Chapter 462 Grasshoppers on the Same Rope, Deliberately Looking for Trouble (1/2)

Chapter 462 Grasshoppers on the same rope, deliberately looking for trouble

"Do you have evidence?" The yellow-haired Hufflepuff asked again, looking a little aggressive.

"Haha!" Aaron shook his head with some amusement, "This classmate..."

"Zacharys Smith."

"Okay, Mr. Smith, you remind me of someone." Aaron smiled meaningfully, "Cornelly Fudge, the current Minister of Magic, Umbridge's immediate superior.

He always likes to evade some things, saying that Barty Crouch's death was a disappearance, the attack of the Death Eaters was a prank, and Voldemort's resurrection was nonsense.

After the Triwizard Tournament, Dumbledore told him more than once about the seriousness of the matter and asked him to prepare in advance, but he always responded with "You have no evidence."

Does the lack of evidence mean that the incident must not have happened?"

"Uh... Aaron, Smith is just a normal suspicion." said McMillan, the head of Hufflepuff.

"I don't have any evidence, if you still don't believe me..." Aaron pointed to the door of the bar, "The door is over there, goodbye."

Everyone looked at each other, but no one left, not even Zacharias.

"No one is leaving?" Aaron sighed regretfully, "It's really disappointing."

"We need to learn how to protect ourselves." Hermione continued the previous topic, "If you want to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts, we have to plan how often and where to meet."

"Will Gaius teach us?" Susan Bones, who had long golden braids, asked.

"Even if it is!" Aaron said reluctantly, "Harry Potter will be my assistant."

"Great." Fred and George laughed.

Others were also satisfied with this answer. After all, they had seen Aaron and Harry's performance in the Triwizard Tournament, so teaching them would not be a problem.

"It seems that no one objects to them giving us Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Hermione said with a little relief, "Then we have to discuss how long the class will be.

Aaron means one class a week, no more than two hours each time."

"It can't conflict with our Quidditch training." Angelina said.

"And ours." Smith said.

"I believe we can definitely find a time that suits everyone." Hermione said.

"Another question is where to take the class." Aaron said, "I'm not trying to spoil the fun, but I'm afraid Umbridge won't allow so many of us to gather together to study Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"We do have to find a place." Hermione pondered, "Let's look for it together. I'll send a message to notify everyone after the time and place are confirmed."

As she said that, she took out a piece of parchment and a quill from her bag, hesitated for a moment and said, "I think we should write down our names.

First, we can determine the number of people, and second, signing means..."

"Grasshoppers on a rope ? "Aaron glanced at the parchment, showing an interested look, and then looked at Hermione, "Is that what you mean?"

Hermione nodded slightly, "I know this is quite sudden, but it is also very necessary."

"Uh..." Zacharias said with a complicated expression, "I think our prefect will inform us of the party time."

"I don't agree either." Draco said disdainfully, "It would be tragic if this list fell into Umbridge's hands."

"I'll keep it." Aaron said, "Do you have any objections to this?"

Draco's expression froze, and he closed his mouth in dismay.

Aaron was the first to sign his name on the parchment, followed by Harry and the other two. Draco and Celine looked at each other and wrote their names helplessly.

Someone took the lead, and the others no longer hesitated, lining up to write their names as solemnly as signing a contract.

Everyone left the Hog's Head Inn one after another. On the way back, Draco looked indignant, as if someone owed him a large sum of money.

"I don't understand. I can tolerate going to class with those guys. After all, it's not much different from usual. But the list is..."

"Calm down, Draco." Aaron took out the parchment and looked at the names on it in the sunlight. "Although this contract is very rough, it is more or less a binding force."

"Contract?" Xilin frowned slightly. "No wonder I felt a little strange when I signed it!"

"What kind of contract is this?" Draco asked worriedly.

"If you secretly tell on others, you will become a pockmarked face. It's not too serious, but you will be despised by everyone.

