The Return to Hogwarts

Needless to say, the young wizards understood that Professor Blaine would definitely choose his physical education students, and Amosta was indeed planning to do so.

His indifferent gaze swept over the bustling group of young wizards, including some of the best in their previous physical education classes, such as Harry of Gryffindor, Cedric of Hufflepuff, and Draco of Slytherin.

He excluded all of these people, and the reason was simple: Umbridge was bound to resent the person who humiliated her today, and Cedric's father worked at the Ministry of Magic, so having Draco play was a complete stunt for Lucius.

As for Harry, Amosta certainly noticed Harry's incredibly pleading eyes. Letting Harry play would indeed better stimulate Umbridge and prompt the Ministry of Magic to make a final, disastrous move, but Amosta wouldn't let Harry play. He had to consider the risk of Harry losing control.

"Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood!"

Amosta's calm voice echoed throughout the auditorium, eliciting cheers and shouts of discontent that mingled within, causing the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling to clang loudly.

"Quiet!"

Amosta spoke with an air of authority, turning to face Umbridge, who was watching him coldly.

“These three students are my teaching assistants, and they will be responsible for testing you.”

Students are responsible for testing

Umbridge's bulging eyes no longer revealed anger, but murderous intent. She didn't bother to say a word, simply pulled her wand from the pocket of her pink coat, and strode towards the stage. But she encountered some minor difficulties on her way up.

The stage Amosta conjured was too difficult for her short, stocky frame to jump onto. So, she had to wave her wand to create a step out of thin air to help her get on the stage, a ridiculous move that elicited scornful laughter from the young wizards, especially the students in gym class.

“If you can’t get her down in ten seconds, Hermione—”

Still harboring resentment, Harry pulled Hermione aside and said through gritted teeth,

"Then I will..."

"So what, Harry?"

Hermione's face was also frosty, but she seemed relatively calm.

"You'll never copy my homework again?"

Harry was speechless.

Pushing Harry's hand away, Hermione walked confidently onto the stage. She was mentally prepared to go on stage even before Professor Blaine called out her name.

Professor Blaine wanted to teach Umbridge a lesson, but he couldn't choose impulsive young wizards like Harry, nor could he choose those who worked in the Ministry or had deep family ties to it. This basically eliminated Slytherin students. He also needed someone who excelled in physical education and was representative of the class. Therefore, she, Neville, and Luna, as teaching assistants, were the most suitable candidates.

"Hey, it's your turn to show yourself, Neville!"

Ron withdrew his envious gaze from Hermione's retreating figure and turned to Neville, who was fiddling with something at his waist. The usually clueless Neville made Ron instinctively show a look of horror.

"You didn't lose your wand, did you?"

"Oh, of course not--"

Neville, seemingly having found something, tugged at the bag beneath his wizard's robes. A smile, different from his recent carefree demeanor, appeared on his face as he cheerfully addressed his Gryffindor classmates who were urging him on.

"Watch me go up and beat her up."

Then, just like Hermione, he strode confidently toward the platform and easily jumped up. On the other side of the stage, Luna, with a Butterbeer cap around her neck, blinked her bright silver eyes, hummed a little tune, and skipped and hopped to meet Hermione and Neville.

Chapter 1017 Sense of Oppression

2024-07-07

This is probably the first time such an incident has occurred in the thousand-year history of Hogwarts.

The idea of ​​three young wizards "competing" with high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic in the Great Hall sounds somewhat bizarre and laughable, but nowadays no one cares about it. Even Professor McGonagall, who is usually the most meticulous and rule-abiding, didn't utter a single objection. Her only complaint was that she couldn't personally teach that annoying woman from the Ministry of Magic a lesson.

Not a single professor was worried that the young wizard Amostall had personally trained for a year would be harmed by Umbridge.

Although they had never been involved in Amosta's training, the professors of each course would communicate and exchange information about each other's teaching, and they had heard Amosta describe the level of these young wizards.

It's no exaggeration to say that even professors would suffer greatly if they were to be careless in a one-on-one physical education class, but now that there are three against one, there's nothing to worry about.

"Hey guys, place your bets!"

Fred pulled a piece of parchment out of his bag at some point and excitedly called out to the people around him.

"The odds are 7 to 1 for betting on the old toad lasting a minute, 5 to 1 for 40 to 50 seconds, 3 to 1 for 30 to 40 seconds, and 9 to 1 for 20 to 30 seconds!"

With followers gathered, Harry pulled seven or eight Galleons from his pocket and stuffed them into George's bulging sack, gritting his teeth as he said...

"I bet she can only last one round!"

"Oh, you sly little fellow, you want to make a fortune, don't you?" Fred said with a grin. "Then it's under ten seconds, and we can give you odds of 1 to 10!"

