Pabbie vs. Umbridge

Charms Class is always the best class for talking, because after Professor Flitwick teaches everyone a new Charms, he always lets everyone try waving their wands, so the classroom is always lively and the chances of whispering being heard by others are very small.

Today, the house was filled with the croaking of frogs and the cawing of crows, while outside, the torrential rain pounded against the windows, and no one could hear Harry, Ron, and Hermione's whispers.

In front of each of them was a crow and a frog. This lesson was not only to reinforce their memory of the Accio, but also to learn a new spell, the Spell of the Silencio.

Now that Professor Flitwick has finished teaching the Silencing Charm, their goal is to successfully use Charms.

Frogs are obviously a relatively easy target, but crows are a bit more difficult. Many students can successfully shut up frogs, but crows always open their mouths and caw loudly after they cast the spell, as if they are mocking them.

Hermione harbored deep resentment towards Umbridge, and the mere thought of the misdeeds Umbridge had committed at Hogwarts made her clench her fists.

"I suggest you be gentle," Harry said to Hermione. "Look at your frog, let it go, it's not Umbridge."

Hermione looked down and saw that the frog was so tightly wrapped around her that its eyes were bulging out. She quickly put the frog on the table and carefully stroked its back with her hand.

But the frog seemed to be doing badly. Even when Hermione touched it, it just lay motionless on the table, its belly heaving violently.

"Poor frog," Ron said, shaking his head and giving Hermione a sharp critique. "Look what you've done to it! Poor thing."

On the contrary, Ron's frog next to him started croaking loudly.

"Silencio!" Hermione said hastily, pointing her wand at Ron's frog, which landed silently.

"Caw caw caw caw!" The crows nearby seemed to feel sorry for their kind, as if they were the same rabbit mourning the death of a fox.

"I think you should try to quiet your ravens." Hermione turned to Ron. "Don't always rely on others to help you—"

"Really? I thought you just mistook a frog for a frog." Ron shrugged, pointing at the ugly crow. "Silencio!"

The ugly crow in front of him cawed mockingly.

"Silencio! Silencio!"

The crows cawed even louder.

"You're not waving your wand correctly," Hermione said, looking at Ron with the same critical eye she used when correcting his Levitation Charm in his first year. "Don't wave it around. You don't want to gouge someone out, do you? You should just stab them quickly."

"Being a crow is harder than being a frog," Ron said through gritted teeth. "And you've already shut my frog up!"

"Okay, let's switch." Hermione grabbed Ron's raven and swapped it for her fat frog, which had recovered somewhat. "Silencio!"

The crow's sharp beak was still opening and closing, but it was silent.

"Very well, Miss Granger!" Professor Flitwick said in a high-pitched voice, startling Hermione and Ron. "Now I'll watch you practice, Mr. Weasley!"

"What—? Oh—oh, okay," Ron said hastily, "Well— Silencio!"

Fortunately, Ron's Charms finally took effect. The frog quickly came down, staring blankly ahead, seemingly wondering why it couldn't make a sound.

"Very good, Mr. Weasley!" Professor Flitwick was even more pleased. "Five points Gryffindor!"

"I swear," Ron whispered after Professor Flitwick left, "He definitely noticed us whispering, and if I hadn't managed to cast the Charms, Professor Flitwick would have given me a ton of homework!"

"Good thing you succeeded, and you even got extra points for Gryffindor." Hermione looked at Ron with a "that's my boy" expression.

"So," Ron turned to look at Harry again, "Why didn't Professor Flitwick let Harry cast Charms?"

"Because he knows Harry will definitely use this Charms." Hermione rolled her eyes.

Because of the rain, students can stay indoors during breaks.

They found a seat in a noisy classroom on the second floor. Peeves floated dreamily upwards next to the chandelier, occasionally blowing a drop of ink onto someone's head.

As soon as they sat down, Angelina squeezed through the groups of chatting students.

"I got approval!" she exclaimed excitedly. "I got approval to rebuild the Quidditch team!"

