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It's interesting to think about it. You know, as a family of pure-blood wizards that has been passed down for thousands of years, the Malfoy family is the most loyal supporter, and has always been known for its cunning and trickery. Malfoy is not seen at the scene of the crime, but the criminal's wand is covered with their fingerprints.
Who would have thought that the always cunning Lucius and his wife would finally fall in love with such a daughter-in-law.
This shows how well Astoria hides...
Like Sirius, she should be an outlier in the family of pure blood wizards.
Even if they are not Death Eaters, members of the Greengrass family must be loyal supporters of Voldemort.
But here she was secretly reading the "Hogwarts Wizarding News" and reading these articles against Voldemort. If she was found out, she would definitely be regarded as a traitor by all the Slytherin students and families.
It's not even surprising to be expelled from the family, or simply killed by Voldemort...
"I think there are some articles in this newspaper that make a lot of sense, and you guys wrote it well," Astoria said.
"Oh, do Slytherin students also read "Hogwarts Wizarding News?" Ivan asked curiously.
"Some people read it, but everyone did it secretly, not daring to be known by others." Astoria hesitated for a moment before summoning up the courage to say, "Actually, I believe what you said."
As soon as she finished speaking, she realized the problem in her sentence.
Many Slytherin students now know that Voldemort has returned, only people in the other three houses still don't quite believe it.
Astoria added hastily, "I mean, I think your views are correct."
"Thank you!" Ivan didn't expect to meet a supporter from Slytherin.
He looked at Astoria's flushed face and his own expectant and nervous eyes, knowing that it was incredible for a Slytherin student to say such things.
Honestly, on that alone, this girl should be in Gryffindor.
From this point of view, Slytherin House is not all enemies...
"Okay, let's go to the carriage, there should be only two of us left on the train."
"En!" Astoria nodded nervously, and then glanced at the badge of the Boys' Student Union President on Ivan's body.
They got off the train, the platform was empty, and the darkness of night enveloped everything.
Aiwen helped Astoria carry the suitcase, and the two communicated politely while quickly walking through the narrow passage to the dark street washed by rain outside Hogsmeade Station.
There are about a hundred horse-drawn carriages parked here, and every year they send students from the first grade to the castle.
Ivan glanced at them, and he knew that these carriages did not move by themselves, but were pulled by Thestrals.
Thestrals are a kind of Pegasus. Most people can't see this kind of creatures at all. They have special magical powers, which can only be seen by those who have witnessed death. Ivan couldn't see the Thestrals pulling the cart a year ago , but it can be clearly seen now, because he has witnessed death with his own eyes.
In his eyes, the front of the carriage was no longer empty.
Between the poles stood some animals, somewhat reptilian in appearance, without any flesh on their bodies.The black fur is tightly attached to the skeleton, and every bone is clearly visible. The head resembles a dragon's head, and the pupilless eyes are white, staring straight ahead.
They sprouted wings between the humps between their shoulder bones, big, black, tough wings that seemed to belong to giant bats.
These thestrals were motionless, standing quietly in the growing darkness, looking eerie and ominous.
This is really a strange feeling, Ivan smiled.
No wonder superstitious people think that such creatures are very unlucky and will bring all kinds of terrible disasters to those who see them, which is a bad omen.
But in fact, as long as they don't take the initiative to attack them, thestrals will not harm people, nor will they bring any bad omens.
Thestrals are very useful, their sense of direction is surprisingly good, just tell them the destination, no matter where it is, it will send you to where you want to go.
And they are good at finding riders, and they will gather together when they smell blood, which will be very useful at certain times.
"Ivan, here!" The students had already climbed into the carriage, and Hermione leaned out from the window and shouted.
"My friend called me, are you with us?" Ivan asked.
"No, no, I'll find my sister." Astoria said hurriedly, "She should have reserved a seat for me."
The words I said to Ivan alone have consumed all my courage. At least these things will not be discovered by others, but if the Slytherin people see her and Ivan in the same carriage, she will be in the same carriage in Slytherin. Leitlin probably couldn't stay any longer.
