The Luckiest Thing in the World

Fred's words instantly transported Ron back to the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of his year.

You know what, Umbridge was really annoying back then, but no one expected Harry to be so disrespectful to her, hanging her upside down right there in class.

"Harry is certainly an expert in this area," George said with a grin. "But more than Umbridge, I'd like to see if Harry will hang Professor Snape up too."

Upon hearing this, Ron immediately thought of the time around the end of his first year when Harry, her husband, and Hermione had talked about his father.

"I think we should probably avoid it," Ron said sullenly. "He can hang anyone upside down in this school, but he can't hang Professor Snape upside down."

"Why?" the Twins asked curiously. "Is there something special about Professor Snape? Or are Harry and he just very close? I don't think so..."

"Oh, no," Ron said, scratching his head. "Harry once saw his mother's memories. Harry's father, James, once hung Snape upside down by the Black Lake to humiliate him, and that was the beginning of his mother's falling out with Snape. You know why Professor Snape, as a Slytherin, couldn't stand hearing Slytherin call others 'stinky Mudblood '? That's the reason."

"Is that so?" the Twins exclaimed in unison, their eyes lighting up.

This is huge gossip!

"I'm not entirely sure of the specific details, but that's the basic situation," Ron said, shrugging. "Alright, we should head back now. We can discuss anything else when we get back to the Common Room— "

"It's time to go back," George nodded. "Come on, Ronnie little darling, you should put on that Invisibility Cloak and go back with your brothers."

The three of them walked back to the door of the Common Room. It wasn't too late yet, and students were gradually returning to their dormitories from the library. Some students who had taken Astronomy Class had also just left the Gryffindor Common Room.

"Looks like neither of you caused any trouble today," the Fat Lady said sternly. "Password."

"Mimbulus Mimbletonia," Fred replied with a smile, "And please don't get too involved in other people's business, thank you."

The Fat Lady opened the door to the lounge with disdain and let the two of them in.

"How about it?"

Hermione, the Prefect was waiting in the corner, saw the two return and quickly went up to greet them.

The Twins just smiled, and it was quite a while before Ron came out of the dormitory.

"Ha..." he said, yawning, "Who's looking for me? Is that you, Hermione? What's up?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. This guy... is pretty vigilant.

However, it deserves praise.

They sat in a corner, and Hermione asked in a low voice, "How is it, Ron? Did you find him?"

"Found it," Ron replied in a low voice. "Don't you trust me to handle this?"

Fred and George hugged each other and said, "You'd never guess what we did, and you'd never guess what Ron did! Good heavens, we've just realized that Ron was the real tough guy!"

"What happened?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Oh," Ron said in a low voice, "It's nothing, I just used a Stunning Spell on Umbridge when I couldn't dodge it."

"What?!" Hermione shouted, drawing all eyes to her.

She immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly lowered her voice, "How dare you! Oh my god... Ron, you'll be fired!"

"Don't worry, Hermione," Fred said nonchalantly. "Nobody knows who did it, and Umbridge didn't find out that Ron was the one who cast the Stunning Spell on her. You can rest easy about it."

"I still don't feel safe," Hermione said, tapping the table. "No, we need to come up with a good plan with Harry when he gets back... By the way, what exactly did you find in her office? What was she taking notes in the professors' classes?"

"The first one is Professor Snape's report..." Ron said, scratching his face.

"Did he praise Snape?" the Twins asked in unison.

Ron shrugged and said, "No, she just doesn't think Professor Snape is a competent professor."

"That's strange," Fred exclaimed, clicking his tongue. "I thought they'd be on the same wavelength."

"Not surprising," Hermione nodded. "Professor Snape doesn't deserve this. I would much rather take Professor Snape's Potions Class than be pointed at by Umbridge, that toad—I'd rather Professor Snape call me Miss Know-it-all every day."

See? That's what they mean by "no comparison, no harm"...

"The second piece was written for Professor Flitwick Professor Flitwick. She didn't point out any problems with his teaching, but rather criticized his height," Ron said.

"Looks like she's just making conversation," Hermione said, frowning. "I don't understand why she has to find fault. Does she think she can only prove herself right by pointing out other people's mistakes?"

"Maybe she's just a psychopath," George said.

"The third report is about Professor Trelawney of Divination Class. She believes that Professor Trelawney is a fraud, a useless person who was brought into Hogwarts by Dumbledore to collect a salary for nothing," Ron said again.

"That's outrageous!" Hermione growled. "Good heavens, how dare she speak to a Hogwarts professor like that? Does she think everyone is as worthless as she is?"

"Don't you dislike Professor Trelawney?" Ron asked curiously.

"Just because I don't like Professor Trelawney doesn't mean I can tolerate others slandering her!" Hermione said angrily. "It has nothing to do with personal feelings!"

"Okay." Ron shrugged. "I also think she went too far. After all, Professor Trelawney is a professor recognized by Headmaster Dumbledore."

He continued, "As for Professor Scamander's report, it was circled several times, and the gist of it was that Professor Scamander didn't enjoy teaching at Hogwarts. He preferred a carefree life to being a professor, and only took up education because he was coerced by Dumbledore..."

Hermione fell into deep thought as she listened to Ron's words.

She rubbed her chin, thought for a long time, and then said, "I suspect that Umbridge might be trying to sow discord between Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Scamander in this way, forcing Professor Scamander to side with the Ministry of Magic."

"That's unlikely," Ron said, rubbing his temples. "If I remember correctly, Professor Scamander and Professor Dumbledore were on good terms?"