"You're being a bit impulsive, bro—"

Ron looked regretfully at the locksmith Harry had tossed into the bag, sniffed, and said...

“No—” Harry said stubbornly, “I believe they can definitely do it!”

Such farces occurred on more than one occasion in the auditorium, and the professors, all focused on the stage, did not intervene.

Umbridge's terrifying, murderous expression did not frighten Hermione. In comparison, Umbridge was far less frightening than a lively, fiery dragon.

Meanwhile, Neville, also under Umbridge's menacing gaze, looked eager to fight, as if he couldn't wait to start the battle.

Even Harassing Mantis doesn't like her.

Luna tossed her dark golden hair, took her wand off her ear, and looked at Umbridge with her bright silver eyes, as if her last words had said it all.

"I will prove to you that the magical education you have received in the past is completely wrong, and Hogwarts' educational reform is urgently needed!"

Umbridge said fiercely.

But Hermione and her two companions completely ignored her threats. In the short time before Professor Blaine began, they discussed their division of labor.

“I’ll take charge of defense, Neville, you’ll be the main attacker, and Luna, you’ll be the secondary attacker,” Hermione said quietly, squinting her eyes.

“I have no objection, Hermione,” Neville said with a grin.

"Hmm!" Luna responded with a light, nasal tone.

"So!"

Amosta raised his voice, looking with satisfaction at the three young wizards who showed no signs of nervousness under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

"are you ready?"

Hermione tightened her grip on her wand, Luna twirled her wand on her fingertip, producing a few glittering silver stars, and Neville reached into his robes, ready to draw his wand at any moment. All three of them gave an affirmative response.

"And what about you, Ms. Umbridge?"

Amosta had a faint smile on his lips.

“I think I need to remind you, Ms. Umbridge, failure means elimination, and Hogwarts will not give you the opportunity to participate in the ‘second round’.”

Umbridge didn't speak, but just stared at him menacingly.

Amosta knew she was plotting to teach the students he had chosen a lesson, to embarrass herself and all the Hogwarts staff, and then shift the blame for hurting the students onto herself, since the suggestion to compete with the students came from him.

"I'll count down from three, then you can begin."

Amosta said.

The auditorium fell silent at that moment, all eyes focused on Professor Blaine's raised hand, and even the dust floating in the sunlight seemed to stand still.

"Three, two, start!"

The moment the hand was swung down, the atmosphere that had been frozen in the auditorium instantly dissolved, and the shouts that erupted in that instant were deafening!

Apart from Amostella and Dumbledore, no one in the Great Hall could remain completely calm.

The deans of the four colleges and the other professors had all hurriedly left the faculty and staff dining table and crowded in front of the stage to watch the game!

The moment Professor Blaine announced the start, Hermione, Neville, and even Luna, each with their own distinct expressions, became completely absorbed in their work. This wasn't just daydreaming; it was a manifestation of their focused concentration reaching its peak.

This special state was developed by the young wizards when they fought against Professor Blaine in a team within Professor Blaine's mental world.

The casting speed and dueling skills of the world's top wizards are unimaginable.

To fight Professor Blaine, you must concentrate fully; the slightest lapse in concentration will bring excruciating pain and 'death'!

Under the watchful eyes of thousands, the three who had entered duel mode immediately adjusted their formation.

Neville quickly moved behind Hermione, while Luna, who had been standing beside Hermione, also quickly moved two steps away from Hermione, positioning herself vertically between Hermione and Neville.

This strange positioning puzzled many novice wizards, but the students in the physical education class immediately understood.

"They actually used an 'assault formation' --"

Harry said without any politeness

"They overestimate this pink toad. In my opinion, since Professor Blaine has set a time limit, a three-on-one attack is the most reasonable course of action. They are fully capable of handling the attack on their own!"

Harry felt that Hermione, Hermione, and Umbridge were being too cautious; however, Umbridge, who was their opponent, was a completely different story.

One second, she was still imagining how to deal with these three brats.

Not only does she want to win gracefully and smoothly enter Hogwarts, but she also wants to severely torment the three little brats before Dumbledore and Blaine intervene, making those who dare to oppose the Ministry of Magic lose face.

The next second, the fierce aura emanating from Hermione and her two companions, who had formed a formation, rushed towards them. Even before they arrived, Umbridge already felt a sense of suffocation.

Moved!

Even during their astonishingly high-speed movement, the three maintained their formation, and the underlying sense of pressure caused Severus, who had placed himself in Umbridge's situation, to slightly change color.

Before the match even began, Umbridge had already been completely outmatched in terms of sheer momentum.

She instinctively took a half step back. Having never received professional combat training, she instinctively fired a spell, but—