When Umbridge finally finished her tirade and Dumbledore got back to his feet to announce the time for Quidditch, the Great Hall erupted in louder cheers and applause than during last year's Triwizard Tournament.

Seeing this, Umbridge's face did not change much, and it was still full of smiles. This scene was seen by Stewart and others, and they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

"You're right, Anthony, this is not an easy man." Stewart whispered, and the others nodded subconsciously.

Although he seems unreliable on weekdays, only those who have been with him for a long time know that Stewart is a rough and fine person.

The big grin is a cover-up, otherwise he wouldn't be the gossip king of Ravenclaw. When it comes to attention to detail, Stewart has a sensitivity that is unimaginable.

Because of Ike's departure, Anthony and Michael moved into Stuart and Terry's dorms, and the two of them were left vacant for new students.

When I returned to the dormitory, my luggage had been put away by the hard-working house-elves, and I only needed to put it back a little and rest.

"I'm really not used to it." Lying on the bed, Stewart muttered.

"It's all the same." Anthony yawned,

"Looking at today's posture, this year's Academy Cup should not have our share."

"yes, without Ike, the first grade should be taken by Hermione." Terry sighed, too,

"Moreover, after Roger graduated, the strength of our Quidditch team was also weakened."

"Are there any great newcomers this year?"

"I haven't heard of it." Anthony replied,

"It doesn't seem to be too good."

"Sleep, sleep, don't think about this, it's too bad." Stewart muttered, tugging down on the covers and covering his head.

The others sighed when they saw this, closed their eyes, and slowly fell asleep. The next day, Hogwarts was in the midst of intense study, especially for a fifth year like them.

The strings, which have been constantly tightened by professors since the third grade, have finally reached their tightest time. In the first Potions lesson, Stewart and the others felt a noticeable change.

Snape, more cold-blooded. He seems to have evolved, and his words have become more vicious, and anyone who makes the slightest mistake will be scolded by him.

"If you continue to slack off like this, you will never get a certificate in the Potions class on the OWLS exam, that's for sure." Snape looked at the students in the classroom with cold eyes, and everyone subconsciously lowered their heads,

"You can forget the knowledge of the first grade, do you have troll feces in your head!" In just one class, five or six people cried, three broke down, and the rest looked like they were loveless.

No one can get a more pertinent assessment from Snape, and in his mouth, everyone is waste.

Dejected, they walked out of the Potions classroom, and Stewart and the others each went to their own elective classroom.

This time it was much better, but the professors' words were also full of urging and urgency, which made people nervous unconsciously.

At lunchtime, the fifth graders of each college were basically the same, eating listlessly, and walking back to the dormitory listlessly, like a walking corpse.

A few years ago, when they looked at those fifth-graders, they didn't care much about it, but when it really happened to them, they suddenly realized that compared with their predecessors, their ability to resist pressure was too weak.

The first session of the afternoon was Defence Against the Dark Arts, with Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff being the first in Year 5, and Gryffindor and Slytherin the next.

When Stewart and the others walked into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom with a blank face, Umbridge was already sitting behind the podium.

She was still wearing the same fluffy pink sweater she wore last night, with a black velvet bow on top of her head.

"I don't like pink anymore." Moratti whispered, drawing the approval of the others, even though they had already done it in the auditorium last night.

As the crowd came together, everyone fell silent, and when everyone was seated, Umbridge stood up from behind the podium.

"Good afternoon, students." She said.

"Good afternoon...... only a few people replied, and the voice was still very small.

"Tut-tut......" Umbridge had a smile on her face,

"That's not going to work, I want you to be able to reply, 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge,' a little louder, a little bit more energetic."

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge!" This time it was loud enough and neat enough that Umbridge was clearly very satisfied.

"Very good, that's right."

"Put away your wands and take out your quills." She took out a very short wand from her handbag and tapped it on the blackboard behind her, and two lines appeared: Defence Against the Dark Arts, back to basics.

"Your course has been intermittent, not systematic at all."

