Chapter 870 New Regulations

The new notice was written in large black letters, with an official seal at the bottom and a neat signature next to it: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry orders all student organizations, clubs, groups, and organizations with a raised hand from now on Disband. Student organizations, societies, groups, and clubs refer to regular meetings of one or more students. Re-establishment must be approved by the High Inspector (Professor Umbridge). No society, group, or club is allowed to exist without the recognition and approval of the Senior Inspector. Any student who establishes or joins any organization, society, group, or club that is not approved by the Senior Inspector will be expelled.

The above document is signed in accordance with Educational Decree No. 4: Dorelos Jane Umbridge, High Inspector of Hogwarts.

Harry and Ron stood behind a group of worried second-year students, reading the notice over their heads.

"Does this mean they will close the gobstoes club?" one of them asked his friend. "I reckon your gobstoes will be fine," Ron said darkly, making the second-year student jump.

"We're not so lucky, don't you think?" Ron asked Harry as the second-year students hurried away.

Harry was reading the notice again, the pleasure that had filled him since Saturday vanishing. Anger filled him.

"This is no coincidence," he said, clenching his hands into fists. "She knew it."

"She can't know" Ron replied immediately. "There will be people eavesdropping in that hotel, and let's face it, we don't know how many of the people in front of us are trustworthy. Any one of them could go and tell Umbridge." And Harry Do you actually think that they trust you, or even think that they worship you?

"Henrietta!" Ron said immediately, and punched his palm with his fist, "Or, I think Michael Corner has also rebelled!"

"I wonder if Hao Min and Fan Lin have seen this notice?" Harry said, while scanning the door leading to the girls' dormitory.

"Vanlin is out, and Hermione... let's go tell her." Ron said.

He leapt forward, opened the door, and ascended the spiral staircase. When he reached the sixth step, a high, wailing sound that sounded like a tweeter merged with the ladder to form a smooth stone staircase.

Ron tried to escape, his hands dancing wildly like a windmill. He was then struck by the newly formed stone staircase and fell on his back at Harry's feet.

"Well, I don't think we're allowed in the girls' dormitories," Harry said, lifting Ron off his feet and trying not to laugh out loud.

Two fourth-grade girls walked up the stone stairs with a smile.

"Oh, who wants to go upstairs?" They giggled happily, looking at Harry and Ron with a bouncing smile.

"It's me," said a disgraced Ron. "I didn't know that would happen. It's not fair!"

As the girls laughed crazily and left through the portrait hole, he added to Harry: "Hao Min is allowed into our dormitory, why can't we...?"

"It's an old rule," Hermione slid down the stone stairs gracefully and jumped onto the carpet in front of them, effortlessly. "It's a historical issue at Hogwarts that the founders viewed boys as less trustworthy than girls. Why would you go there anyway?"

"Come here and look at this!" Harry dragged her to the notice board without any explanation. Hao Min's eyes quickly scanned the notice, and her expression became solemn. "Someone must have tipped her off!" Ron said angrily.

"There's no way they can do this," Hao Min whispered.

"You're so naive," Ron said. "Do you think so just because you're honest and trustworthy?"

"No, they won't do that, because Fanlin placed a curse on the parchment with our signatures, a magical contract. There is no doubt that if someone snitches, that person should be lying in the school doctor's office by now. Hao Min said calmly, "Believe me, if any of them went to tell Umbridge, we would know exactly who they were, and they would definitely feel sincere regret."

"What will happen to them?" said Ron in a wistful tone.

"Like Fanlin," said Hao Min, "this will make for a few weeks of being treated like Professor Lockhart. Come on, let's enjoy our breakfast and see what other people think. I want to know this Are notices posted in all rooms?"

As soon as they entered the Great Hall, they knew it wasn't just Gryffindor Tower that had Umbridge's notice posted. Strong emotions and unusual agitation spread in the foyer as people gathered around the table discussing what they had read. As soon as Harry, Ron and Hao Min took their seats, Neville, Jordan, Fred, George and Ginny walked directly towards them.

"Did you see that sign?"

"Do you think she knows?"

"What should we do?" They all looked at Harry, who glanced around to make sure there was no teacher nearby.

"Of course we're going to do it anyway," Harry whispered.

"I knew you would say that!" George excitedly punched Harry on the arm. "

Where's the prefect? Fred asked, looking at Ron and Hao Min inquiringly.

"Of course, no problem, and so is Fan Lin."

"What did he do?"

"Experiment, you know clearly, we need a logo and contact information, especially after Umbridge did this, it seems that Fanlin guessed it early."

Hermione stood up, lip-syncing to the new members, gesturing frantically to them to sit behind Hufflepuff again! "We-talk-later!"

"Wait until you tell Michael," Ginny said impatiently, swaying on the bench, "those idiots, complete idiots." She walked quickly towards the Ravenclaw table; Harry watched her go.

Qiu was sitting not far away. She was talking to a curly-haired friend who had been to the Pig's Head Bar with her. Did Umbridge notice that she was too frightened to meet with them again?

Until they left the hall and prepared to go to Fan Lin's laboratory to find him, the huge reaction provoked by the notification had not subsided.

"Harry! Ron." It was Angelina, with a desperate expression on her face, and she rushed towards them desperately. "Okay," Harry whispered when she was close enough to hear him, "we're still trying to..."

"Don't you know her notice is included in Quidditch?" Angelina interrupted, "We have to ask for permission to reorganize the Gryffindor team."

"What?" said Harry.

"No way!" Ron looked horrified. He finally got into the Gryffindor team. If Umbridge were to choose him, he would undoubtedly be in trouble.

"You read the notice, and it mentions the team too! So, listen, Harry, and for the last time, please don't get mad at Umbridge again, or she may never let us play again. Quidditch!"

"Okay, okay," seeing Angelina's tears welling up in her eyes, Harry had no choice but to agree, "Don't worry, I will control myself." (To be continued)