The Wolf is Coming Ch. 41

Prev | Directory | Next

Emma felt that this school year at Hogwarts was simply a disaster.

The reason was simple; Umbridge became the new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, and she was as annoying as she imagined.

Experiencing it in person was different from acting. Looking at the educational orders on the wall, Emma, who could not avoid being humiliated by Umbridge in class, began to call Umbridge "pink toad" behind her back like other classmates.

Of course, Emma had intended to prevent Harry and Umbridge from confronting each other, but Umbridge seemed to be watching Harry all the time. She would always appear suddenly when Harry complained about the useless Defense Against the Dark Arts class and the "disgusting like a slug" educational order, and then severely deducted a few points from Gryffindor, and occasionally put Harry in detention for a few nights. Harry was at the age of vigor and blood, so he naturally would not accept it, so he often deducted more points from Gryffindor and the detention time became longer and longer.

"Harry, listen to me, you can't always do this. You're only hurting yourself without hurting the enemy. It's not worth it." After class, Emma said to Harry.

"I know, of course I know! Hermione, thank you for your concern, but I can't cater to that damn fake. Even if it's fake, I feel sick." The various confinements during this period made Harry a little irritable, and his voice couldn't help but rise a lot.

"I don't understand, what's the point of pretending that the wizarding world is peaceful and prosperous every day? Voldemort has obviously been resurrected, why don't they want to believe it? I saw him and the Death Eaters appear in front of me with my own eyes! Did Cedric die in vain?"

The place where they talked was in the corridor where people came and went. Harry's words, which were almost shouted out, were heard clearly by the students around him, and the words "Voldemort" made a group of people gasp for it.

Thinking of Cedric's death, Emma was silent.

"Sorry, I can't control myself." Harry also felt that his tone was a bit heavy, so he lowered his voice, "But we can't always obey because we don't want to cause trouble. The Ministry of Magic is wrong, and someone has to stand up and tell them."

At this moment, Umbridge appeared from nowhere, holding her wand, with a cold and serious expression, "Oh, look what I caught? A bad student who tried to disrupt the order of the school with lies! Gryffindor will deduct five points!"

"What I said is true! This is a fact!" Harry defended himself loudly.

"If you don't repent, Gryffindor will deduct another five points!" Umbridge raised her chin and looked at Harry with contempt.

Emma quickly pulled Harry's sleeve, signaling him to stop talking.

But Harry was already irritated by Umbridge's attitude. He shouted regardless, "You can't do this! Face the reality, Voldemort has been resurrected! Fudge's point of view is wrong!"

In the dead silence, Umbridge's face twisted, "Very good, brat! From today on, the next two weeks will be your detention time!"

That night, when Harry tiredly returned to the Gryffindor common room, Emma saw his scarred hands.

She sighed softly and placed a small bottle of potion in front of him.

Throwing herself on the bed and looking at the ceiling of the dormitory, Emma didn't know how to describe her mood at the moment.

Calculating the time, Emma has been in this world for more than half a year, and she had gradually adapted to the life of a witch. She would follow Harry to deliver food to Sirius, who was disguised as a big black dog, and would be invited to Hagrid's hut to see the various magical creatures he raised. She would also stay at the Weasley family's burrow to watch the twins play Ron around...

If she said that she had no feelings for Hogwarts and her friends, it would be a lie. But what would the future of these friends be like?

Emma covered her head with a quilt, unwilling to think about it.

The development of the plot was like a train running on a fixed track. Even if she intended to influence it, it was just like a small stone that strayed into the track. The train may bump slightly, but it would still go far along the track. Just like this confinement incident, she tried hard to stop it, but in the end, what was supposed to happen still happened.

All credit goes to the original author
Feel free to pinpoint us if there are any grammar error or typos
Please don't use Guazi's translation to re-translate in other languages

Prev | Directory | Next