"That's awesome!" Ron was also very excited.

"Yes," Angelina said with a beaming smile, "I spoke with Professor McGonagall, I don't know who she spoke to, probably Professor Dumbledore? Anyway, Umbridge had to give in. Ha! So I'd like you to be at the stadium at seven tonight, okay? We need to add extra time. Do you realize there are only three weeks until the first game?"

She squeezed past them, barely dodging the ink beads blown out by Peeves, which landed on a first-year student next to her.

"Could it be Dumbledore?" Hermione asked curiously. "I heard Dumbledore isn't at school?"

"It's definitely Miss Sweeting!" Ron said confidently. "She's school board member, and only school board member can stand against Umbridge's evil forces in this matter. I'm absolutely right! Haha, bringing Miss Sweeting back was a brilliant move, wasn't it, Harry?"

"You're right," Harry nodded.

At that moment, Anne also came over.

Charms Class wasn't taught to all four houses at once, so Anne could only come to find Harry after class.

Upon seeing Harry, she smiled gently, picked up her books, and walked over to Harry, sitting down to his left.

Fortunately, Ron was sandwiched between Harry and Hermione; if he had sat to Harry's left, Anne would have definitely pushed him out.

This was also a lesson he had recently learned: as long as Hermione didn't sit on either side of Harry, Anne definitely wouldn't crowd him.

Sometimes he wondered why Anne would shove him instead of Hermione. After all, Hermione was a girl, and clearly posed a greater threat—

Of course, he had no idea that Harry had shared gossip about Ron and Hermione with Anne, and that even the European vinegar king wouldn't be jealous of Hermione now.

"The weather outside is awful," Anne said to Harry after sitting down. "I was thinking of going outside for a while, but I never expected it to be such a gloomy, rainy day."

"It's alright," Harry reassured Anne. "It's much better than us, if it doesn't stop tonight..."

We'll practice Quidditch in the rain—.

"In the rain?" Anne asked with some concern. "Won't you catch a cold and get sick if you get wet? I suggest that if the wind and rain continue like this tonight, you might be able to request a suspension of training."

Just then, Peeves suddenly pulled out the ink bottle and pointed it at Anne.

Seeing that he was about to collapse, Harry didn't take out his wand. Instead, he calmly said to Peeves, "If I were you, Peeves, I would never play such a prank on Anne."

"Why?" Peeves laughed, hands on his hips. "Is there anyone in this world that Peeves wouldn't dare to tease? Even Professor Head can't stop Master Peeves. Of course, if it were you, Master Peeves would be willing to give you face and temporarily refrain from teasing your new girlfriend."

When this guy said that, he emphasized the word "new girlfriend".

"Oh, don't be so sure." Harry raised an eyebrow mischievously. "You know what? Anne's last name is Saru."

Upon hearing Harry's words, Peeves froze.

Saru?

He was all too familiar with that surname.

That new plague-like ghost, Sebastian, seems to have the surname Saru, and he even punched and kicked him once.

Oh right, I heard that Sebastian has a sister who goes to Hogwarts. Just thinking about that made Peeves stand at attention.

"Um," Peeves's eyes darted around, "I have some other things to do. See you another time!"

"Looks like he has people he's afraid of too," Hermione said, clicking her tongue.

"Pfft." Harry didn't say anything. He couldn't very well say that he was actually afraid of ghosts, could he? That would upset Anne again. "If possible, we'll apply, but," Harry turned to Anne, "But Captain Angelina insists that we go to training—I think she's even more ruthless and crazy than Oliver —Oliver was the former captain of Gryffindor, Oliver Wood. You're too late to recognize him."

"Okay." Anne sniffed and said to Harry, "I remember when my brother was researching Charms for me, he even learned a Water-Repelling Charm. Remember to call me before practice tonight—"

"Okay," Harry replied with a smile.

