Umbridge never expected that the Sniff had precious defensive items on her body. She only heard that the "Future World" company is developing similar products. The Ministry of Magic recently ordered a batch... That's right! She suddenly realized: "Future World" and Felix Hepp, to some extent, they are equivalent.

Umbridge looked around and there was no one around. She found that the sniff was still silly stopping in place, and took out a small wooden stick to beat her. Umbridge made up his mind and approached step by step.

She squeezed out a smile on her broad face and said in a sweet tone: "What a cute little guy... can I hug you?"

Valen shivered, and it kept retreating while waving its small wooden stick.

Umbridge's dark shadow covered Valen's small shadow, and Valen was quickly pushed into the corner. Umbridge showed a grim smile, and the next second she saw the small wooden stick in her hand lit up in the darkness. This scene looked familiar, and she seemed to have seen it somewhere... Umbridge just thought of Felch, and a strong whirlwind appeared from the soles of her feet, dragging her whole body into the air.

The gems on the exclusive wand, which the Great Demon King called it "necessarily used" lit up one by one, and the wind continued to increase, forming a strong spiral. After a few seconds, it made a terrible whimper like a knife, and snowflakes fell. Umbridge, trapped in the frozen wind, stumbled around and made a pig-killing cry.

Valen looked at Umbridge, who was screaming uneasy, worried that he would cause trouble, so he put away his exclusive wand and slipped away quickly. It was about to go to complain to the great devil.

"Bang!"

Umbridge fell from mid-air, his face covered with bloody scratches, his clothes were torn, his gray-brown hair looked like a hornet's nest, and he also had ice chips.

She got up from the ground and was so angry that she was trembling. At the same time, the fear of the person who was pressed into her heart seemed to have come back and let the squin cast the spell. Although she couldn't figure it out, she was still a person at least, but letting a sniff and use magic... She didn't know which one was stronger, the humiliation or shock in her heart.

After a while, she came to her senses and hurriedly treated her wounds with a few crappy healing spells, and then quickly left. She walked through the corridor and came to the foyer. Marfalda was dividing the newspaper of the sky under the bulletin board, and six or seven little wizards stood in front of her.

"Remember, focus on promoting the first news. Recently, a perverted student sneaked into the women's bathroom at night, intending to make bad plans to remind everyone to pay attention to safety."

The two boys hugged each other in fear.

Marfalda gave them a blank look, "It's a girl's bathroom, girl! It has nothing to do with you, do you understand?"

A little girl asked in horror: "Who is that pervert?"

"The customer didn't say ahem. I mean, I haven't investigated yet, you can motivate others to pay attention." Marfalda remedy. She almost let her say something. In order to divert her eyes, she encouraged her: "Do it all well, I promise to ask someone to buy you gifts in the next weekend of Hogsmeade."

"Is anyone really an advertisement?" the girl who asked the question just now asked timidly.

"Of course, but many of them are hidden advertisements. Have you seen the second confession letter? There is also the fifth article in which Professor Bubaji recruits assistants? This shows that we have expanded our customers to the professor's group! Sooner or later, I will stand in the principal's office and interview President Dumbledore..."

Umbridge, who was passing by with his face covering his face, suddenly stopped and looked at Mafalda in disbelief. Mafalda was giving a speech with great enthusiasm when he suddenly found that the little wizard in front of him looked over her shoulders and behind her. She turned her head, with a wide and fat chin close at hand.

Marfalda was startled and stared at Umbridge, who was dirty all over. Why didn't she notice that this person looked like a toad? Maybe it was an angle problem, she thought. She subconsciously took two steps back and looked at it confirmation, but some thoughts could never be erased once they appeared.

"I've seen you, you're from the Ministry of Magic, is there anything?"

Umbridge grinned and pulled her wound to hurt, "Hiss~ Little girl, I heard what you just said, are you the editor-in-chief of the Mystery Wall newspaper? I didn't expect to be so small."

"Do you want to buy newspapers?" Mafalda interrupted her.

Umbridge stared at his raised eyes and was stunned for a while and asked, "How much?"

"Three Nate per. In fact, buying two Nate is more cost-effective. Only five Nate is half the price of the Prophet Daily." Marfalda skillfully recruited business, "Even Valen is my loyal reader."

"That sniff?" Umbridge stared at Mafalda straight, and Mafalda nodded inexplicably, and Umbridge immediately screamed.

Felix, who was walking towards the kitchen with Valen in the distance, raised his head. What was the sound?

