"Welcome to our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"Professor Dolores Umbridge."

Defense Against the Dark Arts class isn't supposed to start until next week, but that pink toad has already arrived.

Snape and Minerva, sitting next to Umbridge, looked like they'd eaten shit.

Especially Snape, Shen Yulou felt he would unleash Avada Kedavra faster than he could.

Umbridge straightened her skirt and slowly walked to Dumbledore's side.

Dressed entirely in pink, she stood out conspicuously among the crowd at Hogwarts.

Seeing everyone's joyful and happy smiles...

"I am truly overjoyed."

No one knows why Umbridge likes to draw out the last syllable of each word when she speaks.

To prevent the baby from being disgusted, Shen Yulou sent his son back to Richard overnight yesterday.

Ron lowered his head and almost choked with laughter.

He pointed to the faces of Snape and Minerva behind Umbridge for Hermione and Harry, and the three of them lowered their heads and laughed wildly.

As Harry was laughing, he noticed Draco.

His unhealthy pale face always revealed some bluish veins.

The two deep bruises under his eyes are now more noticeable.

It's strange, but I always feel like Draco is spacing out lately, and there's always a look of fear on his face for no reason.

Draco looked up and met Harry's gaze for a moment, then quickly looked away.

No one knew that his legs had been shaking for three days.

He received a letter from the Malfoy family three days ago.

Lucius told him that Voldemort needed the Elder Wand, one of the Three Holy Relics.

Only by obtaining that magic wand can they possibly stand on the side of success on the scales.

So how will they get the Elder Wand? That's right, they'll have Draco steal it.

Because the Elder Wand is in Dumbledore's possession.

Are you kidding me? Send him to fight Dumbledore? What's the difference between that and using a stone to hit a cannon?

He wrote a letter back to the Malfoys, subtly expressing his lack of strength.

But the reply from the other side was to tell him to wait, saying that they would create a suitable time to come out.

"Creating my ass! No matter how perfect the timing was, he wouldn't dare steal Dumbledore's wand!"

Xiaolong is now cursing the heavens, the earth, and himself every day, and he can't even sleep well.

Exhausted, Xiaolong could only drift through each day like a walking corpse, lost in a daze.

However, Umbridge's appearance just happened to pull Draco back to reality from his self-imagination.

There's no way around it, she's really funny and knows how to torment people.

Draco's crooked tie and the exposed lining had been straightened by her magic countless times.

Umbridge would also dance in the teachers' minefield.

She would have Trelawney prophesy for her in prophecy class, and she would take out a ruler to measure Frivi's height in public.

She even openly asked Snape during a teacher review class if he had applied for Defense Against the Dark Arts at the beginning.

After receiving Snape's expressionless affirmation.

Umbridge would walk up to Snape, open her mouth with a particularly regretful expression, and say:

"But it didn't work out, right?"

Snape's face was as black as charcoal, and he could only watch Umbridge leave with an air of nonchalance.

Ron, who has a low threshold for laughter, couldn't hold back his laughter and was slapped hard by Snape.

The only place she dared not go was the classroom where Shen Yulou taught Eastern Immortal Arts.

Because Shen Yulou really did throw her out of the window.

That's right, right in front of all the students, he grabbed Umbridge by the collar and threw him out the window.

Umbridge wrote to the Ministry of Magic to complain, but instead received a yellow card warning.

From then on, she never dared to go clubbing in front of Shen Yulou again.

That day, Filch was nailing the 35th Hogwarts student ban to the wall.

When the owl landed, the crowd of students watching suddenly became restless.

"Death Eaters! The Death Eaters have all escaped from Azkaban!"

Everyone saw panic on each other's faces and quickly spread the word.

Draco's face drained of color, and he rushed back to his dormitory with the newspaper in hand.