The weather didn't improve until evening. Before Harry and Ron went to the Quidditch pitch for training at seven o'clock, they specifically sought out Anne. Anne cast a Water-Repelling Charm on each of them, thus avoiding the misfortune of being soaked.

However, even with water in between, there's no way to prevent your feet from slipping on the wet grass.

The sky was overcast and thunder rumbled intermittently.

"I feel like I might get struck by lightning if I fly in the sky," Ron said somewhat nervously.

"Probably not," Harry shrugged. "After all, not everyone is as unlucky as Cedric."

In his third year, Cedric was struck by lightning during a Quidditch Match against Hufflepuff.

The unlucky child fell headfirst to the ground.

Soon they entered the warm and bright locker room, where they found Fred and George discussing whether to use Instant Class-Skipping Candy to avoid flying.

"But I bet she knows," Fred grinned. "I wish I hadn't tried to sell her Puking Pastilles yesterday."

"We can use Fever Fudge," George whispered. "Nobody's ever seen one."

"Does it work?" Ron asked hopefully, as the rain pounded harder on the roof, the wind howled around the house, and thunder roared.

He wasn't afraid of getting wet, since he had a waterproof Charms on him—but unfortunately, he didn't have an anti-electric Charms, and he didn't want to be struck by lightning.

"Not bad," Fred said. "Your body temperature will rise quickly—"

"But some large abscesses will also appear," George said. "We haven't figured out a way to get rid of them yet."

"I can't see any abscesses," Ron said, scrutinizing the Twins brothers.

"You can't see them," Fred said somberly. "They don't grow in the parts of our bodies that are usually exposed to the outside."

"On the butt?" Ron asked.

"Your Ace," George said, winking.

Fred suddenly noticed that Ron wasn't wet at all. He asked in surprise, "Ronnie little darling, how come you're not wet? Not even a drop of water on your shoes! This isn't magic!"

"Oh, you mean this?" Ron said with some pride. "This is a waterproof Charms that Miss Saru of Slytherin cast on Harry and me. It effectively keeps us from getting wet in the rain—"

Then, Fred and George exchanged a glance and simultaneously drew their wands, aiming them at Ron.

"Finite Incantatem!"

"Shield Charm!"

The Finite Incantatem only affected the Shield Charm and did not remove the waterproof Charms on Ron.

After thwarting their Charms, he raised his head proudly and said, "Haha, I knew you would use this method!"

Fred and George were somewhat surprised, not expecting their youngest brother to so skillfully use the Protego to block their Finite Incantatem.

"It seems our little brother has really grown up." Fred gave Ron a thumbs up sincerely.

Unbeknownst to Harry, an uninvited guest was about to arrive at Pabbie's office.

A knock sounded at the door. Pabbie, who was playing on her phone, looked up, put away her Crystal Ball Phone, and said, "Come in."

The door opened, Umbridge walked in from outside.

She was still wearing that pink suit, with that nauseating, signature fake smile on her face that made you want to punch her.

Pabbie's first impression of her wasn't particularly good.

"Good evening, Miss Sweeting," Umbridge said with a smile.

Although I don't particularly like Umbridge, she is, after all, High Inquisitor for the Ministry of Magic —and most importantly, Pabbie is school board member, so I should at least be a little friendly on our first meeting.

"Good evening, Professor Umbridge," she said with a smile.

However, it was this amiable demeanor that seemed to have caused Umbridge to misjudge the situation.

"I have something I'd like to ask you." Umbridge walked to the opposite side of Pabbie's desk and sat down. "Miss Sweeting, was the reorganization of the Gryffindor Quidditch team ordered by you?"

Pabbie nodded and said, "Professor McGonagall came to see me at noon today. She explained the application to me in detail, and I don't think Quidditch team activities should be banned."

"But, Lady," Umbridge suddenly frowned and said, "Educational Decree Number Twenty-Four clearly stipulates that the dissolution of any student organization, association, team, or club is prohibited. Any attempt to reorganize such an organization requires the permission of High Inquisitor—."