Chapter 348 Umbridge (Part 1)

"I don't want to do it again."

Mike still had that scary expressionless look on his face. Anyone could tell that Mike was furious at this moment, and the eyes of the little boy next to Zhou Hong had already started to turn red.

But Zhou Hong was still arrogant and said with a pinched neck:

"I said it's okay!"

"Okay, Mike." Hermione advised from the side, "Let him heal his injury first, and we will talk about other things when he recovers."

Mike glanced at Hermione and said nothing. On the contrary, he slowly lowered his gaze to the little boy next to Zhou Hong.

"You are...Colin's brother, right?"

The boy was still covering his mouth with both hands, looking at Mike in horror and nodding wildly.

"So, could you please tell me how the injury on the back of Zhou Hong's hand came about?"

As soon as he said this, Zhou Hong's expression changed and he began to wink at him desperately.

However, Colin's younger brother, the little boy named Dennis, seemed to be scared to death by Mike. After Mike asked the question, he said without hesitation:

"It's Umbridge, the old witch!"

"Oh? How do you say this?" Mike's eyes narrowed, which made him look more dangerous.

"Okay! Okay! Let me tell you! I made a little mistake in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, so I was punished by Umbridge." Zhou Hong first explained to Mike, and then became furious. Yelled at Dennis, "You're not a friend enough!"

Being yelled at by Zhou Hong, Dennis seemed angry. He stared at Zhou Hong and replied:

"What do you mean you made a mistake? It seems to me that the old witch is just retaliating against you for laughing too loudly during her speech yesterday!"

Afterwards, the two quarreled, and Hermione took the opportunity to take the fresh white wine from Zhou Hong's hand and began to help him apply medicine.

Ron and Harry looked at each other, both with an ominous premonition.

You must know that the two of them laughed less than Zhou Hong in yesterday's speech. If it is true as Dennis said, their new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is taking revenge on those who dared to laugh out loud during her speech. , then the two of them...

The quarrel between Zhou Hong and Dennis soon ended with Zhou Hong's victory, and then Zhou Hong looked at Mike with some tangle, who was bowing his head in thought.

"Hey, Mike." Zhou Hong called Mike softly, until the latter raised his head and looked at him before continuing, "Don't tell Benjamin about this, okay?"

"Why?"

"If he knew, he would definitely do something stupid!"

Looking at the excited Zhou Hong, Mike didn't say anything, just touched his head and left without saying a word.

Seeing this, Zhou Hong cursed something in Chinese again, and then complained to Dennis:

"Damn it, I knew it would be like this! Dennis, it's all your fault! As my friend, you dared to betray me!"

"Can you blame me? Didn't you see? How scary Senior Townley was just now! I dare not disobey his orders!" Dennis muttered in a low voice, "It was already mentioned in the newspaper, he is..."

"Shut up! Dennis!" Zhou Hong pounced on Dennis, "I have told you so many times, the newspapers are all fake!"

The two started quarreling again, and while Zhou Hong and Dennis were still arguing, Mike had already arrived at a remote and uninhabited corner.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp snap of his fingers, Shuke, wearing a pocket-sized tuxedo, appeared behind Mike, half-kneeling.

"I want to know everything about Dolores Umbridge."

"As you wish, my master!"

Shuke lowered his head in awe and disappeared.

"Anyone who dares to hurt me, haha!"

Mike murmured to himself, his expression becoming more and more gloomy.

Shook was very efficient. When Mike returned to the dormitory after class in the afternoon, a complete information about Umbridge had already appeared on his desk.

Dolores Umbridge

Father: Alford Umbridge (wizard)

Mother: Ellen Cranell (Muggle)

Brother: Unknown (Squib)

Life experience:

Umbridge's parents are currently separated, with her younger brother living in the Muggle world with her mother and her father living in the wizarding world.

Although Umbridge is a half-blood, she vehemently denies this and claims to be a pure-blood.

Umbridge graduated from Hogwarts Slytherin House and later worked in the Ministry of Magic's Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Magical Items.

Due to her hard work and ability to maneuver, Umbridge became a central figure in the office within a few years.

At the same time, Umbridge's father, Alford, who was working as a cleaner at the Ministry of Magic, also retired early under Umbridge's manipulation. At this point, Umbridge finally got rid of the shackles of her original family, and relied on her cunning and fierceness to succeed in the Ministry of Magic. She became one of the Deputy Ministers of Magic at the age of less than forty.

other:

Umbridge's interests and hobbies are extremely special. Her preferences are endlessly close to those of girls. She likes to dress herself up in pink and many ruffled skirts. She also likes to speak in a little girl's voice, and she also likes to collect all kinds of things. Cat Play Decorative Plate'.

It is understood that Umbridge's hobbies are very famous in the Ministry of Magic, and many people hate her. However, because she is deeply loved by the Minister of Magic Fudge, many people dare not speak out.

This information comes from the Foley family. These large families often collect information on many Ministry of Magic officials for various purposes, so the credibility of this information is very high.

The content recorded in this information is similar to what Mike learned from the original work.

But one thing that appeared above caught Mike's attention.

Umbridge, she turns out to be a half-blood!

This is something that Mike never expected, because in the original work, Umbridge is a staunch pure-blood supremacist, and also publicly stated that she is a pure-blood. Therefore, Mike, like many people, thinks that Umbridge Qi should be a pureblood.

It can be seen from this that Umbridge cares about her bloodline.

Putting the information back on the table, a smile appeared on Mike's face.

Tomorrow, tomorrow they will go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and he is very much looking forward to meeting Umbridge then!

