In addition to Hufflepuff, the fifth-year students of Gryffindor were also talking about this matter. Harry, Ron, and Hermione did not even come to the hall to eat.

Kyle looked at the nearest fifth-year student and asked, "Susan, you just said that Professor Black was taken away by the Ministry of Magic?"

"Yes." Susan Bones said, "Our last class in the morning was Defense Against the Dark Arts. When the get out of class was about to end, several people suddenly came. The leader said that someone had complained to the Ministry of Magic about Professor Black, saying that he did not fulfill his responsibilities as a professor, resulting in several students being injured in class.

"Oh, and Headmaster Dumbledore was there at the time."

Kyle frowned and was about to say something when the door of the auditorium suddenly opened.

Dumbledore walked in with a serious look on his face, accompanied by a witch in a pink cardigan.

Behind them, Ron and Hermione pulled the angry Harry from the left and right, and dragged him to the Gryffindor table.

But not many people noticed this scene at this time. Everyone's eyes were looking at the two people walking in front, and they were whispering to each other about something.

Dumbledore came to the front seat in the classroom, turned around, and spoke in a very calm tone.

"I'm sorry, please be quiet. Before you enjoy your delicious food, I need to take up some of your time to announce two things."

The auditorium fell silent instantly.

Dumbledore said, "First, let's talk about Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Black. He needs to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic to investigate some things, so he can't teach you during this period."

"However..." Dumbledore raised his hand and pointed at the witch next to him, "During this period, Professor Umbridge will take his place and teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts."

There was silence in the auditorium for a moment, and then there was a burst of sparse applause.

The noises were low, and came almost exclusively from the direction of Slytherin.

"They're talking nonsense!" Harry stood up angrily, standing out in the crowd.

He seemed to want to say something else, but the next second he was pulled back to his seat by several people next to him.

In the classroom, Dumbledore acted as if he didn't see anything, but Umbridge next to him turned around and looked at Harry, then gave a smile that couldn't be more fake.

"Thank you, Principal." She turned her head and took two steps forward.

Dumbledore smiled and gave up his place in the middle.

Umbridge cleared her throat and squeaked, "I must say, it's great to be back at Hogwarts."

"Oh, her voice is so uncomfortable." Cedric frowned and rubbed his arms. "Why does she have to talk like that? And that fuzzy pink cardigan really doesn't suit her."

"It's a matter of personal preference," Kyle said. "She looked like this when I saw her at the Ministry of Magic."

"Have you met her?" Cedric asked. "What is she like? Would she be a good professor?"

"Let me put it this way." Kyle thought for a moment and gave a more pertinent answer, "Even Professor Quirrell and Professor Lockhart were much better than her."

"Oh..." Cedric groaned.

He really couldn't imagine anyone worse than those two...If there really was anyone, it would probably only be the giant monster whose head was caught by the door.

Kyle sighed as well.

He had thought that Sirius might not stay until the end of the school year, but he had not expected him to leave so soon.

It's only been less than two weeks since school started.

In the classroom, Umbridge was speaking in a dry, emotionless voice: "The Ministry of Magic has always believed that educating young wizards is a very important matter. You must train them carefully and meticulously, and exercise your innate precious talents..."

Gradually, some students could not concentrate.

“Why do I feel like I’m in a History of Magic class?” Mikkel covered his mouth with his hand and yawned secretly. “Also, when can we continue eating… Today’s lunch is fried pork chops. What if it gets cold soon?”

No one answered him.

Ryan nodded his head, as if he would fall asleep at the next second. Macmillan next to him stared at Umbridge without blinking, looking very serious, but his eyes were dull and lifeless, and it was obvious that he was thinking about something else.

The students around had already started chatting with each other, and only a few professors were still listening, but their expressions were all very intriguing.

Professor McGonagall's eyebrows were knitted together, Professor Flitwick seemed to be very interested in the fork in his hand, and even Snape did not show how happy he was that Sirius was taken away.

The more Connor listened, the more she felt something was wrong. She pulled Kyle's arm and whispered, "Why do I feel like the Ministry of Magic is going to interfere with Hogwarts?"

"It's not as if, they really think so." Kyle said, "Look at what she said... some decisions are already outdated, so they must be abandoned? "In previous years, even last year, the Ministry of Magic would not interfere with the decisions made by Hogwarts. "

At this moment, Kyle suddenly noticed that Umbridge's head tilted towards him.

Although it was only for a moment, he still noticed the undisguised resentment in the other person's eyes.

Well, now it seems that it’s not just Dumbledore who is being targeted. I seem to have become the other party’s target as well.

This is... so interesting.

Kyle smiled, then picked up the fork and put a piece of fried pork chop into his mouth without paying attention to the people around him.

Cedric looked at him with his mouth open in surprise, a move that could be said to be a complete disregard for Umbridge.

After noticing this, some people subconsciously looked at Dumbledore.

But the headmaster's attention seemed to be all on Umbridge, and she didn't seem to notice what was happening below.

Now, some of the braver people who had not eaten yet could not help it, such as Fred and George.

They didn't care why Kyle behaved so abnormally, but just started eating, laughing and chatting with others, as if Umbridge didn't exist at all.

Then, more and more people joined in.

In the classroom, Umbridge's voice became increasingly shrill, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't drown out the clinking sounds made by the students at their meals.

Then she finally finished her last few words and turned to look at Dumbledore.

"Please continue, Professor Umbridge, I think what you just said is very right." Dumbledore said seriously: "We really shouldn't make progress for the sake of progress. A new era requires a new order, and I completely agree with this.

"You really gave me a lot of inspiration, and made me realize that I am not that competent as a principal."

But at this moment, he suddenly noticed the students who were eating.

"Oh, so you've finished?" Dumbledore said in surprise, "I'm sorry, I was so engrossed in listening that I didn't even notice... Professor Umbridge, you should have reminded me."

Umbridge's face fell, then she managed a fake smile.

"Yes, I'm done," she said sharply, and sat down.

She originally wanted to wait until everyone was quiet before continuing, but just now, she changed her mind.

Umbridge looked in the direction of Hufflepuff again. Kyle, who was chatting with others, had a flash of resentment and ill intention in his eyes.

Dumbledore began to applaud, and the other professors followed suit. Professor McGonagall looked at Umbridge, then at Kyle, and her brows furrowed even tighter.

Although she didn't know why Kyle did that, Dumbledore didn't seem to object, so she held back and let more and more students start eating while Umbridge was speaking.

But today's matter will definitely not end like this.

She had some understanding of Umbridge, and to describe her as petty was an understatement.

The fact that such a person did not explode on the spot could only mean that she had a bigger conspiracy. Moreover, what a coincidence, she was also a substitute professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. It was too easy for her to find trouble with a student.

Professor McGonagall was a little worried and wondered whether she should find an opportunity to remind Kyle.

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(End of this chapter)