took the bag and disappeared.

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

However, she didn't ask.

Anyway, if you ask, you probably won't get an answer. Just watch it quietly. This is the 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.

Whenever he passed by, the people who were chatting 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," Fred joked with a smile. "I thought you'd stop by and sign them."

"To shut up."

Albert sat down in the vacant seat vacated by the three of them and said hello to the girls sitting across from him.

"This year's Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I heard that he is still the Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic." George winked at Albert, saying this to the surrounding students on purpose.

"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.

It's not a good thing to think about with your knees.

"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 just took 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 recently," Albert reminded.

"But, what does this mean?" Angelina was a little confused, obviously didn't understand the meaning of Albert's words.

"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 the Ministry of Magic. If you think about it, you know that the situation is not very good." Albert explained.

"It doesn't matter, if Harry can't play, isn't there still you?" Angelina was not worried at all, and Albert was also a very good 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 changed.

"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," said Lee Jordan. "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.

"What are you doing?" Shanna asked curiously.

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

In the restlessness of the first-year students, the Sorting Hat split open like a mouth and sang aloud:

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 stopped moving again.

"Do you think it was Dumbledore's intention, or the Sorting Hat himself?" George asked, turning his head amid applause.

Not only him, but the classmates in the audience were 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 ghost of Gryffindor directly.

"A few times before," recalls Nick, who was almost headless. "The Sorting Hat felt morally obligated to give the school proper warning if it felt the school was in...great danger. Of course, its The advice is the same every time: stick together and maintain internal stability.”

"A hat that can predict?" Fred asked rhetorically.

After feeling the bad look from Professor McGonagall, everyone kept their mouths shut.

"How is it possible, the Sorting Hat was 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, as Professor McGonagall called out her name and the Sorting Hat announcement, the long line of first-year students was shrinking.

After 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 president of the student council, isn't it cool?"

George cut a steak, squinting at Umbridge, who was also cutting steak on the teachers' bench.

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

"Affects appetite."

"I really 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 haven't been nourished by love." Lee Jordan muttered softly.

"No one reminded her, is there something wrong with her taste?"

"I dare say that her heart must be twisted, otherwise someone who is a lot older 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 for it." Lee Jordan gnawed 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 beliefs, at least I don't." George shook his head and said, "Merlin's beards and things like that are just catchphrases."

At this moment, the expression on Umbridge's face, who had just eaten a steak and took another sip of wine, suddenly froze, because she found 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.

He actually had a nosebleed, it seemed to be very serious.

Not only was she stunned, but Dumbledore next to him also noticed the change in Umbridge and cast a suspicious look at her.

"are you OK!"

Umbridge had already taken out 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 chatting in low voices noticed.

"Looks like something happened?" Fred forced a smile and motioned 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 come into effect?" George deliberately diverted the topic. "She's really unlucky. She was plagued with bad luck when she first came to school."

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

"Maybe, 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.

After the news of Umbridge's nosebleeds spread, it was soon passed on by everyone as the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Some people quietly started gambling, betting on how long Umbridge could 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.

In fact, 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.

only…

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 under the watchful eyes of everyone.

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 could never have imagined that Peeves was secretly working on her cups and knives and forks.

After all, nosebleeds are relatively common, and everyone thinks Umbridge is just not in good health.

Who would have thought that someone was deliberately targeting Umbridge?

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

"Are you really not going to have some? The syrup fruit **** tastes very good." Dumbledore looked at Umbridge, who had only eaten a few bites of food since the beginning, and suggested with a smile.

"No, I'll stop eating for the time being. UU reading " Umbridge is still smirking, but she is in a very bad mood now. It's cruel to watch everyone eat on an empty stomach. The torture, the mood is good, it's really hell!

It seems to announce the Ministry of Magic's meddling at Hogwarts after dinner.

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

However, there seems to be something wrong with the speech.

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

A murmur sounded suddenly in the auditorium.

"...some old habits will be retained, which 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 stomach seemed to protest its mistreatment, and the grunt became more pronounced 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 laughing.

The grunt was so beautiful, it was like the sound of a toad.

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