Chapter 348 Umbridge (Part 1)

"I don't want to repeat it a second time."

Mike still had that expressionless look. Anyone could see that Mike was angry at the moment. The little boy next to Zhou Hong had red eyes.

But Zhou Hong was still stubborn and said with his neck stiff:

"I said it's okay!"

"Okay, Mike." Hermione advised, "Let him get his wound healed first, and we'll talk about other things after he gets better."

Mike glanced at Hermione and didn't say anything. Instead, he slowly lowered his gaze to the little boy next to Zhou Hong.

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

The boy still covered his mouth tightly with both hands, looked at Mike in horror, and nodded frantically.

"Then, can you please tell me, how did Zhou Hong get the wound on the back of his hand?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Hong's face changed and he began to wink at him desperately.

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

"It's Umbridge, the old witch!"

"Oh? What do you mean?" 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 yelled at Dennis in a rage, "You are really not a good friend!"

Dennis seemed to be angry after being yelled at by Zhou Hong. He stared at Zhou Hong and replied:

"What do you mean you made a little mistake? In my opinion, the old witch is completely retaliating, revenge for you laughing too loudly during her speech yesterday!"

Then, the two quarreled together, and Hermione took the white mulberry in Zhou Hong's hand and began to help him apply the medicine.

Ron and Harry looked at each other, both of them had an ominous premonition.

You know, their laughter during yesterday's speech was not much less than Zhou Hong's. If it was true as Dennis said, that their new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was taking revenge on those who dared to laugh 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, who was thinking with his head down, with some entanglement.

"Hey, Mike." Zhou Hong called Mike softly, until the latter raised his head and looked at him, and then continued, "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 in Chinese again, and then complained to Dennis:

"Damn it, I knew it would be like this! Dennis, it's all your fault! How dare you betray me as my friend!"

"Can you blame me for this? Didn't you see how scary Senior Townley was just now! I dare not disobey his orders!" Dennis muttered in a low voice, "It's all said in the newspapers, he is a..." "

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

The two started fighting again, and while Zhou Hong and Dennis were still arguing, Mike had already come to a remote corner with no one around.

"Snap!"

With a crisp snap of Mike's fingers, Shuke, wearing a pocket-sized tuxedo, half-knelt and appeared behind Mike.

"I want to know everything about Dolores Umbridge."

"As you wish, my master!"

Shuke lowered his head in awe and disappeared.

"Dare to hurt my people, haha!"

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

Shuke 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: Allen Crannell (Muggle)

Brother: Unknown (Squib)

Life experience:

Umbridge's parents are now separated. Her brother and her mother live in the Muggle world, while she and her father live in the wizarding world.

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

Umbridge graduated from Hogwarts Slytherin College and later joined the Ministry of Magic's "Prohibition of the Misuse of Magical Objects Department".

Due to her hard work and good at scheming, Umbridge became the core figure of the office a few years later.

At the same time, Umbridge's father, Alford, who was working as a cleaner in the Ministry of Magic, also retired early under Umbridge's operation. At this point, Umbridge finally got rid of the shackles of her original family. With her cunning and fierceness, she had a smooth sailing in the Ministry of Magic. She became one of the deputy ministers of the Ministry of Magic at the age of less than 40.

Others:

Umbridge's hobbies are extremely special. Her hobbies are infinitely close to those of a girl. She likes to dress herself up with pink and many wrinkled skirts, and she likes to speak in the voice of a little girl, and she also likes to collect various "cats playing decorative plates".

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

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

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

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

Umbridge, she turned out to be a mixed-blood!

This was something Mike had never expected, because in the original book, Umbridge was a staunch pure-blood supremacist, and she also publicly stated that she was a pure-blood. Therefore, Mike, like many people, believed that Umbridge should be a pure-blood.

From this, we can see how much Umbridge cares about her bloodline.

After putting the information back on the table, Mike had a smile on his face.

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

...

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

Ten minutes had passed since the class started.

However...

She raised her head, and what she saw was a classroom that was more than half empty.

Umbridge's mouth twitched.

