The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

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Umbridge's eardrums hurt from Newland's sudden shout, but he couldn't care less about being annoyed at the moment, and hurriedly asked:

"When did this happen!?"

"A few hours ago, I saw with my own eyes that Harry Potter brought a large group of people to a rally with Link Foley, and at the meeting Link Foley gave a demagogic speech .Many people were persuaded by them to join, and the remaining people were also forced to sign a non-disclosure agreement. As for the location..." Newland glanced at the wall with a strange expression and said, "Just at Next door to your office."

"This is really... unreasonable!"

Umbridge blushed, slammed the table and shouted.

She was going crazy.

Originally, she planned to spare Link for the sake of that pocket of Galleons, and she even hinted at Newland just now, indicating that he had better not bring the matter to Link.

But now, according to the information provided by Newland, this Lin Ke not only really mixed up with Harry Potter and planned to rebel, but also deliberately chose the meeting place next to her!

This is simply a humiliation to her!

Umbridge leaned on the edge of the table and panted heavily. After a long delay, he realized that there was an outsider like Newland beside him. He forced a smile on his face and said:

"Newland, you have done a very good job. On behalf of Mr. Minister, I would like to thank you for your contribution to the Ministry of Magic. If Hogwarts were full of outstanding students like you, then there would be less troubles in this world. , What a young hero. Don't worry, after I verify the authenticity of this news, I will definitely ask Mr. Minister for your credit, and I will never treat you badly."

Hearing this, the corners of Newland's mouth twitched a few times.

If an ordinary student had heard Umbridge's praise, he would have been overwhelmed with excitement, and even tearful of gratitude.

But Newland could see clearly that Umbridge was clearly making a big deal for him again.

You know, as Link said earlier at the rally.

Even Umbridge's immediate boss, Minister of Magic Fudge is in danger now, so where does Umbridge have the ability to fulfill her promise?

Newland secretly complained about Umbridge's stinginess,

With an excited look on his face, he said:

"Thank you Professor Umbridge, thank you Mr Minister, thank you Ministry of Magic..."

Umbridge interrupted:

"In this case, you can go back first. But remember, today's affairs must be kept secret."

After saying that, Umbridge sat back at his desk and wrote to Fudge immediately after Newland left. She had discovered the fact that Dumbledore was secretly cultivating an army.

As for things like what I just told Newland about the need for verification, that was just a perfunctory excuse.

Things have developed to the point where they still need to be verified.

Just like when the Death Eaters were liquidated back then, there were many things that they said didn't exist, so they didn't exist, and even if they really existed, they must not exist.

The reverse is also true.

Right now, if they say there is, then there is, and if there is no, there must be!

Thinking of this, a blush of intoxication rose in Umbridge's brows and eyes.

This is the taste of power!

"Ahem——"

At this moment, two soft coughs came, and Umbridge woke up suddenly.

She stared at Newland a little angrily, without seeing the admiration just now, she opened her mouth and said:

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Newland was disgusted by her intoxicated expression just now, so she coughed to remind herself not to really spit it out.

At this moment, seeing Umbridge turned his face and turned his back on others, he felt a little unhappy, but on the surface he just smiled and said:

"Professor Umbridge, I think I can do more for you. Although I am just an ordinary student, I am quite famous in Slytherin House. Although there is no way to do To be like Miss Victoria, but many people are willing to sell me some face. If you need it, you can contact me at any time, and I can definitely complete the task!"

Umbridge didn't speak this time, just looked at Newland silently.

Newland was eager to stand out, and Umbridge was very clear about his careful thinking in wanting to control power.

Because she had the same idea when she first entered the Ministry of Magic.

This is also the common character of people like her who come from a humble background but want to step into the ranks of power.

'Speaking of which, this child seems to be from a mixed-race family. No, he seems to be even more unlucky than me. I was at least brought into the wizarding world by my father, but the boy's wizarding father... seems to have disappeared since he was born. '

Thinking of this, the habitual smirk on Umbridge's face gradually faded, and a similar experience made her look at Newland with a hint of pity in her eyes.

"call--"

After a long time, Umbridge sighed and said, "Forget it, then I will give you a chance, go back and gather students who are willing to help me manage Hogwarts and prepare. When the opportunity is right, I will let you appear .”

Hearing that Newland's hanging heart finally fell, but before he could say thanks, Umbridge changed the subject and said again:

"But you also have to live up to me. If I know you've screwed up, hehe, you know the consequences."

After Umbridge finished speaking, he clasped his hands together, and the iconic smirk resumed on his face.

She really needs a white glove to help her manage Hogwarts students.

She was indeed very sympathetic to Newland's background.

But that wasn't the main reason she gave Newland the opportunity.

Umbridge knew all too well how shameless and ungrateful people like Newland were.

In fact, Draco Malfoy, the only son of the Malfoy family, was her original white-glove candidate.

It's a pity that Draco was beaten too hard by Link and Cedric when he started school, and now he is so scared that he dare not provoke trouble at all, and Draco's ability is indeed insufficient.

Only then did Umbridge agree to let Newland make a move, so as to sell favors by the way.

But Newland was different from Draco after all.

Even if Draco was not capable enough, Umbridge only dared to bypass him.

If Newland does something wrong...

"I see, Professor Umbridge, then I'll go back and prepare!"

Newland heard that although he didn't know what Umbridge really thought, he finally got a tangible promise, and said excitedly.

This time the excitement on his face was not fake.

Why didn't he know that Link sent him here to test his ability and loyalty?

