"I'm a fourth- and fifth-year professor in charge of this course, a member of the Rapid Response Security Forces Special Operations Team of the Red Umbrella Division of Umbrella Corporation, and a part-time school doctor, and I think a lot of people have seen me at the school doctor when they were injured. "My name is Michela Heinzvafen, and I will be your assistant teacher for this time." ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am the professor in charge of the first, second, and third year students of this course, and a member of the Rapid Response Security Force Special Operations Team of the Red Umbrella Division of the Umbrella Corporation!" the fat man stood straight and said in a loud voice, "My name is Otto Skorzny!

"These professors, who have been trained by both the Aurors and the Umbrella, are your best teaching assistants!" Penelope shouted with his hands on his hips, "If you have anything you don't understand about discipline, you can ask us, and we will tell you cordially!" Penelope's eyes were on the audience, either leaning back in chairs, or leaning over on the table with their chins bent, or several people close together... The wizards who sat in different postures and looked very casual swept over, her hand slammed on the table, and her volume suddenly increased, "Today we will start with the change of classroom discipline, and now, all of you, please sit upright, raise your head and chest and back, put your feet flat, and put your hands behind your back." ”

The atmosphere in the class froze for a moment, and the startled wizards sat down as Penelope had requested.

Penelope's gaze lingered on the sitting students for a moment, and then he commanded solemnly: "Keep your chests and heads high, all of you stand upright, stand up straight, head straight, neck straight, mouth closed, jaw slightly tucked, eyes straight forward......"

Whether he understood the situation in front of him or not, Penelope's former might still caused all the wizards to get up from their chairs, although their speed was not consistent, and the sound of moving chairs and footsteps was very chaotic.

Scattered and scattered, the wizards rose from their seats, but they had never been trained in this area, and they stood relatively casually, and few of them met Penelope's request—except for the weird Gryffindor in the Slytherins, where Laura Rozier was standing next to Pansy, her back straight, her tall brown ponytail dangling from the back of her head, apparently trained in a similar way by her mother, Mother Wolf.

But for most young wizards, this sudden request felt too strange to them... Regardless of what the wizards thought in their hearts, they gradually did what Penelope asked.

Ron couldn't let go, he wanted to stand up straight but wanted to be more natural, he felt awkward, his eyes peeked at Harry who was standing up straight. Harry looked at the empty blackboard in front of him, pretending that he didn't feel Ron's gaze beside him, and he felt a little hot on his face, but out of his yearning for the Auror profession, he still tried to stand up as straight as possible.

But Penelope wasn't satisfied with that, she began to repeat the commands, telling the young wizards to stand and sit down, stand up and sit down, and repeat the movements over and over again.

Draco began to restlessly move his legs under the table every time he sat down, and like many of his classmates, he wondered what was the benefit of this mechanical repetition. It's just that because of Penelo's power and her intimate relationship with Alan, he doesn't have the courage to question and resist.

Seeing these messy and twisted movements, Penelope turned around and gave the doctor and the fat man a look.

The doctor and the fat man stepped out from behind Penelope, and as they passed by the students who were not sitting properly, they would use their wands to help them find the correct sitting position.

"So you can be an Auror? this is a deliberate attempt to torment us, right?" Ron had corrected three times, his eyes glancing at Harry beside him, his lips moving slightly, and muttering.

"Mr. Ron Weasley, speaking without permission violated classroom discipline, and Gryffindor deducted five points. Penelope's cold gaze fell on Ron, her hand resting on the podium, her tone unquestionable, "In the future, everyone will have to add the word 'report' in front of them in addition to raising their hands before speaking." ”

The young wizards who were asked to hold their heads high only dared to exchange their eyes for frustration and dissatisfaction, and the classroom was frighteningly quiet, captured by Penelope's staring momentum, no one dared to make a noise at this time, everyone knew that the female Auror in front of her was not a good talkative character, and her bloody methods in the process of capturing criminals and Death Eaters had long been spread throughout the wizarding world.

"Looks like you need me to start from scratch. Penelope said with some disgust, she kept clapping her left hand with a wave of her wand in her right hand, "Now, everyone stands up and introduces themselves, their names, their colleges, their origins... One last word of caution, remember to say 'report'. ”

Hermione frowned below and watched Penelope do whatever she wanted in this class, she was pretty sure that Alan didn't know about it, because it was Owen's private arrangement- Owen didn't approve of Grindelwald coming to Hogwarts and also teaching as Deputy Headmaster, but he didn't like to oppose Allen, so he turned to Penelope in front of Hermione, saying that he hoped she could help Harris so that these students could be loyal to Harris before entering the university, and Penelope immediately decided to bring into the classroom the things she used to build the Red Umbrella Division's armed forces, modeled after the Muggle World Military Academy.

Penelope raised his wand and pointed straight at the first wizard on his left, Neville Longbottom, "Start with you." ”

Neville was frightened there, his eyes were full of terror, his lips moving but his voice was very small: "Report... Report, I'm Neville Longbottom, Gryffind..."

"It's boring. The fat man yelled.

"I can't hear it at all, louder. The doctor then shouted.

The loud shouts from the two assistant coaches scared Neville into shaking at once, and Penelope gave Neville an order.

"Do it all over again!"

Neville's face turned pink after being magically blasted in his ears by several professors, and he seemed to be on the verge of crying.

"So quietly, Neville Longbottom, I heard your parents were Aurors?" said the fat man deliberately continued to squeeze loudly.

"Yes......" Neville hissed loudly, his eyes reddened, "Report! I'm Neville Longbottom, Gryffindor House!

"Okay, next. Penelope ignored the trills in Neville's words and looked at Harry Potter, who was next to Neville.

"Report!Harry Potter, Gryffindor House!!Half-blood!" Harry shouted loudly with all his strength as he knew the standard after seeing Neville's situation, his throat pulling and his eyes staring at the blackboard in front of him.

"Good!" Penelope glared at Harry with round eyes, "Spirited, next!"

"Ron Weasley, Gryffindor, pureblood. Ron's voice was clear, but it wasn't as loud as Harry because he felt a little embarrassed.

"Can't hear clearly, can't hear, the voice is too small......" the fat man scolded again.

"You still want to be an Auror so quietly?!" the doctor shouted, "Do it again!"

Ron's face flushed, and he found himself in an even more awkward position.

The fat man looked at the frightened students in front of him and wanted to laugh, but because Penelope and the doctor were present, he could only bite the tip of his tongue to stop laughing, and then shouted, "Don't look away from the others!"

"You also forgot to say the report. The doctor reprimanded coldly, "Why, didn't you hear?"

"In my class, our professor says that if you can't hear, you can't hear!" Penelope said as she took a step forward to reinforce her presence, and she refocused her gaze on Ron, "Do it again!"

Ron had to take a heavy breath, learning Harry's posture just now, turning his inner dissatisfaction and anger at this inexplicable teaching method into his voice, and roared loudly again.

"Report! I'm Ron Weasley! Gryffindor House!