The next morning, Hermione searched for the Daily Prophet as soon as she got it. Then, she took a sharp breath of air and unfolded the newspaper to reveal a large picture of Dolores Umbridge. She smiled and winked at them, with the caption on it:

The Ministry of Magic seeks educational reform, and Dolores Umbridge is appointed as the first Senior Inquisitor

In an impromptu operation last night, the Ministry of Magic passed a new decree that gave it unprecedented levels of control over Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"For some time now, the Minister has become increasingly uneasy about the current state of Hogwarts. "He took action after listening to the concerns of parents who felt as if the school was moving in a direction they disapproved of." ”

In recent weeks, it has not been the first time that Minister Cornelius Fudge has adopted a new decree to improve the school of witchcraft and wizardry. Not long ago, on August 3o, Education Order No. 22 was passed, ensuring that if the current headmaster was unable to provide a candidate for a particular teaching position, the Ministry of Magic would recommend a suitable candidate.

"That's how Dolores Umbridge was appointed Hogwarts teacher," Weasley said last night, "Dumbledore couldn't find anyone, and the Minister assigned Umbridge, and needless to say, she was an instant success, making a breakthrough change in Defence Against the Dark Arts students, and providing the Minister with on-the-spot feedback on the real state of Hogwarts." ”

"This most recent temporary operation came into effect with the passage of the Ministry of Magic's Education Order Twenty-Three, which created the new position of High Inquisitor at Hogwarts. ”

"This is an exciting new move in the Minister's plan to try to control the so-called decline in education at Hogwarts. "The investigator will have the authority to vet her fellow faculty members to make sure they all meet the standards, and to use the right of recall if necessary." Professor Umbridge has been awarded this position in addition to her faculty membership, and we are pleased to report that she has embraced it. ”

Hermione finished reading and looked at Andrew across the table.

Cho and Ginny also stared at Andrew, making Andrew a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" Andrew said, parting an egg, "what are you looking at me for? ”

"Why don't you think about it?" Hermione was short of breath and her eyes were shining, "I can't believe it. They are so shameless!"

"It's an inevitable consequence of how things are getting to this point," Andrew said. He looked at the rice porridge in his bowl, lowered his head and said, "Don't care, it's just a farce." ”

"Farce?" said Harry angrily, "she has the right to investigate her colleagues, and she can use the right of recall if necessary?" that means ———"

"Ignore her," Andrew said, "Professor Dumbledore wouldn't be so stupid. By then, you Harry, you'll have a mission. ”

"Mission?" Harry asked, puzzled, "what can I do?"

Andrew drank the last few mouthfuls of pumpkin porridge from the bowl, "Don't underestimate yourself, Harry, compared to Dolores Umbridge, this so-called deputy minister who has risen to high positions by drilling camp and flattery, you can be a real savior." ”

"What!?" Apparently Harry didn't have much of a savior on his claim.

"You have to keep your profile as high as possible this semester, which means that you will be in the limelight and you will be a star. ”

"But that's not what I want to do," Harry muttered, "I mean I didn't actually do anything about the legends of the saviors, Hermione, Ginny, you should know." ”

"Harry, on the contrary, I grew up listening to your stories as a child, so you're much more famous than you think," said Ginny.

"Don't worry, things aren't that bad," Andrew said with a smile, "Lord Albus Dumbledore will take care of everything." ”

"I don't refuse anything that is out of the limelight. "I suddenly can't wait to see Professor Snape examined," Ginny said happily, "Umbridge won't know what's going on when he's beaten." ”

"Oh, hurry up," Hermione said, leaping to her feet, "we have to go, we can't be late if she's going to check Binns' class—"

However, Professor Umbridge didn't check their history of magic class, which was still as boring as last Monday, and when they went for two Potions classes, she wasn't in Snape's basement classroom, and the paper on the moonstone came down, and Andrew saw that he got an O (perfect score) and thought it was okay, while Harry was a long, pointy black "D" (equivalent to a zero score).

"If you're in O.. Hand over something like this in the 1s exam, and this grade I give you is what you will get. Snape sneered, walking briskly through the class and returning the homework to them, "It should give you a clear idea of what to expect on the test." ”

Snape walked to the front of the room and turned to face his classmates.

"The overall level of homework this time was terrible. If it's an exam, most of you won't fail. I hope you'll put a little more effort into this week's paper on different types of antidotes, or I'll have to shut up the stupid ones who have 'd'. ”

His face was full of sneers, and Malfoy sneered softly, and said in a voice that was small but far away, "Anyone else has 'd'?

After class, Harry saw Andrew's grades and said angrily, "Why did I copy yours and give me a D?"

"Well, there's nothing to be ashamed of," said Fred, who had just arrived at the table with George and Lee Jordan and sat to Harry's right, "a healthy and mental 'd', there's nothing wrong with that." ”

"But," said Hermione, "Harry copied me exactly, mine is an o!"

"Oh?" said Lee Jordan, "did I hear me right?

"Alright. Harry said with a sad face, "You know what I am......?

"That's tragic," Fred asked them, "by the way, have your classes been checked?"

"Nope. Hermione immediately said, "What about you?"

"Just now, before eating," said George, "it was a Charms class. ”

"How's it going?" asked Harry and Hermione at the same time.

Fred shrugged his shoulders.

