bayedsolid Chapter 117 Education Order
Chapter 117 Education Order
Indra had thought that one day she might bump into Hermione in the kitchen last semester, but she didn't expect it to be so late.
Hermione walked over angrily, and the elves quickly backed away.
"When did you first know about this place?!"
Indra casually sat aside to make room for her, "In third grade."
Hermione's eyes widened in shock, "No wonder you refuse to join my House Elf Rights Promotion Association! You are even more outrageous than Ron!"
"Watch your attitude, Granger." Draco said coldly. He was not satisfied with being disturbed when he and Indra were alone.
Indra glanced at Hermione displeased, leaned on Draco's shoulder, picked up a piece of cake with a fork and put it into her mouth, "I don't join because I don't want to join, and your method is of no use at all."
"How could it be useless!" Hermione angrily sat down on the seat left by Indra, and became even more angry when she looked at the delicious food on the small round table.
This is not the kind of food normally served in an auditorium!
But Hermione just looked around and found that the house elves looked no less than when they came last time, at least far from the number of socks and gloves she knitted that had disappeared.
Indra handed her a glass of milk, and Hermione turned away.
So Indra hummed and took a sip himself, "What are you doing here?"
"Look how many elves have been freed." Hermione turned around and said slowly through gritted teeth, "I knitted a lot of hats, gloves, and socks. I hope they can be accidentally picked up when cleaning the lounge!"
Draco scoffed, "I can tell you, there are not a single elf missing here."
"Yes! Miss Granger, because we didn't clean the Gryffindor common room anymore! Your behavior is an insult to us!" said an elf, who seemed no less angry than Hermione.
In the eyes of the elves, Hermione was like a madman who planned how to harm them every day.
Hermione was stunned, hurt and disbelief flashed in her eyes, as well as a hint of hatred.
"Now Dobby is cleaning up the Gryffindor lounge alone, that shameless elf! He's not afraid of picking up your socks! Hats! Gloves!" said the elf wearing a tea towel.
Hermione fell completely silent, obviously a little bit shocked by the person she was assisting.
Indra coughed lightly and said gently to the elves, "You should go about your own business first."
After the elves dispersed and returned to the kitchen at the back of the hall, Indra looked at Hermione and said helplessly.
"The current situation of house elves is caused by many factors. Why do you want to go against them? Hundreds of years of ideological imprints are not something you can break through in a short time. You can't even change the thoughts of the people around you. But you want to force the elf to accept your decision immediately?"
Indra felt that Hermione was really whimsical. She lowered her voice and looked at her, her light brown eyes showing a cold amber light, "I don't have the extra kindness and energy to reform. This has nothing to do with me. But, if you If you really want to liberate them, can you use some roundabout method?"
Indra originally didn't care about the fate of the house elves. Maybe she would feel sad and sympathetic right in front of her eyes, but she wouldn't think about it where her eyes couldn't see it.
But now the kitchen elves are very kind to her. After two school years together, Indra feels that she has developed a connection and a little affection with them, so she cannot turn a blind eye to the unfair treatment they received as before.
Hermione looked at Indra in a daze, feeling once again the difference between Indra in Slytherin and herself in Gryffindor.
"However, the most important thing for people is their own determination. If they don't want to be free, it will be difficult to change the entire situation..."
"They probably don't want to lose their freedom."
Hermione was a little moved. She thought about it and asked calmly, "What method."
"How do I know, you think."
Hermione said angrily, "After all that, you tell me you don't know?!"
"Helping house elves is not in the homework record book you gave me. It can only become an extracurricular activity for me at best. Maybe this problem will be solved if you become the Minister of Magic." Indra gave an unreliable answer suggestion.
Hermione looked at her angrily, stood up and walked away with the wind at her feet.
Draco held Indra's shoulders and brought her back into his arms, tilted her head and kissed her on the cheek, and said rudely and arrogantly, "Granger wants to be the Minister of Magic, unless The Ministry of Magic is closed."
