Chapter 923 The Ministry of Magic's Intervention and Guidance

At this point, Professor Umbridge stopped talking and bowed slightly to the other teachers, but none of them returned the bow to her. ??

Professor McGonagall's black eyebrows were drawn so tightly together that she looked like a hawk.

As Umbridge turned to continue his speech, Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout exchanged a meaningful look.

"The successive Headmasters of Hogwarts have all innovated in their charge of running this historic school, and this is entirely due, because if there is no progress, it will stagnate and decay. At the same time, however, progress for the sake of progress This practice should never be encouraged. Our traditions have been tempered and often do not need bad revisions. To achieve a balance, between the old and the new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation between."

Umbridge went on and on, and she probably thought it was a Ministry work report.

Aiwen quickly lost her mind. Aside from those meaningless words, there was only one thing she wanted to convey, and that was that the Ministry of Magic was very dissatisfied with the current operating conditions of Hogwarts, and was going to interfere with Hogwarts. operate.

He knew this a long time ago, so naturally he was not interested in listening to her continue.

The little wizards have never seen this kind of scene, and they are not interested in listening to her chatter here.

Everyone's attention was gradually losing focus, and they couldn't keep up with Umbridge's train of thought. When Dumbledore was talking, there was no sound, and now the students were whispering, whispering, and giggling, and the auditorium was full of noise.

On the left of Ivan, Kate held her chin with her hands, but her head kept sliding down; on the Ravenclaw table next to her, Qiu was happily chatting with her friends, and Luna, who was a few seats away from her, Pulled out the Quibbler again.

Meanwhile, at the Hufflepuff table, Ernie MacMillan was one of the few students still staring at Professor Umbridge, but his eyes were glazed, sure enough, he Just pretending to be listening, to live up to the new, shiny prefect badge on his chest.

At the long Slytherin table on the other side of the auditorium, Astoria was talking to a girl.

She is Astoria's older sister, Daphne Greengrass, and they have an older brother, a seventh-year Slytherin student.

On the podium, Umbridge didn't seem to notice the fidgeting of the audience.

She turned a blind eye to everything below, and continued to speak slowly in her goosebump-provoking voice.

She gave the impression that she wouldn't care if there was a massive riot right under her nose.

However, the teachers were listening carefully, and Dumbledore kept staring at Umbridge.

On Ivan's right, Hermione also listened intently to every word Umbridge said, but judging from her expression, she didn't like to hear these words.

"Because some changes have good results, and some changes will be found to be poor decisions in due time. At the same time, some old habits will be retained, which is understandable, and some habits are outdated. It must be discarded. Let us move forward into a new age of enlightenment, efficiency and reason, insisting on maintaining what should be maintained, perfecting what needs to be perfected, and discarding what we should prohibit."

Half an hour later, when Umbridge finally sat down, Dumbledore began to applaud, and the other teachers followed suit.

But there were very few responses below, and a few students applauded subconsciously, but most of the students just drifted away after listening to two or three sentences, and didn't even realize that the speech was over at this moment.

Before they could start clapping properly, Dumbledore was on his feet again.

"Thank you very much, Professor Umbridge, for your very enlightening speech," he said, bowing to her, "Well, as I said, the Quidditch selection will be... ..."

"Yeah, it's really inspiring." Hermione said in a low voice.

"Didn't you say you listened with gusto?" Ron asked softly, turning his dull face to Hermione. "That's probably the dullest speech I've ever heard, and I grew up around Percy. of it."

"I said enlightening, not interesting," said Hermione. "It says a lot."

"Really?" Ron asked blankly. "It sounds like a lot of nonsense, by the way, Harry, do you think I can sign up for the college Quidditch team trials?"

When he mentioned Quidditch, he suddenly became energetic.

"Of course, if you can come, it would be great!" Harry said, and then came back to his senses, "Wood is gone, we need a new goalkeeper, I don't know who is the captain yet, wait until tomorrow , I'll help you find out."

The first years looked at the two of them longingly again, everyone was more interested in Quidditch than Umbridge's speech.

As the most popular sport in the wizarding world, Quidditch is beyond imagination.

Many young Muggle-born wizards enter the wizarding world, and the first thing they know is Quidditch.

Everyone seemed to want to be on the Quidditch team, and if there was an open and fair selection, the chances of Ron being selected were low.

It's not that he doesn't fly well enough, but that he's too unstable, and he may not be able to show his strength at all...

"Listen to what she said, the practice of progress for the sake of progress should never be encouraged, and those we should ban are abandoned. The Ministry of Magic is interfering in Hogwarts." Hermione turned her head and said to Ivan, ignoring the two of them.

"As expected, Fudge hopes to divide and solve us from within." Aiwen said, "Be careful with this woman, she is not simple."

Umbridge represents the Ministry of Magic, and Hogwarts cannot resist the orders of the Ministry of Magic until it is completely broken.

Hermione wanted to say something, but there was a sound of tables, chairs and benches colliding all around.

Apparently, Dumbledore had declared the whole school dismissed, as everyone was on their feet to leave the Great Hall.

Hermione jumped to her feet, looking alarmed.

"Ewen, we should show the way to the first-year students!" She said hurriedly, "Ron, hurry up!"

"I almost forgot!" cried Ron. "Hey, you all! Little ones!"

"Ron!"

"Hey, that's right, they are so small..."

"Don't call them little ones, first years!" Hermione yelled sternly across the table, "This way, please!"

"Come on, it's time to lead you back to the common room and bedroom." Ivan said, standing up with Kate.

A group of freshmen came shyly from the aisle between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables, each of them shrank back as much as possible, not daring to stand out.

They looked at Ivan, Harry, Ron and Hermione with blinking eyes.

There are more freshmen this year than usual, and they look really small and immature.

"There are too many people, don't these guys know how to make way for the freshmen?" Hermione said dissatisfied.

Crowds of people blocked the door, because Umbridge just delayed too long, and everyone wanted to hurry back now.

Compared with those strong senior students, the little ones around the prefects have no advantage at all.

"Don't worry, let me handle it!" Ivan said, and he took out his wand. 8 For more exciting novels, welcome to visit our Reading Academy