"Why?" Harry asked angrily. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Don't get involved!" Hermione whispered to him anxiously.

"Because I disrupt my classroom discipline with meaningless interruptions." Professor Umbridge said fluently, "I teach here in a way that is approved by the Ministry of Magic, and does not include encouraging students to express their opinions on things they don't quite understand. The teachers who taught you this subject in the past may have given you more freedom, but none of them were able to pass the Ministry of Magic's investigation - with the possible exception of Professor Quirrell, who at least he seems to only teach content that is appropriate for your age-"

"yes, Quirrell is such a great teacher," Harry exclaimed, "only a small fly in the ointment that he had Voldemort glued to the back of his head. ”

As soon as he said that, there was silence in the classroom, which Harry had never heard before.

And then--

"I think another week of confinement will help you a little, Mr. Potter." Umbridge said sleekly.

As a result, the original wound on the back of Harry's hand had not fully healed, and the next morning it was bleeding again. He didn't scream in pain during the night confinement, and he was determined not to make Umbridge feel proud. He wrote "I can't lie" over and over again, not letting a single sound slip out of his lips, though the wound was carved deeper with each stroke.

As George predicted, the worst consequence of the second week of confinement was Angelina's reaction. On Tuesday morning, Harry had just arrived at the Gryffindor table to get ready for breakfast, when she stopped him and threw a tantrum at him, shouting so loudly that Professor McGonagall left the staff desk and hurried towards them.

"Miss Johnson, how dare you make such a noise in the auditorium! Gryffindor deducts five points! ”

"But the professor - he made himself locked up again - "

"What's going on, Potter?" Professor McGonagall turned to Harry and asked sternly, "Confinement?" Who keeps you in confinement? ”

"Professor Umbridge." Harry whispered, not daring to look at Professor McGonagall's sharp eyes behind his square-rimmed glasses.

"Do you mean," she lowered her voice to the curious Ravenclaws behind them, "that you've lost your temper in Professor Umbridge's class after I warned you last Monday?" ”

"Yes." Harry whispered to the floor.

"Potter, you must control yourself! You're going to be in big trouble! Gryffindor deducted five more points! ”

"But-what-? Professor, no! Harry was annoyed by the unfair treatment and said, "I've already been punished by her, why do you have to deduct points?" ”

"Because confinement doesn't seem to be working for you!" Professor McGonagall said scathingly, "Alright, don't complain a word again, Potter!" As for you, Miss Johnson, you must only shout at the Quidditch pitch in the future, or you risk losing your captaincy! ”

Professor McGonagall strode back to the faculty desk. Angelina glared at Harry angrily and walked away with his head held high, Harry sitting on the bench next to Ron, angry.

"She deducted Gryffindor's points because the back of my hand was cut open every night! Is that fair, fair? ”

"I know, buddy," Ron said sympathetically, pouring the bacon onto Harry's plate, "there's something wrong with her." ”

Hermione, however, just flipped through her Daily Prophet and said nothing.

"You think McGonagall did the right thing, don't you?" Harry said angrily to the picture of Cornelius Fudge covering Hermione's face.

"I hope she didn't deduct points from you, but I think she was right to remind you not to lose your temper with Umbridge." Hermione's voice was talking, but it was Fudge gesturing viciously on the front page of the newspaper, obviously he was making something.

Harry hadn't spoken to Hermione during the entire Charms class, but when they walked into the Transfiguration classroom, he had forgotten about being angry with her. Professor Umbridge sat in a corner with her clipboard. As soon as Harry saw her, he left the unhappiness of his breakfast behind him.

"Great," Ron whispered as they sat down in their usual seats, "let's see how Umbridge does what she does." ”

Professor McGonagall strode into the room, and from the look on her face, she didn't seem to be aware of Professor Umbridge's existence.

"All right," she said, and the classroom fell silent at once, "Mr. Finigan, please come and send your homework—Miss Brown, please take this box of rats—don't be so stupid, girl, they won't bite you—give one to each student—"

"Ahem, ahem." Professor Umbridge's cough was the stupid cough she had used to interrupt Dumbledore on her first night of school. Professor McGonagall pretended not to hear. Seamus returned Harry's papers to him. Harry didn't look at him, took the paper, and was relieved to see that he had finally gotten an "A".

"Alright, students, please listen carefully - Dean Thomas, if you toss that mouse like that again, I'll lock you up - now most of the students can recite the vanishing spell to make the snail disappear without any problems, even those who still have a little snail shell left have mastered the gist of the spell. Today, we're going to—"

"Ahem, ahem." Professor Umbridge coughed.

"How?" Professor McGonagall turned, her eyebrows coming together in what seemed to form a long, intimidating straight line.

"Professor, I just want to know if you have received my note informing you of the date and time of the investigation into your class-"

"I obviously got it, or I'd have asked you what you're doing in my classroom." Professor McGonagall said decisively, turning her back to Professor Umbridge again. Many students exchanged joyful glances. "As I said earlier: today, we're going to practice the more difficult Mouse Vanishing Charm. Okay, here, the Vanishing Charm—"

"Ahem, ahem."

"I don't understand," Professor McGonagall said, turning to Professor Umbridge with a cold and angry voice, "how can you understand my usual teaching methods if you keep interrupting me?" You know, I don't usually allow others to speak when I speak. ”

Professor Umbridge looked like he had been slapped in the face. She didn't speak, but straightened the parchment on the clipboard, and scribbled in annoyance.