"Let's go, go on night patrol."
Master Malfoy reluctantly pressed his chin into the crook of Indra's neck and said dullly, "Why do I have to go on night patrol myself?"
Indra looked at him amused.
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On Monday morning, while Draco was having breakfast in the Great Hall, as usual, a barn owl brought him a newspaper.
Draco opened the newspaper, and a large picture of Umbridge was revealed, occupying the entire first page.
Above is the eye-catching title in bold capital letters:
Ministry of Magic seeks education reform
Dolores Umbridge appointed as first Senior Investigator
With his eyes focused, Draco quickly turned to the page, and then lightly touched Indra with his elbow.
He moved the newspaper towards her and whispered, "Indra."
Indra turned her head and leaned over to look, biting the silver fork slightly in her mouth.
"Umbridge... Senior Investigator?!"
Her voice attracted the attention of Senna and Chucks, who also had a newly arrived newspaper that they had not yet opened.
It was Senna who ordered it, because she had already set her goal to be the director of the International Magical Cooperation Department in the future, so it would be a good idea to read more of these newspapers.
The general content of the report is that the Ministry of Magic has passed the latest "Education Order No. 23", granting Umbridge the ability to review other teachers.
And as mentioned above, in the previous "Education Order No. 22", if Principal Dumbledore cannot provide a candidate for a certain teaching position, then Hogwarts must use someone sent by the Ministry of Magic.
Various figures in the wizarding world expressed their views on this.
Indra soon saw a familiar name in the newspaper.
Last night, Mr. Lucius Malfoy, now forty-one years old... at his Wiltshire mansion... was very pleased with the Ministry of Magic's decision...
Draco didn't expect to see his father's name on it, so he pressed his fingers on those lines silently.
Indra glanced at him and whispered, "So your father gave birth to you when he was 26 years old."
Master Malfoy silently turned the page, but the title above read about the dangers of house elves and the need for strict requirements.
So he could only turn another page, but Indra held his hand and turned the page back to the Ministry of Magic seeking educational reform.
Chucks took a bite of his tuna sandwich in surprise, frowned at the newspaper in Senna's hand, "So, it's possible that we saw Umbridge in any class?"
Indra looked at the text above carefully and hummed, "Education Order No. 22 came out first. The Ministry of Magic is so shameless. These two Education Orders combined are just to make Dumbledore lose his interest in Hogwarts." control.”
Chucks: "What do you mean?"
He didn't understand the connection between the issuance of Education Order No. 22 and the shamelessness of the Ministry of Magic.
Indra: "What if Umbridge fails to review a certain teacher? At this time, Education Order No. 22 comes in handy, and the Ministry of Magic is actually prepared in advance. Umbridge gets the dark magic The position of defense teacher was created because of Education Order No. 22, but it is obviously not intended to simply provide teacher candidates.”
"It means that the purpose of the Education Order No. 22 seems intriguing now." Senna also noticed some subtleties when Indra said this.
These small aspects often reflect the true intentions and determination of some policies.
Draco kept looking at Indra's side face while she was speaking, and there was even a light light of admiration in his gray-blue eyes.
"Mr. Lucius Malfoy, now forty-one years old, at his mansion in Wiltshire..."
At this time, other students who had also ordered the Daily Prophet read this sentence and looked at Draco.
Draco's expression was calm and indifferent, as if he didn't notice the glances at all.
Chuckles leaned forward, looked past Senna and Indra and asked Draco, "Really? The Ministry of Magic will give Umbridge such power?"
Draco glanced at Chucks a little annoyed. He recalled the conversation with his father Lucius and said slowly, "Probably... individual teachers may be...strictly scrutinized..."
For example, Hagrid, who has not yet returned, or Trelawney, anyone who sides with Dumbledore and whose teaching methods do not meet the expectations of the Ministry of Magic are at risk of being suspended.
