Chapter 200 Umbridge: Whoever wants to be the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class c

"That's all nonsense. I hope you won't spread it again in the future."

"I know, Professor Umbridge, I don't believe it either."

"Well, go ahead."

Adam left Professor Umbridge's office helplessly.

After the door of the office slammed shut, Umbridge's face quickly turned ugly, and Adam's words just now rang in his ears.

"As far as I know, in the past few decades, no professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts has survived to be re-elected to the second year."

"I think these have nothing to do with the curse. After all, most of them resigned for personal reasons, such as injuries to themselves or their families. This kind of thing is inevitable."

"But in recent years, it seems that the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is indeed a bit weird. There are always people joking that it's because the mysterious man is approaching - oh, sorry professor, of course I know it's just a bad rumor."

"What? You want to know about the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in recent years?"

"In the past few years since I enrolled, Professor Quirrell, a first-year student, has never appeared again. It seems that he had an accident at the end of the year. Unexpectedly, he didn't make it to the end-of-year dinner. Who knows?"

"The second-year Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is Gilderoy Lockhart. He was imprisoned in Azkaban for stealing other people's memories and experiences and making money from them, and he didn't attend the end-of-year dinner."

"Professor Lupin in the third year...ah, Professor Umbridge, you know, he was the one who was revealed to be a werewolf and resigned at the end of the semester. Although Professor Lupin was unable to attend the end-of-year dinner due to physical reasons, at least he left Hogwarts alive. His existence fully proves that the curse is nothing but nonsense!"

"Professor Moody attended the end-of-year dinner last year. Professor Umbridge should know what happened to him, right?"

Umbridge's expression was a little distorted.

I know! She is Fudge's number one lackey, how could she not know?

Alastor Moody was attacked by Barty Crouch Jr. on his way to Hogwarts, and he didn't wake up until the end of the semester. Barty Crouch Jr., who actually taught Defense Against the Dark Arts for a whole school year, was finally taken away by a kiss from the Dementors.

The first year was an accident, the second year was a coincidence, so what about the third and fourth years?

No, she had to check the information in the Ministry of Magic!

Thinking of this, Umbridge grabbed a handful of Floo powder and threw it into the fireplace, because it was the nail that the Ministry of Magic drove into Hogwarts, and the fireplace in Umbridge's office was connected to the outside world.

After a whole day of investigation, Umbridge collapsed in the Ministry of Magic's information room.

The legend is true!

Four! Ten! Seven! Years!

For forty-seven years, every Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts would be unable to serve as the second-year Defense Against the Dark Arts professor due to various force majeure reasons within less than a year of service!

What's more terrifying is that a considerable number of them suffered life-threatening injuries in the year or the following years when they served as professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts!

The first year was an accident, the second year was a coincidence, and she just regarded the third and fourth years as coincidences.

Could it be a coincidence more than forty times? !

There is a big problem with the position of the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts!

"Miss Umbridge?!"

The data clerk was shocked by her appearance:

"Are you okay? Do you need my help to call someone..."

"No! I'm fine!"

Umbridge stood up, and the fear that had drained her strength just now gave her endless motivation at this time:

"I'm fine... Don't tell anyone about my coming here."

"Uh, okay Miss Umbridge."

The data clerk nodded. Umbridge was not checking any secret information, just a trivial matter.

Hurrying out of the data room, Umbridge decided that she must find a way to get out of this cursed position.

In terms of her position, she did agree with Minister Fudge. She firmly believed that Dumbledore was an old lunatic with a confused brain, Harry Potter was a boastful little lunatic, and the resurrection of the mysterious man was fake news.

But the problem is that now it is not only related to her position, but also to her life!

But she can't just tell Fudge directly that she wants to change her position. After all, she still has a mission. Wouldn't it be more miserable if her future is ruined?

Taking a deep breath in front of the fireplace, Umbridge cheered herself up. She has just become the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts for less than a week. There is still time. She will definitely be able to think of a proper solution!

Raising her hand and sprinkling a handful of Floo powder, Umbridge confidently stepped into the rising green flames. She still has classes to attend today.

Three days later, in the same position, Umbridge, who had nightmares for three days and three nights, climbed out of the fireplace with her hands and feet.

No! She can't attend this Defense Against the Dark Arts class for a day!

Whoever wants to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor can be the professor!

This is not a job that humans can do!

She slept for one day the first time, and three days the second time. Who knows how long she will sleep next time?

Five days? Longer? Or even... can't get up after sleeping? !

The legends are all true! The curse must be more effective after the resurrection of the You-Know-Who! How could she be the opponent of the You-Know-Who?

Umbridge straightened her messy hair and planned to go directly to the Minister of Magic, Fudge.

Of course, she couldn't tell Fudge about Voldemort's curse. That wasn't what Fudge wanted to hear. She had to think of a better reason...

Dumbledore! This must be a curse that Dumbledore cast to prevent the Ministry of Magic from influencing Hogwarts through her!

Yes, that's right, it's true that she was in a coma at Hogwarts. Not only could she get rid of the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but she might also get more help from Fudge...

Rushing into the bathroom, Umbridge quickly adjusted herself in front of the mirror and prepared her speech. She ran to the Minister's office with a pitiful look.

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"You look in a good mood?"

In the already decorated restaurant, Regulus took a sip from the goblet:

"Hmm!"

With his eyes lit up, Regulus looked at Adam curiously:

"What kind of wine is this? I've never drunk so much..."

Regulus savored it, but couldn't find a good word to describe it.

It was so amazing when it first entered my mouth, but now when I think back on it, I only remember a faint sweetness that was hard to capture, almost like an illusion.

"It's called Dream."

Adam smiled slightly and looked at the cup of ordinary-looking yellow liquid.

"Dream... The wine is as its name suggests. If it weren't for the faint aroma of wine, I would have thought it was some kind of magical potion."

Regulus couldn't help but take another sip, closing his eyes and immersing himself in the indescribable beauty.

It seems that "Dream" tastes really good.

Adam narrowed his eyes. He was able to combine the Dream card and the Gan card to create this wonderful wine, thanks to Professor Umbridge's sacrifice for his research on the Dream card in the past three days!