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"I haven't figured it out yet. Ron said slowly, looking a little embarrassed, "Unless, well......"

"What?" Harry urged, everyone watching him.

"Well, it's pretty cool to be an Auror. Ron said in a half-truthful tone.

"yes. Harry enthused, "That's pretty cool, it's the best profession." ”

"They're pretty much elite, though. Ron said, "You have to be very good, what about you, Colin?"

"I thought it would be great to be a videographer!" said Colin, "specifically for the Hogwarts Wizardry and Wizardry." ”

"You're already doing this right now. Ron said disapprovingly, "What are you going to do, Hermione?"

"I'm not sure yet, I have too many ideas. Hermione said, "Anyway, I want to do something really worthwhile." ”

She paused for a moment and didn't finish, in fact, it would be better if she could be with Aven!

"Being an Auror is valuable!" Harry said.

"Yes, but there's more to it than that. Hermione said thoughtfully, "I mean, if I can further promote house-elf advocacy......

Everyone shut up, careful not to look her in the eye.

Breakfast ends with Harry, Hermione, and Ron going for a boring history of magic lesson.

Evan and Colin go to the third floor for a Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Umbridge's first class at Hogwarts.

Evan wasn't sure if Umbridge had put fourth grade on Monday for his sake.

What he could be sure of was that he didn't expect anything from Umbridge's Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson.

Sure enough, when he and Colin walked into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, Professor Umbridge was already sitting behind the podium, wearing the plush pink cardigan she had worn the night before, with that black velvet bow on top of her head, like a big fly stupidly landing on an even bigger toad.

"Hello, Evan Mason, it's nice to see you again!" she said in a sweet voice.

"Hello, Professor!" said Aven, cautiously, not at all happy.

"Oh, sit down, we're about to start class!" Umbridge smirked as she seemed to be very familiar with Evan and her intimacy, "We'll have time to talk slowly in the future." ”

Evan sat down and saw Ginny grimacing at herself.

The class walked into the classroom in silence, unsure of what Umbridge was or how strict she was in terms of classroom discipline, whether it was better to be careful.

"Good morning, students!" Umbridge said as the class sat down.

"Good morning, Professor!" replied in a sloppy and casual manner.

"Tsk, tsk!" said Umbridge, "not that way, should you? You should have learned the proper manners, and I would like you to reply: Good morning, Professor Umbridge. Well, please do it again. Good morning, students!"

"Good morning, Professor Umbridge. Evan opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

"It's not neat enough, it's not loud enough!" Umbridge said critically, "Students, please do it again." ”

Everyone looked at each other silently, exchanging a look of surprise and unease.

Looking at Umbridge, if everyone's greetings don't satisfy her, they might practice for a whole lesson.

Eventually, they said it again in unison, and a few of the boys even shouted out.

"That's right!" Professor Umbridge said in a snarling voice, "it's not too difficult, isn't it?" I hope that everyone will do this before every class in the future, which is the most basic respect for the teacher. Alright, now put away your wand and take out your quill pen. ”

Hearing her words, many classmates exchanged depressed glances again.

The command to "put away the wand" was never a lesson they found interesting.

Defence Against the Dark Arts class has always been on the actual combat side, and without a wand, do you want them to use a quill against the Dark Wizard?

It was only after the class had reluctantly put away the wand and slowly pulled out the quill, ink, and parchment that Umbridge opened her handbag, pulled out a wand that was surprisingly short, and tapped it vigorously on the blackboard.

Two lines immediately appeared on the blackboard: Defence Against the Dark Arts returns to its fundamentals.

"Students, you must have had the same doubts, your teaching of this class has always been intermittent and unsystematic, hasn't it?" Professor Umbridge said, turning to face the class, his hands and fingers crossed, and placed them squarely on his chest, and said, " I've looked at your course materials and the associated assignments and exam papers from previous years, and all I can say is that it's all rubbish, you've wasted three years of wasted learning, you've not learned anything useful Defence Against the Dark Arts, and the teachers are constantly changing, most of them not following the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic......"

Under the podium, the students quietly exchanged glances again, not knowing what Umbridge meant.

Did she mean to say that they had been wasting their time for the first three years?

Lockhart was indeed like this that year, but in all fairness, Lupin and Sirius taught it well, it was an orthodox Defence Against the Dark Arts, and the fake Moody also gave them a glimpse of what the real Dark Arts was, and as for the first half of this year, the lessons that the real Moody took after he came back let them know that it was the Aurors.

Everyone feels that they have improved a lot, and is it a bit too much to say that they haven't learned anything, and that the homework and exam papers they teach are rubbish?

Besides, there is also Evan in their class, who is now recognized as the strongest young wizard at Hogwarts.

Unlike these people who became a little angry because of Umbridge's words, Evan didn't feel anything, he wasn't Harry, and he wouldn't recklessly jump out of class to fight Umbridge, obviously giving the other party an excuse and a chance to punish him.

At least on the bright side, everyone has to follow the rules.

Umbridge was their Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, a Hogwarts watcher sent by the Ministry of Magic, and couldn't go head-to-head with her, and she wasn't ready to tear her face, but in secret.......

Evan sniffed and made a good student expression of paying attention, he felt that he was getting darker and darker!