Chapter 918 Kindness from Slytherin
"Okay, see you at school later!" Ivan waved his hand, looked at Astoria's expression, then thought of something, and added, "By the way, if you like watching "Hogwarts Graduation Magic Newspaper, I can give you a separate copy for each issue, and if you have good articles, you can also contribute to me."
"I'll think about it, thank you!" Astoria whispered, smiled at Ivan, and ran away in a hurry.
Literary youths are always easy to be welcomed by girls, and Astoria obviously has a little affection for Ivan.
For the beautiful girl who came to the door, Aiwen seemed to have no reason to refuse contact.
However, he didn't naively think that Astoria was really fascinated by the newspaper and wasted time in the box, and happened to be bumped by him.
There has never been such a coincidence in the world, and this is not a novel...
"Some people can't sit still, they probably want to take this opportunity to express their position to Dumbledore and me!" Ivan murmured.
He saw Astoria board a carriage, leaned out and waved to himself.
Dangerous Slytherins, you can never guess what they really think.
Leaving aside her identity and other factors, Astoria is a very cute little girl with dimples when she smiles.
Maybe he's scheming in his words and deeds, like other Slytherins, but it's not annoying.
At least, Ivan didn't feel disgusted, and he didn't reject the goodwill from inside Slytherin.
As the news of Voldemort's return was confirmed, Slytherin also split into several factions. Not everyone supported Voldemort, thinking that he would win the final victory. The war was about to begin, and it was time for forces to reshuffle. But direct contact with Dumbledore may not necessarily be accepted.
It is a good idea to let the children show some kindness...
Ivan was thinking about this, while climbing into the carriage, Harry and the others were discussing how the carriage moved.
Hermione told everyone that the Thestrals were pulling the cart, which was introduced in the book, but she couldn't see them like everyone else.
Luna could see it, but she didn't participate in the discussion, she just hummed a weird little tune and stared at everyone with her big silver eyes.
In the original plot, Harry could have seen the Thestrals, but this time he did not see Cedric's death.
On the contrary, Aiwen witnessed the loss of many lives during the subsequent trip to the giant tribe.
He described to them what thestrals looked like, and the carriages lined up, creaking and shaking on the road.
They passed the high stone pillars on either side of the gate to the school grounds, surmounted by winged boars.
At this time, the topic shifted to Hagrid again. Everyone knew from Ivan that he had gone to the giant tribe and hadn't returned yet.
Harry looked at the pitch-dark field, worried whether Hagrid would be in any danger.
Except for Hermione, Ivan did not tell them that Hagrid brought back a giant, but that he saw his mother and younger brother there. Tell everyone yourself.
Beyond the woods outside Hagrid's cabin, Hogwarts Castle loomed closer: the towering towers seemed even darker against the dark night sky, and occasionally a window could be seen shooting a fiery red light above their heads. of light.
Ten minutes later, the carriage stopped beside the stone steps leading to the oak gate, and everyone got out of the carriage one after another.
Harry and Ron also deliberately touched the Thestrals in front of the carriage, and exclaimed after feeling that they really existed.
If they could see the terrifying appearance of thestrals, they probably wouldn't be so interested!
Luna watched from the side, and Ivan also led Hermione and Ginny over, letting the two of them touch the Thestral's head.
The thestral was motionless, standing quietly in the cold night air, with several people surrounding it, its empty white eyes gleaming.
"Okay, let's hurry up. These thestrals live near Hagrid's cabin, and they are neighbors to those hippogriffs. We will have time to visit them in the future." Ivan said.
They joined the crowd again and hurried up the stone steps into the castle.
The foyer was lit red by the torches and echoed with the footsteps of the students.
Students walk across the flagstone floor to the right of the two doors leading to the auditorium, where the commencement banquet is held.
The Great Hall was filled to the brim with four long college tables, and above it was a dark, starless ceiling, identical to the sky they could see outside through the tall windows.
Candles floated above the dining table, illuminating the silver-white ghosts dotted in the auditorium, illuminating the excited faces of the students. Friends from other colleges greet each other and examine each other's new hairstyles and new clothes.
When Ivan and Harry passed by, people gathered together and whispered.
They kept talking about Cedric's transfer, Voldemort's return, and Ivan's becoming the president of the boys' student union.