"Ji! (It's that woman!)"

A few minutes ago

Valen walked through the foyer and glanced at the auditorium quickly. After not seeing Felix, it turned around and turned back to the foyer, and was caught by Felix who suddenly appeared. Valen immediately shouted aggrievedly, "Well, um, I know that she is really bad." Felix let it say, echoing from time to time.

"We went to the kitchen to find something to eat, grilled fish? Cake? I just figured out a trick to make food have emotions. Do you want to try a caramel pudding that makes people cry? Uh, don't like it, it doesn't matter, we can try other combinations..."

They walked down the foyer, and at this time, Mafalda had just led her squad downstairs. Not long after, exaggerated screams came.

Felix frowned, what the hell is Umbridge doing?

...

February brings not only the warmer weather, but also the delayed Valentine's Day, which students are full of expectations. Especially the new Hogsmeade weekend and Valentine's Day are coming together, which makes students even more ecstatic.

"There is one week left for the holiday!" During the morning meal, a Ravenclaw girl announced loudly. She happily showed her friends a beautiful bow, "I want to tie it to the wall of Mrs. Pardif's teahouse." A dining table was separated by Harry, Ron and Hermione, with no joy on her face as she was about to celebrate the holiday.

"They will leave tomorrow." Harry whispered, his eyes obliquely at the Ministry of Magic and his group, who were sitting at the long table of Slytherin and Umbridge and the young man named Avery were far away from each other.

"It's obvious that he's guilty," said Ron.

"They won't make a move to the last day, right? Or after the lights are turned off?" He had a sudden whim. "The crazy-eyed man also said that they might come to steal things, and midnight is the best time. Just like Quirrell, he also acted in the middle of the night..."

"At least they don't have a chance during the day," said Hermione. "Have you brought the map to live, Harry?"

"Take it." Harry whispered, taking advantage of the opportunity to drink porridge, he flipped out a corner of a stack of parchment from his pocket. "It's always good to have more eyes." He said, not to mention that there were fewer people on Professor Moody's map, but Harry didn't say it, so as not to have another argument.

"It's actually three pairs of eyes." Ron corrected him with a smile.

"It's the entire front-line observation station, Harry." Hermione gave them a blank look. "Don't think I don't know what you are thinking about when you posted the 'Investigation and Counter-Reconnaissance' subject materials you sent last event."

Harry seemed a little embarrassed and whispered: "This is the best way, right?"

Hermione sighed, "Did you notice that your tone is a bit like Principal Dumbledore?"

Harry looked at her in a daze.

"You often complain that adults hide from you and don't tell you everything, and now you hide from club members."

"I'm doing it for their own good! Prevent leaks! And, the fewer people knowing that thing, the better." Harry stammered, then he was stunned.

Is this the reason?

Can Kingsley look at himself equal to his attitude towards Neville, Semo and Luna? Harry lowered his head and thought, and a voice in his heart said, "I am different from them." But then a new problem appeared, and it's different... I can't stay out of it. Harry told himself that others may give up, but he will never. Even if Voldemort's power is ten times stronger than now, even if Voldemort defeats everyone and rulees the magic world, as long as he is still alive, he will stand opposite Voldemort.

Harry believed this very much.

At this time, he saw Neville and Hannah passing by, knowing that they were going to take herbal lessons together. Harry stared at Neville, his face no longer looked round and tumbling like the first grade, but had firm lines. If something particularly dangerous happened, Harry felt that he would refuse other members to take risks, but he might not refuse Neville because he knew that Neville was the same as he was in his attitude towards Voldemort and the Death Eaters...

Hermione suddenly looked at the dining table opposite and said sarcastically: "He will win over people's hearts and be kind to seniors." Harry and Ron hurriedly looked over, and Chesterton Avery was chatting happily with a group of Slytherin students. The words "predecessor" and "majestic" came vaguely. Pansy listened attentively, with his expression eager to try, and did not notice that Draco Malfoy next to her did not say a word.

Harry read a strong sense of disgust from his eyes.

"He won't want to find an opportunity to contact Malfoy, right?" Hermione asked in a low voice, "Is the tabloid effective?"

"As long as Malfoy is smart enough, he will not give him a chance." Harry said affirmatively. At the next breakfast time, they would occasionally glance at the Slytherin's dining table. After a while, Slytherin's students stood up one after another, Malfoy decisively put down his knife and fork and followed the army away.

