Ning An stood alone in the empty corridor on the fourth floor, when he passed by the Charms classroom, he could still hear Professor Flitwick, the sound of chanting spells, today's teaching content seemed to be a floating charm, Ning An smiled lightly, turned the corner, and came to the other side of the corridor.

The raindrops outside the window turned into particles of water and bloomed on the glass, splashing and then being covered by the rain that followed, and finally the whole window was soaked, and the rain turned into a waterfall and flowed down in layers.

Bypassing the armor corridor next to the prize showroom, Ning An finally stood at the door of Umbridge's office, he knocked on the door, only to hear a sweet voice shouting, "Come in." ”

Ning An slowly pushed open the door and walked in, and as soon as he entered the door, he was so full of pink that he almost couldn't open his eyes.

Everything in the room was covered with lace covers and tablecloths, pink wallpaper plastered all over the room, and several vases filled with dried flowers, each on a separate small cushion, and a set of decorative plates hung on one wall, each with a large, brightly colored cat, each wearing a different bow around its neck, which gave an indescribable feeling of disgust.

Ning An glanced at it and couldn't wait to retract his gaze, it was simply worse than letting him look at the decomposing corpse.

"Ah...... Good morning, Principal Ning'an...... This...... It's a rare ......" Umbridge was dressed in a pink printed robe that blended in with the tablecloth on the desk behind her, and she hurriedly stood up, grinning so fleshy that she had just swallowed a fly that was so delicious.

"Are you here today for something?" Umbridge dragged out a soft straight-backed chair and placed it on the small table with lace, which seemed to be for Ning An to sit on, and looked at Ning An with his head tilted slightly, still with a sensual smile on his face.

"I'm here to talk to you about something, Professor Umbridge." Ning An tidied up his clothes slightly, forcibly looked away from all the disgusting "cute" things in this room, and reluctantly looked at the table in front of him with a few parchments and said:

"Regarding Durmstrang students' questions about your Defence Against the Dark Arts class, my students don't think they can learn anything useful, so they probably won't go to your class anymore, Durmstrang students will use Durmstrang methods-"

Umbridge's flabby face seemed to tense, she glared at Ning An, and did not speak, her pale broad face showed a fake smile, the corners of her mouth twisted slightly, and she said in a sweet, little girl-like voice:

"I don't quite understand, what do you mean...... Student ...... at Durmstrand Won't come to my class again, will you...... But that's the Ministry of Magic's lesson plan......"

"No, no, we don't care about the British Ministry of Magic's curriculum." Ning An waved his hand a little irritably, and said unceremoniously: "We are just here to exchange and study for a semester, and when the students feel that they can't learn useful knowledge at Hogwarts, we have to follow the tradition of Durmstrang and adopt some methods." ”

Umbridge circled around Ning An, and then sat down in an armchair covered with calico, she gasped, the flesh on her face seemed to tremble, she glanced at Ning An, and saw that Ning An was also looking at herself, so her eyes unconsciously looked away.

This next year and Harry? Potter is about the same age as a wizard, but it always makes her feel like she is facing Dumbledore, no, this guy is much more difficult to deal with than Dumbledore, Umbridge knows this very well, as the deputy head of the Ministry of Magic/Zhang, she has been by Fudge's side for a long time, and she knows Ning'an's power far better than ordinary wizards.

The Norwegian Ministry of Magic has been saying good things about him, and I heard that since he became the principal of Durmstrang, a large sum of money has been donated to the Ministry of Magic. Lee was full of praise for this, and Durmstrang's admissions reform also solved the conflicts between the local Sámi and traditional wizards, at least allowing the Ministry of Magic to be idle.

The German Ministry of Magic/zhang also has a close personal relationship with the young principal, it is said that Ning An had been in Germany for a long time, not only the Ministry of Magic/zhang, but several long-established magic families in Germany, it seems that there are shadows behind him, and Umbridge can even recall a few in his mind at this moment: Hohenzollern, Ludwig, Schoen......

"Ah, this thing...... I think I should have asked Headmaster Dumbledore first......" Umbridge said in her sweetest voice, "after all, he is the Headmaster, and he is the one who decides to communicate with you......"

"Of course I'll talk to Dumbledore, this time I'm just here to inform you that there's a good chance my students won't be in your class from today, and I hope you don't use this as an excuse to punish them, that's all."

Ning An said with a rare arrogant attitude, it was really the atmosphere of this room that made him very annoying, staying here seemed to be covered with sharp and thin burrs, which would make him want to scratch uncontrollably, but even if he scratched, it would not be better, it would only be more uncomfortable, he just wanted to end this conversation quickly, and even began to regret that he should not come to Umbridge.

Umbridge was angry, she was breathing heavily, she wanted to pace back and forth but couldn't take a step, she could only nervously shift her weight from one foot to the other, her eyes staring at Ning An, and the eyes of the two met.

The expression on Ning An's face was unfathomable, and he looked at Umbridge without fear and even with a little annoyance, which made Dolores? Professor Umbridge was even more annoyed, as the Deputy Department of Magic/Zhang, no one had ever dared to look at her in such an eye.

"I'm done talking, excuse me, Professor Umbridge." Ning An lazily waited for Umbridge's reply, and as he spoke, he turned around and walked out the door.

Umbridge was like an inflated toad, her neck was round and swollen, and she opened her mouth to call Ning An, but her voice suddenly became smaller when it reached her throat

"Good...... Very good...... Principal Ning An...... I remember......" She gasped slightly, her voice sweet and greasy.