"Even if we can't get him into the Ministry of Magic, it'll be enough to create a rift between them." Hermione sighed. "It seems the Ministry of Magic really is... a complicated matter. How can they possibly govern the Magical World with such scoundrels around!"

"Indeed," the three echoed.

"No," Hermione said worriedly, "I have to call Veratia —you guys go back to sleep first."

After saying that, Hermione left.

Ron waited until almost eleven o'clock, but Harry didn't return, so he went to sleep.

Hermione, on the other hand, called Veratia after leaving.

"Hurry up... hurry up..." Hermione said anxiously.

It took Veratia quite a while to answer the phone.

"What's wrong, Hermione?" Veratia's hair looked a little messy, with strands still stuck to her forehead.

Hermione didn't have time to pay attention to these things; she reported the situation to Veratia.

Then she saw that Veratia seemed to be lip-syncing to something with someone.

"What's wrong, Veratia?" she asked suspiciously.

"Oh, it's nothing." Veratia smiled and reached out to open a hand adorned with long, manicured nails.

Hermione found it a little strange, but didn't think much of it.

After hanging up the phone, Veratia tossed the Crystal Ball onto the bedside table, kicked Cassandra's shoulder, and asked Harry, "Are you sure you don't want to go back?"

"Let's go back tomorrow," Harry said with a shrug. "It's still early, I think we should rest a bit more."

"Three hours ago," Veratia glanced at her wrist, "Hermione and I called you, saying Ron had something important to tell you... I never expected your friend to have such courage, daring to attack the professor?"

"It was him who taught me, um..." Cassandra mumbled.

"Then why didn't you answer the phone?" Veratia asked, nuzzling Harry's chin.

"I forgot my phone," Harry said with a shrug. "I was out looking for Cassandra, and I figured nothing would happen."

"Okay," Veratia asked with a smile, "So what are you planning to do?"

Harry shrugged.

"Let's see what Umbridge does. I don't think that given the relationship between Professor Dumbledore and Newt, they'll be so easily alienated by the Ministry of Magic because of a single report. Ouch... watch your teeth, Cass."

"Alright, whatever you think is appropriate," Veratia said. "Anyway, it's your British Ministry of Magic's internal affair... Oh, and I forgot to ask, how was it teaching the students?"

"That's terrible," Harry sighed. "But thankfully, they've all been very cooperative, and there haven't been any disobedient ones."

Cassandra rolled her eyes at Harry's words.

Your achievements are undeniable. You fought and defeated Voldemort in your first year, and last year you won the Triwizard Tournament. On the very first day of School Opening, you hung up your professor in front of your classmates—and this is no ordinary professor, but a professor appointed by the Ministry of Magic to Hogwarts. Do you think any classmate would dare to openly oppose someone like you?

The professors were all hung up.

"Be patient with your classmates, Harry," Veratia said with a slight smile. "Not everyone has your talent. The Wizarding World isn't as peaceful as they imagine. Even in the Magical World of Ceres, we can't guarantee there aren't Dark Wizard, let alone in England. I remember your professor... Lupin, right? The Godfather's friend, who was bitten by the Werewolf Fenrir Greyback when he was young. That Werewolf still hasn't been caught by the Auror."

"You should know the happiest thing in the world, Veratia," Harry said with a grin. "You've been to Muggle World schools, so you should know the saying that the happiest thing in the world is to have a Britain policeman, France cook, and a Germany worker all at the same time."

"And what about the unfortunate thing?" Cassandra looked up and asked.

"What an unfortunate thing," Harry said after a moment's thought, "the Germany police, the France workers, and the Britain cooks."

Cassandra couldn't help but choke on her laughter.

"Why?" she asked.

"Because Britain police don't really care, France chefs cook well, and Germany workers are conscientious," Harry thought for a moment and continued, "And Germany police... well, think of the Gestapo; France workers like to strike, and as for Britain chefs, you should know what they're like."

Cassandra reached out and tapped Harry's stomach, accidentally hitting Veratia's hand instead.

"That makes sense." Veratia pushed Cassandra's arm away with her little hand and tugged at Harry's pajamas. "So the Auror in Britain ... really should be reformed, um... of course, I'm just making a suggestion, in my personal capacity."

"Even personal advice can cause unnecessary misunderstandings," Harry rolled his eyes. "Umbridge is already accusing me of being instructed by foreign forces to spread false information about Voldemort's resurrection. Clearly, Veratia —you are that foreign force."

"Oh," Veratia said, "If I really did instigate it, that pink toad might have turned into a real toad by now."

"Speaking of which," Harry said, turning his head, "Any news about Voldemort lately? I haven't heard anything about him since the Triwizard Tournament."

"Neither do I," Veratia said regretfully. "The Godfather and Mr. Lupin are tracking Voldemort, but there seems to be no news lately; it's as if he's vanished from the face of the earth."

"What about America?" Harry asked again. "Is there any news about him in America?"

"Then we don't know," Veratia sighed. "You should know that the American Ministry of Magic is actually at odds with us, especially the Greater German Ministry of Magic. The American Ministry of Magic has even openly declared us an illegal organization..."

"An illegal organization?" Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Do they think you're part of the Holy Roman Empire?"

"The American Ministry of Magic thinks the same way as Britain before World War II: they don't want to see a unified Europe continent emerge," Veratia said with a light laugh.

"Maybe," Harry said with a sigh.

After resting for a night in Vienna, Harry returned to Hogwarts.

Instead of going back to his dormitory, he sat in the Great Hall preparing to go to class.

(End of this chapter)