Chapter 931: Umbridge's First Lesson

Of course, Harry wanted to be an Auror more now, and he didn't know what grades an Auror needed. ?

"I haven't figured it out yet," Ron said slowly, looking a little embarrassed, "unless, uh..."

"What?" Harry urged, everyone looking at him.

"Well, being an Auror is pretty cool," said Ron half-truthfully.

"Yeah," said Harry enthusiastically, "that's pretty cool, it's the best job ever."

"They're pretty much the elite, though," said Ron. "Have to be really good, what about you, Colin?"

"I thought it would be great to be a videographer!" said Colin, "to shoot for the Hogwarts Wizarding News."

"You're already working on it now," said Ron dismissively. "What are you going to do, Hermione?"

"I'm not sure yet, I have too many ideas," said Hermione. "In short, I want to do something of real value."

She stopped for a while and didn't finish speaking. In fact, it would be even better if she could be with Aiwen!

"It's worth being an Auror!" said Harry.

"Yes, but that's not the only thing of value," said Hermione thoughtfully. "I mean, if I could further promote the House-Elf Rights Association..."

Everyone fell silent, careful not to look her in the eyes.

Breakfast ended with this, and Harry, Hermione, and Ron went to the boring History of Magic class.

Alvin and Colin went to the third floor for Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which was Umbridge's first class at Hogwarts.

Alvin wasn't sure if Umbridge put the fourth grade on the first class on Monday because of him.

What he was sure of was that he hadn't expected anything from Umbridge's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Sure enough, when he and Colin walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Umbridge was already sitting behind the podium, wearing the fuzzy pink cardigan she had worn the night before She wore that black velvet bow like a giant fly foolishly perched on an even bigger toad.

"Hi, Alvin Mason, nice to see you again!" she said in a sweet voice.

"Hello, Professor!" Ivan said cautiously, he was not happy at all.

"Oh, hurry up and sit down, we're about to start class!" Umbridge had a smirk on his face, as if he and Ivan were very familiar and intimate, "We two will have plenty of time to communicate slowly in the future. "

Ivan sat down and saw Ginny made a face to himself.

The whole class was silent when they walked into the classroom. They still don't know what kind of person Umbridge is, and they are not sure how strict her requirements for classroom discipline are. Everything is unknown, and it is better to be careful .

"Good morning, students!" said Umbridge after the class had sat down.

"Good morning, Professor!" The answer was scattered and casual.

"Tut, tut!" said Umbridge, "that's not okay, is it? You should have learned the proper etiquette, and I want you to answer like this: Good morning, Professor Umbridge. Well, please do it again. good morning students!"

"Good morning, Professor Umbridge." Ivan opened his mouth, but did not make a sound.

"The sound is not neat enough, nor loud enough!" said Umbridge critically. "Students, please do it again."

Everyone looked at each other silently, exchanging a look of surprise and uneasiness.

From the way Umbridge looked, if everyone's greetings didn't satisfy her, they might practice a whole class.

Finally, they said it again in unison, and a few boys even shouted out.

"That's right!" Professor Umbridge said in a whiny voice. "It's not too difficult, is it? I hope that everyone can do this before every class in the future. This is the most basic respect for teachers." .Now, please put away your wand and get out your quill."

Hearing her words, many students exchanged depressed eyes again.

The command to "put away the wand" was never followed by a lesson they found interesting.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class has always focused on actual combat. They don't use wands. Are they told to use quills to deal with dark wizards?

After the whole class reluctantly put away their wands and slowly took out their quills, ink and parchment, Umbridge opened her handbag, pulled out a surprisingly short wand, and Tap hard on the blackboard.

Immediately, two lines of words appeared on the blackboard: Defense Against the Dark Arts Returns to Basic Principles.

"Students, you must have had the same doubts. The teaching of your course has been intermittent and unsystematic, hasn't it?" Professor Umbridge turned to face the whole class, crossed his hands and pointed his fingers. Put it squarely on your chest, and then said, "I have checked your course materials and related homework and test papers for the past few years. I can only say that those are all rubbish. You have wasted three years in vain. What are you doing?" None of the useful Defense Against the Dark Arts was learned, teachers were constantly changing, and most of them did not follow the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic..."

Below the podium, the students quietly exchanged glances again, not knowing what Umbridge meant.

Did she mean to say that they had been wasting their time for the past three years?

This was indeed the case for Lockhart that year, but in all fairness, Lupine and Sirius taught it well, it was the orthodox Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the fake Moody also let them see what the real Dark Arts are. As for the first half of this year , the few lessons the real Moody took after he came back, let them know that this is the Auror.

Everyone feels that they have improved a lot. Is it too much to say that they have learned nothing and that the homework and test papers taught are rubbish?

Besides, there is Ivan in their class, who is now recognized as the most powerful little wizard in Hogwarts.

Unlike those people who became a little angry because of Umbridge's words, Ivan didn't feel anything. He was not Harry, and he would not jump out recklessly in class to confront Umbridge and obviously punish him own excuses and opportunities.

At least on the bright side, everyone must abide by the rules.

Umbridge is their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, a watcher sent by the Ministry of Magic to Hogwarts, he can't confront her head-on, and it's not time to tear her face, but secretly...

Ai Wen sniffed and made a good student's expression of concentrating on listening to the lecture. He felt that his belly was getting darker and darker! 8 For more exciting novels, welcome to visit our Reading Academy