Chapter 988 Drinking Tea

In fact, before Malfoy could react, Vanlin had already cast the spell.

Just like the fake Moody did, he turned Malfoy into a white mink and stuffed it into the pants of the panicked Clark.

But this time it was not as satisfying as imagined. Vanlin was not sure whether Malfoy would come again.

Several people turned back to look at the huge scoreboard. Gryffindor's 100 points were gone in an instant. Although Vanlin didn't care about the points, there was no doubt that this was the worst change for Hogwarts.

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"Did you notice?" Fred's voice said.

He and George had just come down the marble stairs and joined Harry, Ron, Vanlin, Hermione and Ernie, standing in front of the scoreboard.

"Malfoy just deducted almost 100 points from us," Harry said with some hesitation, when they saw more stones flying up from Gryffindor's hourglass.

"Yeah, the Ministry of Magic is trying to divide us," George said.

"What do you mean, trying?" Ron said quickly.

"They never ordered it," said Fred. "These mistakes are due to him forcing us into the disappearing cupboard on the first floor."

Several people seemed a little helpless. Originally, they were just maintaining the study of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but now.

"What are you going to do?" asked Fanlin, but seeing Fred's gloomy expression, he immediately understood their thoughts.

"But you will be in trouble."

"No, that should be until something happens in the Ministry of Magic and Mungston. There are still a few weeks. I don't know how far he has progressed." Fred said calmly. "In short, we choose not to care whether there is trouble."

"Have you ever?" Hermione asked.

"Of course," said George.

"Never been expelled, have you?"

"We always know what to do," said Fred.

"We occasionally have a little difficulty," said George.

"But we always stop briefly because of deliberate sabotage," said Fred.

"But now-" Ron said tentatively.

"Okay. Now-" said George.

"-Because Dumbledore is gone-" said Fred.

"--we suppose the sabotage--" said George.

"--is absolutely what our dear new headmistress deserves," said Fred.

"You can't!" whispered Hermione. "You really can't! She's trying to find a reason to expel you!"

"You didn't get it, Hermione, did you?" said Fred, smiling at her. "We don't care how long we stay here. We're going to get out of here if we don't want to do anything for Dumbledore anymore. So, anyway," he looked at his watch, "it's starting to get going. I'm going to the Great Hall for lunch, and if I were you, you'd be standing here for the teachers to see that you don't have anything to do with it."

"Something to do with whom?" said Hermione, worriedly.

"You'll see," said George, "run ahead, now." Fred and George turned away and disappeared in the crowd heading down to eat.

Looking very confused, Ernie muttered something about unfinished Transfiguration homework and then hurried away.

"I think we should get out of here, you know," said Hermione uneasily. "Just--"

"Oh, all right," said Valin, and the four of them started for the door to the Great Hall, but Harry didn't even look when he was gently hit on the shoulder by someone hurrying by, and turning, he found himself standing almost nose to nose with Fitch. He stepped back hastily; Filch could see best from this distance.

"The Headmistress wants to see you, Al," Filch looked at Valin maliciously.

"He didn't do that," Hermione said awkwardly, imagining what Fred and George were planning. This made Filch laugh even harder.

"Sorry for your conscience, eh?" he gasped. "Follow me."

"I noticed that," said Valin, a little dryly.

Valin looked back at Harry and Hermione, who were both worried. He shrugged, and then followed Filch out of the Great Hall, the opposite of the hungry students.

Filch seemed to be in a very good mood; he kept humming as he climbed the marble stairs. When he first stopped, he said, "Everything around here has changed, Al."

"Yeah. I tell Dumbledore every year that he's too easy on you," Filch answered himself, chuckling. "Your ugly little habits never change. If you knew I'd whip you, would you? Now if I hung you upside down by your feet, would anyone still feel uncomfortable throwing a Frisbee with fangs in the corridor? But when the 9th Education Act comes out, Al, I can do those things. And she asked the Minister if he could sign a procedure for troublesome things. Oh, things are going very differently here because of her management. You won't have the opportunity to wander out of school at night anymore. I'll keep a close eye on you, and Potter."

"Next is Harry?" Falch said with interest, "I knew she wouldn't have any new ideas."

"Be more respectful, Al..."

"Before that, I hope you'd shut up. Do you think I'm the student you caught?"

Umbridge has obviously completely controlled Filch, Fanlin thought as he walked. Moreover, it is obvious that what Umbridge needs is that he may prove to be an important weapon; the secret passage he knows at school may only be Weasley. The twins and he just found out.

"Here we come," Fanlin said with a slight frown. Fanlin knocked on Umbridge's door and pushed it open.

"Potter is here, ma'am."

Umbridge's office was very familiar to him because Fanlin had already explored it. The same piece of wood lay in front of her desk as usual, but it read: Headmistress.

Meanwhile, Harry's Firebolt and Fred and George's Sweeping Broomsticks were chained to the wall behind the desk and locked with strong iron nails.

Is this a new torture device?

Umbridge was sitting behind her desk, scribbling busily on her pink parchment, but she immediately looked up and smiled at them.

"Thank you, Argus," she said softly.

"No, ma'am, no," said Filch, bowing, if his rheumatism would permit, and drawing back.

"Sit down," Umbridge said curtly, pointing to a chair.

Fanlin sat down happily. She continued to scribble. He looked at the kittens on some dirty dishes behind her head, these detecting magic.

"Good, now," Umbridge put down her quill and looked at him like a toad who couldn't bear to fly.

"Would you like anything to drink?"

"What?" Fan Lin said, making sure he heard her clearly.

"What do you want to drink, Mr. Eyre," she said, laughing harder. "Tea? Coffee? Pumpkin juice?" As she named each drink, she waved her wand and a teacup or glass appeared on her desk.

"No, thank you," Fanlin said.

"I'd like you to have a cup of tea with me," she said, her voice turning dangerously sweet. "choose one."

"Okay. Tea," Fanlin said with a shrug. She got up and came back with more milk. Then she drank and walked around the desk with a malicious smile.

"There," she said, giving it to him. "Drink it before it gets cold, right?" (To be continued)