So don't write your name on paper casually in the future, unless the paper is your own."

"Fortunately, the list is in your hands, otherwise I will definitely not sign it." Draco curled his lips.

"But Hermione still thinks too simply." Aaron said meaningfully, "This paper can only guarantee that there will be no problems inside, but Umbridge will find out sooner or later."

"I don't think they care whether they will be caught or not." Xilin said thoughtfully.

"I think so too." Aaron nodded in agreement, "Violating school rules is commonplace for Gryffindor, but if I have this list, I have room for maneuver."

"What do you mean?"

"It's better if you don't know."

The next day, a new notice appeared on the bulletin board:

Hogwarts Senior Inquisitor's Order

All student organizations, associations, teams or clubs are disbanded from now on

Organizations, associations, teams and clubs are defined as regular gatherings of more than three students

You may request reorganization from the Senior Inquisitor (Professor Umbridge)

No organization, association, team or club shall exist without the approval of the Senior Inquisitor. If found, they will be expelled immediately

The above regulations comply with the " Education Order No. 20

Signature

Senior Investigator - Dolores Umbridge

"My goodness, what a good fellow." Aaron couldn't help smacking his lips, "I knew this couldn't be concealed for long, but I didn't expect it to last even a day."

"That's not a bad thing." Draco chuckled, "Maybe you can take advantage of the situation and refuse to teach so many people!"

"You're really overthinking it. They've made up their minds to go against Umbridge. As long as they're not caught on the spot, they won't give up."

Hermione, Harry, and Ron kept looking around during breakfast, as if they were observing if anyone was behaving abnormally. When they saw Draco and Celine eating normally, a hint of disappointment inevitably flashed across their eyes.

"Don't look at it, no one inside leaked the secret." Aaron reminded, "We held a meeting in a bar, there are many people there, it is normal for guests to talk nonsense after drinking."

"You mean..." Harry asked with a dark face, "She really knew?"

"Obviously, at least I don't believe this is a coincidence."

"The question is what should we do next?" Fred walked over and glanced at the long tables of other colleges, "Others are uneasy and panic."

"We still have to keep working." Harry said firmly.

"I knew you would say that." George patted Harry's shoulder with relief.

"I don't care." Aaron shrugged, "I'm just responsible for being a teacher. Just notify me in time after confirming the time and place."

Umbridge's notice ruined the mood of many people, which made them absent-minded all day.

In the History of Magic class, the injured Hedwig flew to the window and brought back a letter.

Seeing that it was injured, Harry hurriedly asked Professor Binns for leave and took it to Professor Grubbly-Plank for treatment.

Professor McGonagall was also in this office. When she saw Harry, her heart immediately lifted. After all, it was class time and he shouldn't be here.

"Potter, don't tell me you're in detention again."

"No, professor." Harry pointed at Hedwig, "My owl is injured."

"Injured?" Professor McGonagall looked at Hedwig, whose feathers were particularly messy and one of its wings was broken.

"It may have been attacked." Professor Grubbly-Plank said, "But there are almost no creatures that attack birds near the school."

"Potter." Professor McGonagall seemed to have thought of something and stared at Harry very seriously, "How far did it fly?"

"I don't know." Harry said guiltily, "Maybe it flew from London!"

Professor McGonagall immediately understood that Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix was in London, and Sirius Black was stationed there because he could not show up because of the Ministry of Magic's wanted order.

Professor Grubbly-Plank carefully examined Hedwig's wings, "Leave it here, it should be healed in a day or two."

"Thank you, Professor."

"Nothing."

As soon as Harry walked out of the office, Professor McGonagall chased him out, "Your letter."

"I almost forgot."

"Harry, the communication channels inside and outside Hogwarts may, no, have been monitored." Professor McGonagall said seriously, "It's best not to write letters during this period."

"I know." Harry said weakly.