"Who wants to see Professor Snape being censored?" Blaise said to his friends from across the street, and his voice came over.
Chucks muttered, "That would be fun."
"Will Professor Snape poison Umbridge's goblet?" asked another Slytherin classmate.
"Let me think about the magic potion that turns her from a pink toad into a green toad..."
"Hey, this is a senior investigator sent by the Ministry of Magic."
"so what?"
"How about it? Your parents don't work at the Ministry of Magic, do they pick up rubbish on the streets of Diagon Alley..."
"When I poison her, I'll say it was you who instigated it..."
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Indra turned to look at Chucks, "You don't want to teach first graders to use these random nicknames."
Chucks: "I'm not interested in playing with little green beans."
Indra closed her eyes and said, "No random nicknames!"
Chucks: "Don't you call them little Douding too?"
Saina: "Little Douding is a nickname, and Little Mung Bean is a nickname. You can go back and ask the dean to help you with your English."
Chucks: "Draco called Potter Scarhead and Hermione Big Teeth. Why didn't you tell me?"
Draco: "I don't have one right now."
Indra: "That's right, and they are from Gryffindor."
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After having breakfast in the auditorium, they returned to the lounge at the bottom of the lake and changed into the apricot protective clothing they would wear when preparing herbal medicine. The fifth-year Slytherin students went to herbal medicine classes outside the castle and met with Ravenclaw in the corridor. people gathered.
Indra did not expect to see Umbridge in the No. 2 greenhouse filled with strange green plants during the first class.
She was still wearing the pink cardigan, with a big pink bow on top of her short ash-brown curly hair. She clasped her hands in front of her and looked at the students coming in from the entrance of the greenhouse with a smile on her face.
Professor Sprout stood aside with a straight face.
"Hurry up! Today we are learning about Chinese biting cabbage!" Professor Sprout urged loudly, taking a few steps forward, "Put on your gloves! Otherwise your fingers will stay in the mouth of the biting cabbage. Got it!"
Indra stood in a seat at the back of the long table in the center of the greenhouse. She, Draco, Senna, and Chucks all took out dragon leather gloves from their schoolbags and put them on.
The same goes for other students.
"Cough cough."
Umbridge made a sound at this time, with the same deliberate cough.
Professor Sprout seemed to pretend not to hear, "Put on your gloves, and then we go to the vegetable patch outside the greenhouse to observe the Chinese biting cabbage up close! In this class..."
"Ahem! Professor Sprout," Umbridge said with a bigger, more fake smile on her face.
"Is this plant too dangerous for students? What will you be teaching this semester?"
Professor Sprout said stiffly, "Danger? But this is something that will be covered in the OWL exam. Maybe you didn't notice that they are already in fifth grade. This semester they just learned about self-planting pollinator shrubs and will soon learn about China." Biting cabbage and fang geranium to reach the level of a wizard who can pass the OWL exam."
Some students let out small chuckles when Professor Sprout said that Umbridge might not have noticed that they were already fifth years.
The smile on Umbridge's face became a bit like a mask at this moment. She wrote a line of words vigorously on her writing board, and then raised her head, "So, how many years have you been working here?"
"About thirteen years." Professor Sprout strode towards the door of the greenhouse, and Indra followed him like other students.
There were several rows of green cabbages planted in the vegetable field next to the greenhouse. Draco thought they looked familiar. He asked Indra softly, "Don't you also grow these in your vegetable garden?"
This thing can actually cook! ?
But the food cooked by Grandma Indra is indeed delicious.
"What my grandma grows is not called biting cabbage." Indra whispered back to him.
Umbridge slowly followed behind, "Oh, that's a bit long. Who appointed you?"
"Dumbledore." Professor Sprout said quickly, "Now, what you have in front of you is Chinese biting cabbage, which is the most common kind."
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Chinese Bite Kale, delicious.