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In the days that followed, Umbridge began to stare at him as if he had gone mad. As long as he has the slightest inappropriate move, he will be caught by the other party in an instant, and then make a big fuss, and then give Gryffindor House a big deduction of points.

Harry couldn't bear these things, but when he thought of his experience of confinement a few days ago, and then thought about Gryffindor House, he could only grit his teeth and endure it, and try to make himself perfect in every way, trying not to let the other party catch his handle.

It's a pity that he is still too naïve, he did a very good job, so that the other party can hardly find fault with him, but it is in this situation that a command from the Ministry of Magic to Hogwarts makes everyone's eyes widen.

……

That morning, as soon as the owl flew off the milk jug, Hermione took a sharp breath of cold air. She unfolded the newspaper to reveal a large photograph of Dolores Umbridge.

She smiled and winked at them, with the headline: Ministry of Magic Seeks Educational Reform, Dolores Umbridge Appointed First High Investigator!

"Umbridge - 'Senior Investigator'?" Harry said with a frown, half-eaten slices of bread slipping from his fingers, "What does that mean?" ”

Hermione read aloud, "In an improvised operation last night, the Ministry of Magic passed a new decree that gave it unprecedented control over Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For some time now, the Minister has become increasingly uneasy about the current state of Hogwarts. Percy Weasley, assistant to the secretary, said, "He took action after listening to the concerns of parents who felt that the school seemed to be moving in a direction that they strongly 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 30, 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 teacher at Hogwarts," Weasley said last night, "Dumbledore couldn't find anyone, and the Minister assigned Umbridge, and needless to say, she was an instant success—"

"What did she do right away?" Harry exclaimed.

"Wait, it's not over yet." Hermione said with a straight face.

- An immediate success, a breakthrough in Defence Against the Dark Arts class, and a timely on-the-spot feedback to the Minister on the real state of Hogwarts. The most recent temporary operation came into effect with the passage of the Ministry of Magic's Education Order XXIII, which created the new position of Senior Inquisitor at Hogwarts.

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

These new measures by the Ministry of Magic have received enthusiastic support from the parents of Hogwarts students.

'Now that I know that Dumbledore will be judged fairly and objectively, I feel much more at ease. 'Forty-one-year-old Mr. Lucius Malfoy said last night at his Wiltshire mansion, 'Many of us who care about the vital interests of our children have been concerned about Dumbledore's strange decisions for several years, and it is gratifying to know that the Ministry of Magic is keeping a close eye on the situation. Those bizarre decisions undoubtedly included the appointment of controversial faculty members, which has already been commented on by this newspaper, including the hiring of the werewolf Remus Lupin, the half-breed giant Rubeus Hagrid, and the fake former Auror "Mad Eye" Moody.

Of course, it is rumored that Albus Dumbledore, once president of the International Confederation of Wizards and chief wizard of the Wizengamot, is no longer able to run the prestigious Hogwarts school......"

Hermione continued to read on and on for a moment before finishing the article, then looked across the table at Harry and Ron.

"Now we finally know how we got an Umbridge! Fudge sent her to us through this 'education order'! Now Fudge has given her the power to check on other teachers! Hermione's breath was short, her eyes shining, "I can't believe it." It's outrageous! ”

"I know it's shameless." Harry said. He looked down at his right hand on the table, and saw the faint whitening marks of the words that Umbridge had forced him to carve into his skin.

But a mischievous smile bloomed on Ron's face.

"What's wrong?" Harry and Hermione asked as they glared at him.

"Oh, I can't wait to see Professor McGonagall examined," Ron said happily, "and Umbridge won't know what is going on when he gets 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......"

Professor Umbridge, however, didn't check their History of Magic class, which was still as boring as last Monday, and she wasn't in Snape's basement classroom when they arrived for two Potions classes.

Unfortunately, before they could rejoice a little, they met Umbridge.

It was in the last row of seats in the dimly lit Divination classroom, and Harry was about to pull out his dream diary when Ron poked him in the elbow. He turned his face to see Professor Umbridge emerge through the trapdoor on the floor. The students who were talking and laughing fell silent for a moment, and Professor Trelawney, who was walking around handing out the Dream Interpretation Guide, heard the voice in the classroom suddenly lower 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?" It says check the time and date of your class. ”

Professor Trelawney nodded with a straight face, looking very unhappy, turned his back to Professor Umbridge, and continued to hand out the 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 bravely 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.

Harry opened his Dream Interpretation Guide and stole his gaze at Umbridge. She was already jotting down 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. Professor Umbridge also made a few notes on his clipboard, much to Professor Trelawney's annoyance.

So, a few minutes later.

"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, "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 took a few more notes.

"You are the great-great-granddaughter of the famous 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 - if I'm wrong, you can correct it. Since Kassandra, you are the first person in your family to have second sight? ”

"These things are often passed on from generation to generation to generation, well, to 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.

Professor Trelawney tensed, unable to believe his ears. "I don't understand what you mean."

She said, shudderingly grasping at the shawl around her skinny neck.

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

Most of the students in the classroom stared blankly at Professor Trelawney, who was straightened up, and the beads and bracelets were ringing.

"Tianmu will not be ordered to watch!" She said in an indignant tone.

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

"I-but-but-...... Wait a minute! "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 you...... Ah, I felt something...... Something black...... Some kind of 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......

Umbridge was gone, it was the first time that Gryffindor students had encountered Umbridge's supervised class, and to be honest, they didn't think it was a big deal. Umbridge was a real nuisance, but Professor Trelawney was no better, and the two were fighting more in jokes until Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

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

Professor Umbridge ordered everyone to be quiet. The classroom fell silent.

"Put away your wand." With a smile on her face, she told everyone that the students who had taken out their wands with a glimmer of hope 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. ”

The class flipped to page 19 and let out a distinct sigh. At that moment, Hermione suddenly raised her hand.

Professor Umbridge noticed, and she seemed to have a plan for what might happen. Instead of pretending not to see Hermione, she stood up and walked around the front desk, standing face to face with Hermione, then bent down to keep her voice down so that the class could not hear her. "What's going on this time, Miss Granger?"

"I've already read Chapter 2." Hermione said.

"Alright, let's move on to Chapter 3."

"I've read that chapter too. I read the whole book. ”

Professor Umbridge blinked, but regained his composure almost immediately.

"Well, you should be able to tell me what Slinka had to say about the anti-evil spell in chapter 15."

"He said the word anti-evil curse was inappropriate." Hermione said without thinking, "He said that the term 'anti-curse' was actually what people used to call their curses, and they wanted to make them sound more acceptable. ”

Professor Umbridge raised an eyebrow. Obviously, she was a little surprised.

"But I don't agree." Hermione continued.

Professor Umbridge's eyebrows were raised, and his gaze was noticeably colder.

"You don't agree?"

"Yes, I don't agree." Hermione said that instead of whispering like Umbridge, she spoke in a clear, distant voice that drew the attention of the rest of the class, "Mr. Slinka doesn't like curses, does he?" But I think it's very useful when the Evil Spell is used for defense. ”

"Oh, you think so, don't you?" Professor Umbridge said, forgetting to lower his voice and standing up straight, "I'm afraid what really matters in this classroom is Mr. Slinka's point of view, not yours, Miss Granger." ”

"But—" Hermione was about to speak.

"That's enough." Professor Umbridge said. She walked to the front of the classroom and faced the class, and the joy she had at the beginning of the class was gone. "Miss Granger, I'm going to deduct five points from Gryffindor House."

Hearing this, the classroom was full of whispers. (To be continued.) )