At this time, the bell for the end of get out of class had already rung. He did not return to the History of Magic classroom, but walked towards the Potions classroom.

Ron and Hermione came over halfway, "How is Hedwig?"

"I gave it to Professor Grubbly-Plank, it will be cured soon.

By the way, Professor McGonagall just reminded me that the communication channels of Hogwarts were monitored."

The two were not shocked by this. It was not surprising that Umbridge did such a thing.

"Who wrote the letter?" Ron asked.

"Cold." Harry said as he opened the paper roll. There was only one sentence on it: Today, old time, old place.

"I guess we'll have to watch the fireplace in the common room tonight."

"No one has read this letter!" Hermione said worriedly.

"I don't think so!" Harry said unconfidently, "At least it was sealed well before I opened it."

"Magic can do this easily."

"But we use code words, no one knows the old time and place except us."

"But what if someone monitors the Floo Network?" Hermione's worries did not diminish at all, "We can't notify him."

Harry was speechless and his mood became a little heavy.

Especially after coming to the Potions classroom, he was even more upset because Umbridge was here.

"Everyone will find that we have a guest today." Professor Snape said meaningfully, and Umbridge, who was holding a writing board, suddenly showed a kind smile and waved to the students.

"Today, continue to prepare the enhancer. You will see the mixture left by your last class. If there is no problem, it can be completed by the weekend." Professor Snape waved his wand and the next steps of preparation appeared on the blackboard.

The students followed the steps, added materials to their respective crucibles, controlled the heat, and stirred patiently...

Snape patrolled back and forth in the aisle, while Umbridge wrote something on the writing board from time to time, and gradually the corners of her mouth raised a curve.

"Professor Snape, it seems that there are students in your class... who don't respect you."

"Harry Potter." Snape said subconsciously, then turned around and glared at him fiercely, "You should add salamander blood instead of pomegranate juice at this time, Gryffindor will deduct five points."

"Uh... Professor Snape, I..."

"What? Professor Umbridge thinks the deduction is not enough?" Snape said meaningfully, "Mr. Potter just had a problem with the steps. If the result is incorrect, I will punish him again."

"Professor Snape." Umbridge took a deep breath, "I'm not talking about him, but..."

"Me?" Aaron pointed at himself and then rolled his eyes.

"It's you, Mr. Gaius." Umbridge said proudly, "Others are preparing enhancers, but what are you writing on the paper?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Aaron said speechlessly, tearing off a page of magic circle and putting it in Abe's pocket.

"Of course it has something to do with me. I am a senior investigator sent by the Ministry of Magic.

You don't follow the class record. Professor Snape didn't find it doesn't mean I didn't find it."

"Professor, didn't you tell her?"

"Not in time yet." Snape said indifferently.

"Tell me what?" Umbridge asked with some confusion.

"Mr. Gaius can already prepare many potions successfully on his own, so I specially approved him to do other things in my class, as long as he doesn't disturb other students."

"Is this... appropriate?"

"Is it inappropriate?" Snape pretended to be puzzled, "But as far as I know, Mr. Gaius seems to be in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class..."

"Appropriate, of course it's appropriate." Umbridge said immediately, "I was careless this time, and it's natural for excellent students to have some privileges."

"I don't mind." Aaron waved his hand, "But Professor Umbridge, this kind of thing may happen in other classes, and I hope you don't mind."

Hearing this, Umbridge was furious.

She is a senior investigator, you really don't give her any face in public!

She forced a stiff smile, then looked at Abe who was dozing on Aaron's desk, with a gleam in her pupils, "Mr. Gaius, is that your pet?"

"Obviously."

Umbridge raised her eyebrows slightly, "The process of preparing potions is very dangerous. You left your pet on the table. What if..."

"Professor Dumbledore agreed." Aaron interrupted, "If you think it's inappropriate, you can go to him.

I know you are a senior investigator, but Albus Dumbledore is the headmaster so far."

Umbridge:......