This class was for Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff together, but now no Ravenclaw students came, which made her very angry.

The Hufflepuff students in the audience had already started whispering, and they had never encountered a situation where the entire college was late.

"Students, please be quiet, we are about to start class."

Umbridge said with a smile on her face and a delicate voice.

Although she acted very normal, her trembling mouth corners still betrayed her emotions at the moment.

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

At this moment, the door of the classroom was suddenly opened, and then, led by Mike, a group of Ravenclaws entered one after another, holding books.

The Hufflepuffs who were still whispering immediately became quiet.

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

"I'm sorry, Professor Umbridge, the clock in our lounge is slow."

Mike looked up and apologized to Umbridge in an almost arrogant manner.

Umbridge's hands clenched into fists under the table, and then she asked with a fake smile, gritting her teeth:

"Don't you have other clocks?"

"Of course, we do, but they are just as slow!" Mike turned his head and looked at the students behind him, saying, "Someone must be playing a prank, don't you think so!" "

That's right! Hahahaha"

the Ravenclaws answered in unison, and then a burst of laughter broke out in the crowd.

Umbridge's face turned black, she trembled all over, staring at Mike, the leader, 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 go and ask Professor Flitwick. Okay, now, can we go back to our seats?"

Umbridge stood on the podium and took deep breaths continuously. She looked like a toad that was constantly inflating. Many people in the classroom controlled themselves and laughed.

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

"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 cheer like a winner was very harsh in Umbridge's ears. She took a deep breath and continued:

"Okay, students, let's start the class now. First, please put away your wands and take out your quills." As

soon as these words came out, many complaints came from the classroom that had just been quiet for a while.

According to everyone's experience, the order to "put away your wands" is never an interesting course.

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

Looking at the people who were acting quickly, Umbridge nodded with satisfaction, then took out a short wand from her box and tapped it lightly on the blackboard.

'Defense Against the Dark Arts, Back to Basic Principles.'

These two lines of words immediately appeared on the blackboard.

"Students, as far as I know, the teaching of this course has always been sporadic and unsystematic, right?" Umbridge seemed to have regained her confidence. She crossed her fingers and placed them on her chest and said, "The teachers are constantly changing, and many of them do not seem to teach according to the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic. This unfortunately leads to you now being far from the level you should have achieved in the OWL year. However,

you will be happy to know that these problems will be corrected. This year, we will be studying a carefully arranged, theory-centered, and Ministry-approved Defense of Magic course. Please copy down this paragraph."

She tapped the blackboard again, and the original two lines of words were immediately cancelled and replaced by "Course Objectives".

1. Understand the basic principles of defense magic.

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

3. Evaluate magical defense in the context of practical application.

There was a rustling sound in the classroom, and everyone was copying this paragraph with a quill pen.

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

"Oh! It seems that this professor is also a waste like Quirrell. She does not intend to teach us something practical, but just wants to read from the book and let us remember a lot of useless theories."

Everyone in the professor heard Mike's words, and everyone looked at Mike with surprise, and Umbridge on the stage frowned directly.

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

Hearing this, Mike raised his hand very naturally. Umbridge's expression looked a little better. She was about to ask Mike to speak, but she saw that Mike didn't pay any attention to her at all. He raised his hand and stood up directly, repeating what he had just said again.

The Ravenclaws immediately burst into laughter that echoed throughout the classroom, and even many Hufflepuffs laughed out loud.

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

"Enough!"

The classroom was quiet in an instant. Everyone was looking at Umbridge on the podium in surprise. The roar she just made was deep and rough, which was completely different from her usual little girl-like voice.

Umbridge herself obviously noticed this. She coughed twice to clear her throat and then continued:

"Mike Townley, it seems that you have a deep misunderstanding of my teaching! You should know that you will take the OWL exam this year. As a student, the exam is the most important thing for you. But given your current level, if you want to pass the exam smoothly, mastering more theoretical knowledge is what you should do most. As for actual combat casting, I believe that as long as you can master those theoretical knowledge, then it should be easy to cast those defensive spells smoothly."

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