Crab and Gole had a very dissatisfaction with the idea that "there is still food left on the plate", but no matter how reluctant he was, he was still violently pulled away by Malfoy.

"Look," said Harry.

They also seized the time to finish their breakfast and hurried to herbal class. Harry had time to regain the thoughts interrupted by Hermione on the way. He had to admit that what Hermione said made sense, although it was only a little bit... He walked through the courtyard and rushed to the greenhouse and thought that if he was Principal Dumbledore, he would have treated someone who was destined to be an enemy of Voldemort and occasionally revealed some secrets, but he would definitely not tell all the facts.

"Thank you, Hermione." Harry murmured.

"What?" Hermione asked in a bad temper. They were taking a shortcut through the muddy vegetable field. The snow had melted halfway and it was very difficult to walk. Half of her shoe was trapped in the mud.

"I said thankfully, there was no Snape's class today," Harry said loudly.

Of course his words were not sincere. In fact, he had been staring at Snape in Potion class recently, trying to see from the expression on his face whether he was close to the Horcrux, and even ignored his ridicule, at the cost of Harry getting two more zero points.

Looking at the greenhouse, Harry saw the students standing outside. He walked a few steps and happened to catch the greenhouse opening from inside, but the person who came out surprised him. It was Snape in black, and Professor Hepp stood side by side with him. Harry also saw Professor Bubagee behind the two and Professor Sprout who was smiling.

He remembered a message he saw in the Mystery Wall tabloid that Professor Bubaji applied to build a new greenhouse and had been recruiting students to work and study for a while.

"Pomona, I didn't expect you to be so familiar with the concept of self-pollination." Professor Bubaji said eagerly.

"This is not new knowledge." Professor Sprout's tone suddenly became dry.

"Oh, I thought there were only Muggles" Professor Bubaji apologized in a low voice, while Felix and Snape had already left first.

...

"Voldemort is coming in a fierce manner. Do you have any plans?" Felix asked briskly, as they walked on the lawn, the sun was gentle and not dazzling.

"I think this shouldn't be the final battle, so it's unlikely that he and I will meet, which will reduce a lot of embarrassment." Snape said slowly: "As for my plan to pretend to be tripped up by things."

"Trained? So you are planning to go undercover?" Felix frowned, "Have you thought of an excuse?"

"The excuse will always be found." Snape said softly: "But I have to provide some convenience for the two idiots so that there will be no trouble in the future. If they fail again, I will not blame me for it. Let them bear the anger of the Dark Lord, which is his hope for eternal life."

"Tsk. What did you guess again?"

"Horcrux." Snape said coldly. Felix was quite surprised. Unexpectedly, Severus had really investigated it alone.

"But what are you?"

"I just have enough discernment in this regard by listing the names of black magic that I can find, and then exclude them one by one. I narrowed the range to ten, but I still couldn't determine the answer until I met Professor Slughorn at the gate of the Honey Duke." Snape said lightly.

Felix had no other thoughts except to lamenting coincidences. Although all this is still traceable to Dumbledore's many visits to Slughorn during Harry's fourth-grade summer vacation. With Severus's keenness, he could definitely guess that Slughorn had a huge secret and only lacked some associations. Moreover, Felix estimated that Severus must have contributed the best level of clichés in his chat with Slughorn, and it was even likely that he was under the banner of Dumbledore. This made the other party not have much defense.

Would Severus guess that Harry was a half-horad? Felix thought, but this wasn't his trouble, so it would be a headache for Dumbledore!

"Have you ever thought about Potter's plan to ruin?" Snape suddenly spoke.

"What's wrong with him?" Felix suddenly remembered the letter.

"He tempted me." Snape squeezed out this sentence from his teeth.

Felix turned his head and endured it very hard, "Oh, hey." He looked stern: "Don't worry, I'll consider his influence... Maybe this is a good thing. The more people involved, the harder it is to sort out the messy threads. I'll find an opportunity to talk to Dumbledore and make a few more plans."

After separating from Snape, Felix used a sound transmission mirror to contact Lupin who was nested in the sword castle.

"I have a hunch that the sword castle will be attacked today, between six and eight o'clock in the evening. The things I left in the storage room can come in handy."

"Great." The opposite side said gently, "I have been planning a staff gathering. They have worked hard lately... By the way, how did you get the exact time, use crystal balls or tea?"

"None of them, I looked at the moon phase." Felix joked.

"Oh, you can ask me directly," Lupin said happily, "I think I have a say, after all, the full moon has only passed for a few days."
To be continued...