Professor McGonagall looked indifferent and said to the class again:

"As I said, the vanishing spell is becoming more and more difficult to master as the animals that need to disappear become more and more complex. A snail is an invertebrate and is not very challenging, whereas a mouse is a mammal and is much more demanding. It's not kind of magic that you can do with dinner in mind. All right - you already know the spell, let me see how you do......"

"She also taught me not to lose my temper with Umbridge!" Harry whispered to Ron, but with a mischievous smile on his face—his resentment against Professor McGonagall vanished.

Professor Umbridge didn't follow Professor McGonagall around the room as she did in Professor Trelawney's class, perhaps realizing that Professor McGonagall wouldn't allow it. She just sat in the corner and jotted down on the clipboard, and when Professor McGonagall finally told the class to pack up and get out of class, she stood up with a frightening face.

"Hey, here we go." Ron said as he picked up a long, writhing rat's tail and threw it into the box that Lavender had passed over.

As the students walked out of the classroom, Harry saw Professor Umbridge walking toward the podium. He stabbed Ron, and Ron stabbed Hermione, and the three of them deliberately left behind to eavesdrop.

"How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?" Professor Umbridge asked.

"By December of this year, it will be thirty-nine years old." Professor McGonagall replied stiffly, shutting the bag with a thud.

Professor Umbridge took a few notes.

"Very well," she said, "you will receive the results of your investigation within ten days." ”

"I can't wait." Professor McGonagall said in a tone of extreme nonchalance, and strode towards the door, "Hurry up, you three. She said, nudging Harry, Ron, and Hermione forward.

Harry couldn't help but smile faintly at her, and was sure Professor McGonagall smiled at him as well.

He thought he wouldn't see Umbridge again until the night was in confinement, but he was wrong. As they walked down the meadow to the Magical Creature Protection class, they found her holding her clipboard standing next to Professor Grapeland waiting for them.

"You don't usually teach this class, do you?" She asked as the students kept walking into the classroom. At this time, the students came to the long shelf table, and the pile of captured tree guards was snatching and eating the turtles, like countless living branches.

"Quite right," said Professor Graplan, with his hands behind his back, tiptoeing up and forth, "I'm a substitute teacher, temporarily replacing Professor Hagrid." ”

Harry exchanged uneasy glances with Ron and Hermione. Malfoy whispers to Crabbe and Goyle. He must have been eager to use this opportunity to spread gossip about Hagrid to a Ministry of Magic official.

"Hmm," Professor Umbridge lowered his voice, but Harry could still hear her clearly, "I don't understand—the Headmaster seems strangely reluctant to provide me with any information about this—can you tell me what is the reason why Professor Hagrid has not been able to come to class for so long?" ”

Harry saw Malfoy look up eagerly.

"I'm afraid not," Professor Umbridge said in a brisk tone, "I don't know more than you do." I only received a letter from Dumbledore from an owl asking if I would like to teach for two weeks. I accepted. That's all I know. All right...... Can I start? ”

"Okay, please get started." Professor Umbridge said, brushing on the board.

Umbridge took a different approach to the lesson, walking among her classmates and asking them about magical creatures. Most of his classmates were able to answer well, and Harry was in a slightly better mood. At least the class didn't disgrace Hagrid at a critical time.

"In general," Professor Umbridge returned to Professor Grapeland after a lengthy cross-examination of Dean Thomas, "you, as a temporary substitute teacher—I think you might say, you are an objective outsider. What do you think of Hogwarts? Do you feel like you're getting enough support from the school's administrators? ”

"Oh yes, Dumbledore is brilliant," said Professor Graplan, heartily, "and I am very pleased with the way it is run here, very much indeed. ”

Umbridge didn't really have much to do about such temporary teachers, and she didn't seem to be willing to toss them, so she focused on Hagrid.

Umbridge looked skeptical but polite, jotted down a clipboard and continued, "What do you plan to teach this class this school year - assuming Professor Hagrid doesn't come back, of course?" ”

"Oh, I'm going to teach them all the animals that come up in 0.w.ls exams," said Professor Graplan, "and there's not much left of them - they've learned unicorns and sniffing, and I think we're going to learn Pomrock and cats to make sure they can recognize quacks and thorns." ”

"Well, at least you seem to know what you're doing." Professor Umbridge said that it was clear that there was a tick in the clipboard. Harry didn't like her emphasis on the word "you", and he didn't like her to ask Goyle again, "By the way, I heard that a classmate was injured in this class?" ”

Goyle grinned stupidly. Malfoy scrambled to answer.

"It's me," he said, "I've been scratched by a Hippogriff." ”

"Hippogriff?" Professor Umbridge said, writing quickly on the paper.

"That's just because he's too stupid to listen to Hagrid." Harry said angrily.

Both Ron and Hermione sighed. Professor Umbridge slowly turned his head to Harry's side.

"I think I'll lock you up for another night." She said gently, "Well, thank you very much, Professor Graplan, I don't think I need anything else." You will receive the results of your investigation within 10 days. ”

"Excellent." Professor Grapeland said that Professor Umbridge walked across the meadow towards the castle with his legs drawn.

Harry's eyes spurted with anger in the back, as opposed to the triumphant gazes of the Slytherins, led by Malfoy.

But these things were just appetizers, because none of them expected that just a few days later, an incredible Education Order No. 24 was published. The order required all student organizations, societies and assemblies to be dissolved and then petitioned to Umbridge for reorganization, and those who did not obtain consent were considered illegal and could be forcibly expelled if caught.

If that wasn't enough to make the students feel threatened, the expulsion of Professor Trelawney immediately afterwards made the students truly realize how terrible Umbridge is. (To be continued.) )