Chapter 883 The Atmosphere Is Depressed

"As for you..." Finally, Umbridge's eyes stayed on Fan Lin.

"I?"

"I think Hogwarts should carefully consider your identity. You don't have to be strong to become the president of the student union. I think that Dumbledore's decision is still an issue that needs to be discussed. I think I will Re-communicate with the person in charge of the school, as much as possible, to determine whether you should continue to retain this responsibility, but as the president of the student union, even the people around you..."

Umbridge hasn't finished her words yet, but her meaning is already very clear. She needs to find a student representative who can cooperate with her work, instead of this... stubborn person who is almost openly confrontational?

"You can't do this!" Professor McGonagall could hardly contain her anger... "This is the decision of the school board..."

"I'm sorry, but I think I have the right to do this... Then, I wish you a pleasant discussion."

Umbridge left the room, looking most satisfied, leaving an eerie silence behind.

"No," Angelina said in a hollow voice that night in the common room, "no. Without chasers and beaters... what on earth would we do?"

Fanlin saw gloomy and melancholy expressions everywhere. They looked nothing like the ones before. Gryffindor won the game. The team members sat dejectedly by the fire. Except for Ron, he hadn't been seen since the game. .

"It's not fair," Angelina said numbly. "I mean, what about Warrington hitting Harry with a Bludger after the whistle? Did she ban him?"

"No," Ginny said miserably. She sat next to Harry, and Hermione snuggled closer to him.

"He was only punished for copying, and I heard Nelson laughing about it at dinner."

"And ban Fred, he didn't even do anything!" Alia said angrily, banging her fist on her knee.

"Isn't it my fault that I didn't do anything?" Fred said, with an ugly expression. "If you three hadn't held me back, I could have beaten that despicable guy to a pulp."

"The worst part is that she wants to remove you from the position of student council president, even though you haven't done anything..." Hermione said in despair.

Hearing this, Harry and George looked even more gloomy. Even Fred didn't avoid it. They were all responsible for it...

"It's just a threat, and I haven't done anything..." Fan Lin said.

"It's just that Umbridge can't see what you're doing, and..."

The sound disappeared completely for a moment.

Harry looked out the window miserably into the darkness. Snowing. The Snitch he had originally captured was circling around the room.

People watched Vel'Koz and Crookshanks jumping from one chair to another, chasing it.

"I'm going to bed," Angelina said, slowly standing up. "Maybe this is all a nightmare and I wake up tomorrow morning and find out we haven't played yet..."

Alia and Isabella soon left too. After a while Fred and George fled to bed too, glaring at everyone they passed, and soon Ginny too.

Only Harry, Fanlin and Hermione remained by the fire.

"Have you seen Ron?" Harry asked in a low voice.

Hermione shook her head.

"I think he's avoiding us," Hermione said.

"Where do you want him to go -?" But just as he was asking, there was a creaking sound from behind, the Fat Lady stepped aside, and Ron climbed in from behind the portrait.

His face was really pale and there was snow on his head.

When he saw Harry, Fanlin and Hermione, he stood still.

"Where have you been?" Hermione said anxiously, jumping to her feet.

"A walk," Ron muttered. He was also wearing his Quidditch uniform.

"You look like you're freezing," Fan Lin said, "Come and sit down!"

Ron walked over to the fire and sank into the chair furthest from Harry, not looking at him. The Snitch hovered above him.

Fan Lin then cast a warming spell on Ron. It was obvious that Ron's spirit was better.

"I'm sorry," Ron whispered, looking at his feet.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Because I thought I could play Quidditch," said Ron, "I'm going to resign first thing tomorrow."

"If you resign," Harry said testily, "we'll only have three people left on the team, not counting substitutes."

Ron looked completely confused, so Harry added: "I'm banned for life, and so are Fred and George."

"What?" Ron shouted.

Harry couldn't bear to tell him what had happened again, so Hermione told him the whole story.

When she finished, Ron looked even more distressed than before.

"This is all my fault-"

"You didn't ask me to hit Malfoy," Harry said angrily.

"—If I hadn't been so bad at Quidditch—"

"——This matter has nothing to do with you."

"—that song hurt me—"

"—it can't hurt anyone—"

Hermione stood up from Fanlin and walked to the window, leaving their quarrel, and watched the snowflakes swirling and falling through the window.

"Look, just forget about it, okay!" Harry shouted. "Things are bad enough even if you don't take all the blame on yourself!"

Ron said nothing, just sat there staring at the damp hem of his robe.

After a moment he said dully, "This is the worst day of my life."

"Joining a club?" Harry said sarcastically.

"Okay," Hermione said suddenly, her voice trembling slightly. "I can think of something that might get you all excited."

"Oh, really?" Harry said doubtfully.

"Yes," Hermione said, turning away from the dark, snow-covered window with a bright smile on her face.

"Hagrid is coming back."

"What?" Harry shouted. Is this true?

"It's true," Hermione said, "Just when you left, Wall came here. Sorry... Fanlin, I didn't mean to read your letter, but it seems that Wall's claws are necessary. Trim it, the envelope..."

"It's okay, Hermione, you are always in charge anyway, and we don't have any secrets." Fan Lin said quickly, "What does it say?"

"Hagrid said he was coming back and wanted your help. What about Grawp..."

"Grawp?" Fan Lin said in surprise, "Hagrid said he wanted to bring him back?"

"Him? You mean Grawp?" Hermione said in surprise as she took out the envelope from her pocket. The side of the envelope had been cut open. It seemed that poor Wall's flying skills still needed to be compared with Hedwig's. Practice for a while.

"Perhaps you will understand that Hagrid is coming back anyway." (To be continued)