Chapter 318 Teaching Quality (II)

Umbridge, who had been so arrogant just now, became speechless like a chicken with its neck caught.

She ran towards the window in panic, trying to escape from there, but the window was too small and her arms, which had not yet fully transformed, were unable to exert force well, so half of her body was stuck outside and the other half remained inside the room, with her stubby legs flapping in the air.

The noise at the door became louder and louder, followed by a huge cracking sound, the door was broken open, and a group of Death Eaters rushed straight in!

Seeing this funny scene, even the noisy Death Eaters fell silent.

"Old Nott, is this Dolores Umbridge?" A sharp female voice sounded. It was Bellatrix, and there was obvious contempt in her words. "Who is the master looking for?"

She waved her wand casually, and Umbridge's bloated body fell to the ground like a sack, sobbing.

"I think so." Old Nott answered her in a low and hoarse voice, "But I sense the smell of stupidity... If we kill her here, will it lower our IQ?"

This made all the Death Eaters burst into laughter, and for a moment the room was filled with laughter.

"Is this the wizard who was taught by Muggle knowledge?" Another Death Eater said sarcastically in a slow tone, "Is the next step to throw away her wand and become a Muggle? What is she going to use to fight us? Punch our chest with her little fists? Punch our heads once and nothing will happen, punch them twice and she will turn into a dragon?"

There was another round of laughter, and the Death Eaters were laughing so hard that they fell over.

But Bellatrix Lestrange, a staunch Voldemortist, did not laugh. She looked extremely angry:

"Nott! Keep your tongue! If the master hears that you dare not kill the enemy for fear of lowering your IQ, just imagine how angry he will be and what kind of punishment you will receive! Also, the master said that he wants living people! He needs the blood of those enemies!"

"You've been in Azkaban for a long time, Lestrange." Old Nott said dryly about Bella's lack of humor. "It was just a joke."

Bellatrix stared at him, as if she had been stabbed in the most painful place in her heart:

"Yes, Azkaban. I am willing to endure the torture of Dementors for my master, while you are living happily outside. Your loyalty is questionable! Think about your son. I heard that he doesn't obey your discipline very much, but I think he has to do something for you, otherwise the master will not be very satisfied with you--"

Old Nott turned his head to one side, his voice becoming particularly hoarse:

"It's his honor... If you had a son, I think you would be eager to let him protect the master from the curse!"

Bella stared at him intently, trying to find any hint of disloyalty on his face.

Then she sneered, raised her voice, and continued to give a thought lesson to the Death Eaters present:

"I must warn you that Dolores Umbridge, whom you are facing, is the master's number one enemy after Potter, Dumbledore and Jade Jane! Especially you, Nott, you should be well aware of how powerful she is, especially after your son has been corrupted by her!"

Old Nott moved his lips unwillingly and muttered:

"Your sister's son...Draco Malfoy, he is also corrupted and crazy..."

Bellatrix's face seemed to be on fire, and she shouted:

"Shame, shame! I tell you, Dolores Umbridge, with her sweet words and unknown evil spells, forcibly invaded the brain of the only son of a clean pure-blood family. Her intention is to destroy all ancient families and turn all wizards into Muggles who cannot wield wands. This is an anti-wizard crime and a terrible idea that the master cannot tolerate!"

No one dared to laugh this time, and Old Nott spat fiercely in Umbridge's direction.

"Think about it carefully," Bellatrix continued, "whose thoughts do she share?"

The Death Eaters were silent, some with realization on their faces, others with horror.

"Albus Dumbledore!" cried Bellatrix viciously.

An armchair in the room moved its back in an unattended corner.

"It was him who forcibly defended those mudbloods and allowed them to enroll in school to learn magic. It was him who allowed the mudbloods to steal the precious achievements of wizards. It was him who said that there was not much difference between Muggles and us, and he hired werewolves and pro-Muggle people to work in the school!"

"But..." Old Nott frowned, "Umbridge's thoughts are obviously more filthy than Dumbledore's, and she and Fudge once wanted to drag Dumbledore into the water. Their political enemies -"

"Ignorance, stupidity!" Bella roared, blocking his words that were so close to the truth. "Listen, think about it carefully, why can Umbridge act recklessly in school and do things that even Headmaster Dumbledore can't do? Why can she successfully corrupt the minds of the excellent children of the pure-blood family we raised?"

These words whetted the appetite of all the Death Eaters present, even Jane and Dumbledore - the lace on the two armchairs was also whetted.

"That must be their conspiracy! Umbridge must have been instructed by Dumbledore, because he is a good man in the eyes of wizards, and he cannot publicize these ideas openly! He must have his own spokesperson, not only to create the illusion that he is being persecuted by Fudge, but also to use Umbridge to corrupt the minds of the pure-blooded children of Slytherin, so as to incite you to drive your political enemy Fudge out of office! They have already colluded everything from inside to outside! Nott, you are as stupid as Fudge, and you have been fooled by them!"

Jian Yu turned the back of her chair slightly and looked at the other armchair:

Does this describe you, Dumbledore?

"But..." Old Nott frowned, "She even expelled the girl trained by Dumbledore, Jade Jane——"

"Don't be stupid, Nott!" Bellatrix rolled her eyes and accused harshly, "This was definitely arranged by Dumbledore. Jade Jane was a chess piece he planted in Slytherin. She used her acting skills to make almost all Slytherin students regard her as a spiritual leader! Instructing Umbridge to expel her at a time like this is a big move made by the three of them in order to stir up hatred among students and thereby cause dissatisfaction with the Ministry of Magic led by Fudge!"