These things have been discussed for more than half a year, but everyone still finds it incredible and difficult to accept.
In particular, Ivan, the main person involved in the incident, returned to Hogwarts and became the youngest boy student council president ever. This brought public opinion back to its peak, and all kinds of gossip and rumors followed one after another.
With Voldemort out of sight, Hogwarts is now the focus of the entire wizarding world.
Although the surface is exactly the same as usual, Ivan clearly feels that there is a feeling of a storm coming...
Luna left them to sit at the Ravenclaw table, and they sat down at the Gryffindor table.
Colin helped them take a seat, and just as they were seated, Nearly Headless Nick slipped out from under the table, and on the other side of the table were Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown, their hypocritical, Greet everyone overly enthusiastically.
Needless to say, they must have been talking about Ivan or Harry a second ago...
Lavender must have learned a lot of information from Ron, but she still didn't satisfy her. He and Ron have been in touch with owl mail during the summer vacation.
Ron kept saying that Lavender was too boring and wanted to break up with her, but he couldn't make up his mind.
"I want to know who this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is?" Hermione bit her lip, scanning the faculty desk back and forth.
"If you want me to say, they should let Ivan teach this class!"
"Wait a minute, look!" said Hermione sharply, pointing to the middle of the staff desk.
Chapter 919 The Sorting Hat's Warning
Looking in the direction she pointed, everyone's eyes first fell on Professor Dumbledore.
Dumbledore sat in the gold high-backed chair right in the middle of the long staff table, in his dark purple robes studded with silver stars and a matching hat, he tilted his head towards the man sitting next to him. Woman, she was talking into his ear.
The actions of the two seem to be very close, people who don't know think how good the relationship between the two of them is.
To be honest, this woman looked like someone's old unmarried aunt.
She was short and plump, with short, curly taupe hair tied in a big ugly pink bow that was very similar to the fluffy pink cardigan she wore over her robes. match.
At this time, she turned her face slightly, raised her goblet to drink for a day, and glanced in their direction.
Then everyone saw a pale, toad-like face and a pair of eyes with drooping eyelids and bulging eyeballs.
"My God, it's her!" Harry recognized instantly, shocked.
"Dolores Umbridge!" Ivan added, not surprising at all.
Although many changes have taken place, she still came to Hogwarts as scheduled, and she didn't know what tricks she would make.
In Ivan's view, Umbridge is much more difficult to deal with than Fudge, and he is very capable of making things happen.
"Look at her dress, what a beautiful cardigan!" Ron smirked.
"I think it's kind of scary, she doesn't fit in this dress." Colin agreed.
"It does look familiar..." Hermione followed up, thoughtfully, "Who is she?"
"It's that woman named Umbridge!" Harry said, "She participated in the interrogation of Ivan and me, and she worked for Fudge!"
"Oh!" Hermione nodded suddenly, "what is she doing here?"
"She came here as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Ivan said, "Fudge arranged for her to come, you should understand?"
Hermione nodded worriedly, this is not good news, and Harry, Ron and Colin looked at them curiously.
"Understand what?" Ron asked, "This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is going to be terrible? Don't worry, I'm prepared for it. In fact, I never expected this class... "
"Lupine, Sirius, and Mad-Eye are all good!" Harry said. "I hope nothing happens to this woman."
If it was another week, he would certainly not think so, nor would he worry about Umbridge.
Although Hermione wanted to explain to them what Umbridge's arrival meant and let them know the seriousness of the matter, at this moment, Professor Graplan came in from the side door and sat in the seat that should have belonged to him. Hagrid's seat.
That said, the first-years must have made it across the lake to the castle.
Sure enough, a few seconds later, the door to the hall opened.
A long line of first-years, who seemed to be in shock, was led into the auditorium by Professor McGonagall.
Professor McGonagall was holding a stool with an ancient wizard's hat on it.
The hat was patch upon patch, with a wide slit at the frayed brim, and the hum of conversation in the auditorium gradually died down.
First-year students line up at the staff desks, facing students from other grades.
Professor McGonagall carefully placed the stool in front of them, then stepped back.