But right now, he has successfully completed the task given by Link, and has proven himself in terms of ability.

As for loyalty...

Ha ha.

Newland didn't feel that he had to be loyal to the D.A. Army of Rausch, and if the benefits offered by Umbridge and the Ministry of Magic were large enough, it was not impossible for him to be a double agent.

Of course, that's for later.

For now, the D.A. Army with Link Foley in the lineup clearly has more potential.

After rubbing his face, Newland saluted Umbridge and walked out.

However, just halfway there, I heard Umbridge say:

"and many more."

Newland stopped immediately, turned around and said with a smile:

"Professor Umbridge, do you have any other orders?"

Looking at Newland's young face, Umbridge took a deep breath and said:

"Son, are you still living with your Muggle mother?"

Newland nodded, but his smile stiffened a little.

Umbridge said straightly that he felt a little embarrassed, waved his hands and said:

"I'll give you a piece of advice. When you go back from the Christmas holiday, you will erase all the memories of you in your Muggle mother's mind, then move out of the house, and change your messy surname. Say, your mother died of illness, and at the same time you found your own father, he was a pure-blood wizard with noble blood, and you inherited his noble blood in your body, understand?

Well, don't think I'm cruel, you have to be of noble blood to be comfortable in the Ministry.

I won't mention other people, just talk about those you know, such as Weasley.

Which of the little red-haired boys in his family didn't find a good job after graduation? Even that old wretch Arthur Weasley works in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division at the Ministry of Magic?

Do you really think the Ministry of Magic can't find a half-blood or Muggle-born wizard more familiar with the Muggle world to do the job?

Isn't he able to have this job because he is from the sacred twenty-eight clan?

Take it easy and do it, kid, don't feel guilty, it's not us who are wrong, but the world.

The rule of this game is that the noble is always noble! Your mother's humble surname and blood will only send you to the 18th hell and never turn back. If you want to change your destiny, you must do this! "

After saying that, Umbridge's expression became sentimental and painful.

She turned around and waved her hand to signal Newland to leave quickly.

But what Umbridge didn't notice was that the smile on Newland's face could no longer be maintained at this moment, and his body was trembling slightly, as if he was enduring something.

Newland lowered his head, said goodbye to Umbridge again, and left the office at a trot.

creak——

The door closed gently.

Newland didn't leave directly, but stood there silently, staring at the door with a pair of red eyes.

Under the cover of darkness in the corridor, Newland's expression began to become distorted, and his body twitched with a terrifying madness.

He held tightly the gray magic wand that looked like a dead tree branch in his robe, his body trembled and he roared in a low voice:

"Bitch! Bitch! I'll kill you sooner or later! I'm going to kill you damn bitch!"

Hum——

A hazy but harsh green light glowed from the wand in his hand, responding to his master's anger.

Flashed by this light, Newland stopped talking and hid his wand in his robe.

He looked around and after making sure that no one was around, he gave Umbridge a hard look at the door of his office, and then quickly walked towards the Slytherin common room.

No matter how angry he was, he still had to do the work that should be done.

Of course, it was not difficult for him to gather Slytherin.

He was a Slytherin after all.

He knew very well that the current Slytherin had fallen to the point where it could not be further reduced.

Although the students in this academy still have nobility, wit and ambition as their core concepts, except for sensible people like him and Emily Victoria, the rest are just clumsy imitations.

In them nobility becomes arrogance, ambition becomes greed.

But they are not smart enough, even brainless.

For such people, you only need to draw a big picture for them, and then pull out a big banner that is enough to blame everyone, and it is enough to make them work for you.

As for who will be the banner.

Draco Malfoy is naturally the best candidate.

Relying on his own family, this guy was originally a small Slytherin leader. Using his name to operate would make things much easier.

Besides, this guy is more stupid than other Slytherins, and he is better at fooling around.

The most critical point is that.

Newland really wanted to see how the Malfoy family would take revenge on Umbridge, the ostensible culprit, when the blame really fell on Draco!

Let's take it as a little interest, Bichi...

A cruel sneer curled up on the corner of Newland's mouth.

...

Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor bedroom, Harry was sleeping peacefully in bed.

His sleeping position is very special.

Even though his four-poster bed was fairly spacious, he was still curled up in the corner of the bed, his brows were furrowed, and his face was covered with sweat.

The most important thing is that his hand is still stretched out, as if he is trying to grasp something.

chatter--

suddenly.

Ron let out a loud, piercing, real snore.

The sound jolted Harry awake.

Panting heavily, he sat up from the bed and struggled to cover his forehead with his hands.

There was a sharp pain drilling deep into his head.

Do not.

To be precise, the source of the pain was the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

That was the 'gift' left to him by Voldemort!

This piercing pain forced him to return to the curled up state again.

But even so, he was still forcing himself to recall the dream just now.

Harry could assure you that it was the worst nightmare he had ever had.

"Damn! Damn!"

Harry cursed under his breath and beat his head, trying to make his brain work faster in this way.

It's a pity that no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't echo the slightest content of the dream, but the deep fear and anxiety still lingered in his mind, unwilling to dissipate for a long time.

Desperate, Harry tried calling Ron's name a few times.

Really longing for Ron to get up and chat with him now, although he didn't know how much it would help him, at least it should be useful.

However, the only response to him was Ron's louder snoring.

"Forget it, it should just be an old mistake again, there's no need to worry them."

A little disappointed, he comforted himself, and Harry lay back on the bed again.

Only this time, he couldn't fall asleep anyway.

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