Ning An didn't care, closed the door heavily, stood in the cold corridor for a while, listened to the continuous rain outside the window, as if he had finally recovered from the disgusting room shock just now, and walked slowly upstairs.

The weather at Hogwarts was so gloomy and gloomy, sometimes it rained lightly, but it was always not fun, and after a few days of rain, there would be a brief period of cloudy days, and so on until the end of September, which was not only cloudy, but even windy.

The fifth-graders discover that the Durmstrang exchange students who had been curious about Professor Umbridge's Defence Against the Dark Arts course are all gone, and they seem to have collectively abandoned the course, and soon news comes that Durmstrang's principal, Ning An, is teaching Durmstrang students a Defence Against the Dark Arts course in an abandoned classroom on the fifth floor.

"I don't know if I want to go, Hermione—" Ron sulked as he put away his bag, Professor Sinista's astronomy homework had been giving him a splitting headache lately, and the question of who was Jupiter's largest moon between Ganymede and Callisto, and which moon had volcanoes, had taken too much of his energy.

"I mean, of course I don't like Umbridge's class, but ......" Ron walked out of the North Tower with Hermione, and Professor Trelawney had said something strange during the divination class, and she even predicted Professor Umbridge's danger, which was probably the only thing that entertained Ron in the whole class.

One can imagine the expression of Umbridge, the new High Inquisitor, who oversees all Hogwarts classes in the name of the Ministry of Magic.

"But if Ning An came to teach, I might ......"

"Do you think Ning An is not good enough to teach this subject? Please, don't let bias affect your judgment, okay? Hermione's eyes widened and she said angrily.

"Yes, I'm just prejudiced against him, have you really forgotten what kind of person he used to be?" Ron stopped, and suddenly yelled in the hallway, and the students who passed by looked in this direction.

"I know......" Hermione lowered her voice, "I know those things caused misunderstandings, but he's completely different now, haven't you seen the newspaper reports, he's reformed Durmstrang, he's done a lot of good things, and most importantly - he can definitely teach you something different from Umbridge." ”

Hermione looked around and saw someone looking over, so she quickened her voice: "Anyway, if you really don't want to come, then forget it, I can't convince you, then you just rot in Umbridge's class, waste a semester, and you can't learn anything." ”

After saying that, Hermione turned around and left, she gradually got tired of the various prejudices of the people around her against Ning An, what he was born in Slytherin, what he had been expelled from school, such things will always be mentioned over and over again, people just can't look at things with new eyes, and always hold on to the old point of view.

"Antique." Hermione muttered.

In Gryffindor's common room, the fireplace was burning quietly, and on a cold and windy day, the lounge was warmly lit by the fire, Fred and George were playing a game of butterbeer bottle toss, and Harry was greeting him when he slipped through the portrait entrance

"Hey, Harry—"

Harry ignored it, he just glanced tiredly, too tired to make any expressions, and just turned sullenly and walked in the direction of his bedroom, pushing open the door, leaving the noisy common room behind.

"You should go find some white fresh, this herb can heal wounds, you are a wizard, don't you even know this basic herbal knowledge?"

Harry slumped onto the soft bed, and Poole slipped out of his pocket, skirted the boy's tired body, curled up under the pillows beside the four-poster bed, poked out the snake's head, and stared at him.

Rolling over tiredly, Harry only vaguely heard Poole mention some herbs, he was too tired to concentrate on this kind of thing, the first month back at Hogwarts was terrible, everything was disrupted, he couldn't even tell if it was day or night.

In the recent lockdown, Harry had been rewarded for his prank on Umbridge at the opening party, or so he thought, the back of his hand was still burning with sharp pain, and a few words deep into his flesh were striking and vivid, blood-red: I can't lie.

"I'm curious why don't you just give her a spell, shouldn't wizards use magic to solve these things, I've heard there's a spell-"

"I'd only be crazy to blatantly do anything to a Hogwarts professor." Harry said absentmindedly, "Even if he's Umbridge, I can't...... Can't do that...... There will be no other fate than being expelled......"

Harry lay in bed/shang, feeling weak and powerless, Umbridge had to be locked up for one night almost every other night for a month, and the only thing he had to do during the confinement was to use the enchanted quill pen and write on parchment: I can't lie.

The ink of writing was his own blood, and every time he wrote, a wound appeared on the back of his right hand, which kept healing and then cracking, and blood flowed out to become the ink for writing, and Umbridge was torturing him with a sharp black quill, and Harry knew this.

At the same time, the nightmares of every night, the pain of the scars, and the irrepressible anxiety that swelled up from time to time, and even the terrible thought of killing Umbridge kept flashing in his mind, all of which made him exhausted, he had not acted with Ron Hermione for a long time, and even in class he was listless, and today in the divination class, he excused himself from the abdominal pain to get rid of Professor Trelawney's nagging in advance.

However, before leaving the classroom, the crazy prophet professor was still saying that he felt something black from Harry...... Something extremely dangerous...... Said that Harry was haunted by a demon.

"I wish there was a demon who could help me get rid of all this." Harry sighed and lay down on the bed/hanging and muttered motionlessly.

"But if there's a demon, it's Umbridge......" he whispered to himself, slowly closing his eyes, Harry was terrified of sleep for a while, for he kept repeating the nightmare, the empty hallway, the locked door, and finally what awaited him in that door.

This scared Harry subconsciously, and every time he woke up, the scar on his forehead would be burning with pain, even more frightening than the scar on the back of his right hand.

But this time, Harry was so tired that he didn't even bother to take off his robe, curled up a few times, wrapped himself in a quilt, and fell asleep in the unoccupied bedroom.