This time the other armchair also turned its back slightly:

Does this describe you, Jade?

Confused question marks appeared on both armchairs at the same time.

"Damn it!" Realizing that he had been fooled, Old Nott spat on the ground angrily, "I should have thought of it earlier. Umbridge also graduated from Hogwarts. She was a student taught by Dumbledore. How come no one saw that their teacher-student relationship was so good?"

He waved his wand violently, and Umbridge's body spun twice on the ground.

Her wand fell to the side, her fists clenched in front of her chest in a defensive posture, and she could not say a word except screaming.

"Unable to withstand a single blow!" Old Nott cursed. "Is this the teaching result of the greatest white wizard in the world? He can't even cast a decent spell? I guess that Jade Jane is as stupid as her. This is the student Dumbledore values! Those people he valued before... Potter, Evans... They were also vulnerable in the face of the Dark Lord. The grass on their graves is already three feet high!"

Hearing this, Jian Yu suddenly had the idea of ​​using his own chair leg to split his head.

No matter what happened, the blame would always be put on her and Dumbledore.

It has to be said that the Death Eaters' corporate culture has achieved a high degree of unity to a certain extent.

Whenever something doesn't go their way, they pick out random people among her, Harry and Dumbledore, arrange them in order, and then put the blame on them. This seems to have become a kind of cultural correctness for them.

She turned her chair slightly, trying to observe Dumbledore's movements -

She thought the man in the armchair next to her would try to stop her, but he didn't move, not even the lace moved, as if he was an old monk in meditation.

Jian Yu realized that he was waiting, trying to hear some secrets, perhaps more inside information about the Death Eaters.

But unfortunately, there was no inside information, but there was endless cursing, and old Knott's reaction was completely beyond the expectations of the two.

"Damn Dumbledore, I was completely fooled by him. As a headmaster, he should just teach his students the Transfiguration spell. Why did he get involved in the Ministry of Magic and the Dark Lord? The teaching at Hogwarts is so bad, why doesn't he work hard on updating the textbooks and hiring teachers? To improve the quality of teaching?"

Now both armchairs moved simultaneously.

Jian Yu felt her four wooden legs beginning to dig into the ground, and the Dumbledore-style armchair next to her finally shook slightly. A feeling of embarrassment and awkwardness almost overflowed from her.

But this hearty scolding did not eliminate old Nott's anger. He directly targeted Dumbledore and launched a continuous attack:

"Transfiguration, look at Ouagadou in Africa, doesn't he have any sense of crisis? Alchemy, can't compare to Beauxbatons in France; Herbology, far worse than Castrobus in Brazil... Those crappy textbooks haven't been changed in more than ten years. The professors are fully scheduled for classes every day, and have no time to do magic research, change textbooks, and improve new skills... As for Defense Against the Dark Arts, any one of us here can teach better than those idiots who are replaced every year... He doesn't do serious work, and he keeps staring at us to see what we do every day. Is he qualified to be the headmaster? We just want to eliminate those mudbloods and ensure the purity of the bloodline!"

This seemed to resonate with the Death Eaters present.

As graduates of Hogwarts, they believe they have a say in the school's teaching.

They joined the team that insulted Hogwarts, venting their long-accumulated resentment towards their teachers when they were students. Some Death Eaters with families even revealed some school secrets to express their dissatisfaction with the education their children received.

"That History of Magic class is just a bunch of defenses. Dumbledore just wants to save money. When I was in school, we had a ghost who could only copy the textbook to teach us History of Magic, and a Squib who whipped people was the castle manager! Even now, they are still in school and have not been fired!"

"I think Dumbledore is getting old and confused! The teaching staff at Hogwarts is getting worse and worse. I want my children to go to Durmstrang or Beauxbatons! Look at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors he hired who change every year, and there is even a werewolf! There is no coherent curriculum standard at all. I heard from the Wizarding Examination Authority that the scores of Defense Against the Dark Arts courses in recent years have been unprecedentedly low. The teaching level is terrible. A bunch of idiots teach idiots——"

"He himself is not much better. My father was his former student. It is said that when he was the professor of Transfiguration, he had to ask someone to substitute for him every few days, and he went to Europe to have a good time. If I were Principal Dippet, I would have expelled such a person from the faculty long ago. Now, he has a child and gives her a special contribution award every year, and gives her the green light to pass the exam all the way. "

Although the words were harsh and Jian Yu almost couldn't help but give them two wooden legs, it must be said that some of the content made sense if you think about it carefully.

She turned the back of her chair slightly, trying to gauge Dumbledore's reaction.

Is this the inside scoop you wanted to hear, Dumbledore?

Obviously this was not what Dumbledore wanted to hear, because his entire chair was surrounded by a resentful aura of doubt about life.

As the principal of the school, it is not difficult for him to imagine that many people would gossip about him behind his back, but no students or professors would yell at him to vent their anger, and no one would criticize the school's unsatisfactory teaching quality in front of him.

Although the words of these Death Eaters were full of extreme purism, prejudice and inconsistency with the facts, Dumbledore, who was good at self-reflection and introspection, suddenly heard these doubts about the teaching quality, and his eyes went dark.

He would rather draw his wand and fight with the other party than listen to the other party slandering the Hogwarts teaching that he had devoted most of his life to.

In short, it seemed that the great principal's spiritual heart was on the verge of breaking.

If this trip was a nightmare, he just hoped he could wake up soon.