"It's not bad. Umbridge just cowered in the corner, taking notes on the clipboard. You know Flitwick's temper, he treats Umbridge as a guest and doesn't seem to take it to heart. Umbridge didn't say much. I asked Alya a few questions about what classes were like. Alya replied that the class was very good, and that was it. ”

"I don't think Flitwick's score will be low," George said, "and he always gets everybody to pass the exam." ”

"Whose class are you having this afternoon?" Fred asked Harry.

"Trelawney—"

"Oh......" George said with a wicked grin.

In the afternoon, Andrew was dozing off during his divination class. Professor Umbridge was seen coming out of the trapdoor on the floor. The students who were talking and laughing suddenly fell silent, and Professor Trelawney, who was walking around to divide the "Dream Interpretation Guide", heard the voice in the classroom suddenly lowered, and turned around.

"Good afternoon, Professor Trelawney," Professor Umbridge said with a smile on his face, "I'm sure you've been notified by me?" ”

Professor Trelawney nodded with a straight face, looking very upset, and turned his back to Professor Umbridge to continue with his textbook. Still smiling, Professor Umbridge grabbed the back of the armchair closest to her, pulled it to the front of the classroom, and placed it a few inches behind Professor Trelawney's seat. Then she sat down, pulled her clipboard out of her fancy bag, looked up expectantly, and waited for class to begin.

Professor Trelawney tightened the shawl around him with trembling hands, and looked at the class through the large glasses that magnified his eyes many times.

"Today we continue to study foreshadowing dreams," she said in her usual enigmatic tone, but her voice trembled slightly, "Ask the students to work in pairs and explain to each other what they have recently seen in their dreams with the help of the Dream Interpretation Guide." ”

She was about to walk briskly back to her seat when she saw Professor Umbridge sitting next to her, and immediately turned to the left towards Parvati and Lavender, who were already intently discussing a recent dream Parvati.

Andrew saw that Umbridge was already jotting something on the clipboard. After a few minutes, she stood up and began to walk around the classroom with Trelawney, listening to Trelawney's conversations with her classmates and asking a question or two from time to time.

Because Andrew was sitting there alone, he kept watching Umbridge's every move.

At this point, Professor Umbridge made a few more notes on his clipboard, and Professor Trelawney looked annoyed.

"So," Umbridge said, looking up at Trelawney, "how long have you been in this position, exactly?"

Professor Trelawney glared at her fiercely, crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders, as if trying to protect himself as much as he could from this crude and rude investigation. She paused slightly, as if to conclude that the question was not so abrupt, and that she had no reason to ignore it, and said in a very angry tone: "It's been almost sixteen years." ”

"It's not a short time. Professor Umbridge said as he jotted down a few more strokes on her clipboard, "So Professor Dumbledore appointed you?"

"That's right. Professor Trelawney said crisply.

Professor Umbridge made a few strokes.

"You are the great-great-granddaughter of the famous demigod prophet Kassandra Trelawney?"

"Yes. Professor Trelawney said, holding her head a little higher.

A few more strokes were jotted down on the clipboard.

"But I think—you can correct if I'm wrong—that you're the first person in your family to have second sight since Kassandra?"

"These things are often inherited from one generation to another — well—three generations. Professor Trelawney said.

Professor Umbridge's toad-like mouth smiled even wider.

"Of course," she said coquettishly, noting a few more strokes, "well, I wonder if you can prophesy something for me, eh?" she looked up inquiringly, still smiling all over her face. Professor Trelawney tensed, unable to believe his ears.

"I don't understand what you mean. She said, shudderingly grabbing the shawl around her skinny neck.

"I want you to make a prophecy for me. Professor Umbridge said clearly.

Now, most of the students in the classroom stared blankly at Professor Trelawney, who was straight, and the beads and bracelets were ringing.

"Tianmu will not be ordered to look!" she said in an indignant tone.

"Understood. Professor Umbridge said softly, scribbling down a few more strokes on her clipboard.

"I-but-but-wait!" Professor Trelawney said suddenly, trying to speak in her usual ethereal voice, but her whole body trembled with anger, destroying the mysterious effect of that sound. "I-I think I did see something-it's about your-ah, I felt something—something wooden, square—something extremely dangerous—"

Professor Trelawney pointed at Professor Umbridge with a trembling finger, and Professor Umbridge still had that kind smile on his face and raised his eyebrows.

"I'm afraid—I'm afraid you're in terrible danger!" Professor Trelawney ended her words dramatically.

There was silence. Professor Umbridge's eyebrows were still raised.

"Well," she said softly, scribbling a few more strokes on the clipboard, "well, if that's all you can do—"

She turned and walked away, Professor Trelawney standing still, his chest heaving violently.

At this time, the bell rang for the end of class, and she was the first to descend the silver escalator, and when they arrived for the Defence Against the Dark Arts class ten minutes later, she was there waiting for them all again.

When they walked into the classroom, she was there smiling and humming a little tune.

As soon as Hermione and Andrew sat down, Professor Umbridge ordered everyone to be quiet. The classroom fell silent.

"Put away your wand. With a smile on her face, she instructed the students who had taken out their wands with a glimmer of hope and had to put them back in their bags in disappointment.

"We finished the first chapter in the last lesson, and today I want you all to turn to page nineteen and start reading 'Chapter 2, The Theory of General Defense and Its Origins'. Don't talk while reading. ”

With a wide-mouthed, smug smile, she sat down behind the podium. The whole class flipped to page 19 of the book, and there was a clear and audible sigh.

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