"For unknown reasons, teachers are constantly changing and varying in level, and many are not teaching to the standards of the curriculum approved by the Ministry of Magic, leaving you nowhere near the standard you should be for an owls exam year."

"Don't worry, though, this year we're going to be taking a carefully chosen, theoretical-focused, Ministry-approved Defence Against the Dark Arts course......" Umbridge recounted her teaching, and everyone felt like they had been drained of their souls as she read the textbook.

In a trance, they even thought they were studying the history of magic. Unlike the history of magic, Professor Binns never cared if they slept in his class.

They had never liked this kind of course that required a lot of reading, perhaps because of the habit they had developed in the history of magic class, and some of them began to doze off, and their heads were rhythmically little by little, as if they would plunge into the thick "Theory of Magical Defence" in front of them in the next second.

"Students, all be mental, don't forget that your foundation is very poor, but as long as you study according to the teaching plan I gave, I believe you will all pass the OWLS exam successfully."

"But Professor......" said Umbridge in her sweet voice, as soon as Stewart's words came out,

"Raise your hand, Mr. Akre, in my class, I want all students to raise their hands whenever they want to speak." Stewart immediately raised his right hand at the words, and Umbridge was visibly satisfied.

"Mr. Akley, do you have any questions?"

"Professor, I don't understand, why do we read textbooks? If it was to pass the OWLS exam, I think there was a practical section, and reading books didn't give us the ability to solve those dangers. ”

"You're not going to be in danger." Umbridge replied with a smile,

"Especially in my classroom."

"But ......"

"Raise your hand! Mr. Akle! Stewart raised his hand a little reluctantly, but Umbridge didn't let him continue.

"Our latest learning program has been carefully designed by wizards from the Ministry of Magic who are much older and smarter than you, and you will learn the defense spell in a safe and risk-free way......

"Professor......" Stewart held his hand high, but Umbridge didn't look at him and turned his head to the other side.

However, there are also many raised hands on that end.

"What's your name, miss?" Umbridge seemed a little helpless, and casually called for someone.

"Mandy Bloch."

"All right, Miss Bloch, what questions do you have?"

"Like Stewart just said, there is a practical part to the OWLS exam, and if we face an attack, there must be a danger ......"

"That's it!" Umbridge raised his voice and silenced Mandy's voice.

"I hate to criticize the way this school teaches, but it's clear that none of your previous professors are competent......" she laughed, in that sweet, greasy voice that made people feel extremely harsh,

"Especially with the dangerous half-human, half-beast in it...... Hearing this, everyone expressed their protests, but Umbridge didn't care at all, but raised his voice again, which was a little harsh.

"Dark wizards, liars, werewolves, and my ex, like you showed off those horrible magic in the first class of school, and turned out to be a notorious dark wizard afterwards?"

"I don't mean to criticize the school's mistakes in the selection of teachers, but it's clear that you've never met a truly competent professor."

"And at the end of the day, it's the point of this magic school to have students pass exams, and learning theoretical knowledge will help you pass exams better, which is what the Ministry of Magic thinks." The smile on Umbridge's face was even greater, but everyone felt that she was far more terrifying than Snape.

"You're from Ravenclaw College, right?" Suddenly, Umbridge changed the subject, and after receiving an affirmative answer, she said,

"As you all know, during the summer vacation, a young name was added to the Ministry of Magic's wanted list."

"Ike Strider is a genius, a brilliant young wizard, but what he does is not so smart."

"And, obviously, he's been so rude to you......" Umbridge's voice narrowed, and the eaglets unconsciously leaned back to keep their backs pressed against the back of their chairs under the gaze of her big eyes.

This scene obviously made her very happy.

"Of course, you don't have to worry, I'll eliminate those bad influences and get this school back to normal."

"To do this, the first thing you have to do is listen to me and follow the study plan established by the Ministry of Magic."

"So, open the textbook and continue to read the first chapter of the basic theory ...... silently," she said, clapping her hands and smiling brighter.

"Begin, gentlemen, ladies!"