…

The next afternoon, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Umbridge looked at her pocket watch expressionlessly.

It's been ten minutes since class started.

However……

She raised her head and saw a classroom that was mostly empty.

The corner of Umbridge's mouth twitched.

This class was held by Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff together, but now none of the Ravenclaw students came, which made her feel very angry.

The Hufflepuff students in the audience have already started whispering. They have never encountered a situation where an entire college was late.

"Students, please be quiet, we will start class soon."

Umbridge smiled broadly and spoke in a sweet voice.

Although she acted normally, the trembling corners of her mouth still betrayed her emotions at the moment.

Unfortunately, the Hufflepuff classmates completely ignored her and continued to whisper.

At this moment, the classroom door suddenly opened, and then, led by Mike, a group of Ravenclaws filed in holding books.

The Hufflepuffs who were still whispering immediately became quiet.

Seeing this, Umbridge's expression became even more gloomy, because she found that Mike's authority among these students was even stronger than hers.

"Sorry, Professor Umbridge, the clock in our common room is slow."

Mike raised his head and apologized to Umbridge in an almost arrogant manner.

Umbridge's hands hidden under the table were tightly clenched into fists. Then, with a fake smile on her face, she asked through gritted teeth:

"Don't you have any other clocks?"

"Of course, of course we do, but they are just as slow!" Mike turned to look at the classmates behind him and said, "Someone must be playing a prank, don't you think so?"

"That's right! Hahahaha"

The Ravenclaws answered in unison, and then the crowd burst into laughter.

Umbridge's face turned dark, she was trembling all over, her eyes were staring straight at the leader, Mike, without saying a word.

Seeing this, Mike raised his eyebrows and said:

"Professor, Professor Flitwick can testify for us about this matter. If you don't believe it, you can ask Professor Flitwick. Okay, now, can we go back to our seats?"

Umbridge stood on the podium and kept taking deep breaths. She looked like a toad that was constantly inflating. Many people in the classroom could not control themselves from laughing.

After a while, Umbridge seemed to have controlled her emotions. She once again put on that twisted fake smile on her face and pointed at the empty seats in the classroom to Mike and all the Ravenclaws. They said:

"I will confirm this with Professor Flitwick. Now, please go back to your seats. We have been delayed for too long."

Mike smiled and nodded, and then returned to his seat with the cheering Ravenclaws.

This was like the cheers of a winner, which was very harsh in Umbridge's ears. She took another deep breath before continuing:

"Okay, students, we will start class now. First, please put away your wands and take out your quills."

As soon as he said this, many voices of complaint came from the classroom, which had just been quiet for a while.

From everyone's experience, the command "put your wand away" is never followed by an interesting lesson.

But despite being very depressed, everyone still obeyed Umbridge's order and put away all their wands.

Seeing everyone acting quickly, Umbridge nodded with satisfaction, then took out a short and pitiful wand from her box and tapped it lightly on the blackboard.

‘Defense Against the Dark Arts, back to basics. ’

These two lines of words immediately appeared on the blackboard.

"Classmate, as far as I know, your teaching of this course has always been intermittent and unsystematic, right?" Umbridge seemed to have regained her confidence. She crossed her fingers with her hands and placed them squarely on her chest. , "Teachers are constantly changing, and many of them do not seem to be teaching according to the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic. This unfortunately means that you are now far from the level you should reach in the OWL year.

You will be happy to know, however, that these problems will be corrected. This year we will be studying a carefully designed, theory-focused Defense Against Magic course approved by the Ministry of Magic. Please copy this passage. "

She knocked on the blackboard again, and the original two lines were immediately canceled and replaced by "Course Objectives."

1. Understand the basic principles of magic defense.

2. Learn to identify situations where magical defense can be used legally.

3. Evaluate magical defense in the context of actual use.

There was a rustle in the classroom, and everyone was copying this passage with quills.

At this moment, Mike said to Franklin in a voice deliberately amplified so that the entire classroom could hear:

"Oh! It seems that this professor is just as useless as Quirrell. She doesn't intend to teach us anything practical, but just wants to follow the textbook and let us memorize a lot of useless theories."

Everyone in the professor heard what Mike said, and everyone looked at Mike with surprised eyes, and Umbridge on the stage even frowned.

"Mike Townley, please don't talk casually in class. If you want to speak, please raise your hand." Umbridge suppressed her anger and said.

Hearing this, Mike raised his hand very naturally. The expression on Umbridge's face became a little better. She was about to ask Mike to speak, but saw that Mike ignored her at all and stood up directly with her hands raised. He repeated what he just said again.

The Ravenclaws immediately let out a burst of laughter that resounded throughout the classroom, and this series of laughter even made many Hufflepuffs laugh.

Umbridge on the podium finally couldn't bear it anymore. She slammed the table angrily and roared:

"enough!"

The classroom fell silent instantly, and everyone looked at Umbridge on the podium in surprise. The roar she just made was deep and rough, completely different from her usual little girl-like voice.

Umbridge herself obviously noticed this. She coughed twice and cleared her throat before continuing:

"Mike Townley, it seems that you have a deep misunderstanding of my teaching! You know, you are going to take the OWL exam this year. As students, the exam is the most important thing for you. But given that At your current level, if you want to pass the exam smoothly, mastering more theoretical knowledge is the most important thing you should do. As for actual spell casting, I believe that as long as you can master those theoretical knowledge proficiently, you can successfully cast those spells. Defense skills should also be something that can be easily grasped."

In the classroom, as Umbridge finished her speech, many people nodded in agreement.