Chapter 317 Teaching Quality (I)
Hearing this, Umbridge's face suddenly lost all color.
It seems that no matter how cruel and ruthless a person is, her soul will be afraid when facing death.
"No, this is impossible!" She murmured, with fear in her voice, "I have no money, no power, I am just an ordinary wizard..."
But she herself quickly recalled the accusation that her position had been completely stripped away, which was exactly what Voldemort hated the most -
Students are prohibited from using magic and spreading Muggle ideas!
This made her face pale, her teeth chattering, and her upper and lower teeth touching each other making a "clacking" sound!
But in the face of life and death, Umbridge seemed to have lost all her face. She chose to bend and stretch, and completely put the previous insults behind her.
She changed her expression at lightning speed, making full use of the flattery skills she had acquired while working at the Ministry of Magic, and her face showed disgusting flattery:
"You won't watch me being killed by them, will you, Headmaster Dumbledore? You are the kindest and most merciful person, you won't, right?"
Dumbledore said nothing. His face was gloomy, as if he was looking at a dirty rag on the ground.
But Umbridge shamelessly asked her father to boil water, and then began to make tea and serve them snacks herself.
Jane Yu did not take her tea, and Dumbledore also pushed away her snacks, rejecting her false feelings.
"It's all a misunderstanding." Umbridge smiled awkwardly and rubbed her hands. "I was deceived by Fudge. If it weren't for his pressure, how could I have thought of driving away the people who once taught me and the students I taught? You came to help me without holding a grudge, so of course I will stand on your side..."
She continued to beg for mercy, hoping that the two of them could protect her safety.
When no one responded, she chose to use the highest magical skills of her life.
She chanted a Transfiguration spell and transformed herself into an armchair half a person's height with a cat pattern painted on it. The armchair bounced and tried to fit into the small corner of the room, but it got stuck because it was too fat.
——Unfortunately, perhaps because she had been comfortable in the Ministry of Magic for too long, her magical skills were obviously very rusty.
The cat's face still revealed her slightly open bright red mouth, and her four claws were replaced by her fat and stubby fingers and toes. The four wooden legs were of different lengths. The edge of the armchair had a large irregular circle of red, and even the lace on her clothes had grown out.
If this were a newt exam, even if the worst examiner from the Wizarding Examinations Authority were to grade it, he would only give it a P.
Jian Yu frowned greatly, and Dumbledore, the senior Transfiguration master and headmaster of Hogwarts, wished he could poke his own eyes out.
"Who was the professor of Transfiguration when she was in school...?" Jian Yu heard him mutter softly, "Maybe... it shouldn't be me..."
It is sad to see students go astray, but it is even more embarrassing to see them learn terrible magical skills.
Dumbledore began to recall the past, trying to deduce who the professor who taught Umbridge was.
"In 1956... I am no longer the Transfiguration professor... But even though I am Minerva... I have become the headmaster... and I have the responsibility to take care of the quality of teaching for my students..."
Dumbledore, realizing that he had probably taught a notorious and useless student, fell into a strange silence.
With a stiff face, he watched as the armchair twisted and turned, then lost its balance and suddenly fell to the ground.
But that was not the end, as former graduate Dolores Umbridge continued to show the two her world-class Transfiguration skills.
She began to correct her terrible deformation. First, she struggled to make the toes on the chair disappear, but more of her fingers were exposed; when she tried her best to make the circle of lace disappear, the original pink irregular pattern spread to the entire chair; when she tried her best to stretch the right leg, the left wooden leg retracted into the chair.
The whole process can be described as robbing Peter to pay Paul, with a piece missing here and a piece extra there.
"Perhaps it's not just our problem." Jian Yu heard Dumbledore's skillful reflection, "Maybe something went wrong with the Wizarding Examinations Authority... Who was the person who passed her OWL and Newt...? Maybe I should talk to Machiban... Was her grading so lax at that time? I've said it before, the wizarding exam should try out a three-person grading system... The probability of an examiner cheating for personal gain is very high..."
But Umbridge was still trying to save herself with her lame Transfiguration spell, which expired during her struggle, and the pink armchair turned back into the image of a sweaty pink witch.
What's worse is that she still retains some features of a chair and a cat - her two arms have become strange wooden strips, and cat whiskers are painted on her face, making her look very scary.
This embarrassing scene made the already quiet room even quieter.
Dumbledore's lips moved beneath his white beard.
If it wasn't impolite, he suddenly wanted to ask Umbridge how old she was this year so as to calculate the year she entered school and thus determine whether he was the Transfiguration professor at that time.
"I have only seen this kind of scene in the first class of the sixth grade... It's a pity that I can't split myself and take care of every student... There is nothing I can do about it. It's just that such shameful magic skills are really pathetic. No wonder she was able to turn the Defense Against the Dark Arts class into a reading class. It turned out that she had forgotten how to chant the spell..."
Jian Yu rubbed her ears. She was not sure whether Dumbledore was complaining about Umbridge's teaching methods.
But she really couldn't stand such poor human body deformation.
Could this be the true magical level of this former Hogwarts graduate and former Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic?
It really lowered the grade of Hogwarts, turning a first-rate school into a third-rate school.
Not only her, Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have become more vigilant. He was very worried that such a bad example would corrupt another future flower in the wizarding world.
He decided to correct the mistake.
"Yu, I have to tell you that the key to human body deformation is to match the body parts with the objects that need to be transformed. The brain must think clearly about the appearance of the object. The legs should first be transformed into the four wooden legs of an armchair..."
Following Dumbledore's instructions, Jane began to learn and demonstrate in front of Umbridge how to correctly transform into an armchair.
The whole process was very slow. First, her two legs turned into the shape of wooden sticks, and then into four wooden legs. Then her lower body turned into a seat cushion, her upper body turned into a chair back, her two arms turned into armrests, and finally she retracted her head into the chair back.
Although this was part of the transfiguration lesson for sixth and seventh graders, it was not a difficult task for her.
She transformed back and forth several times and looked at Umbridge with encouragement, hoping that she could join in the study, make progress in Transfiguration, and not continue to lower the average level of her alma mater Hogwarts, let alone embarrass herself in front of the Death Eaters.
Unfortunately, the other party did not appreciate it.
“You—you—!”
Umbridge pointed at her, shaking her wooden arm, her face full of exasperation and her eyes as big as copper bells.
Jian Yu's behavior was like a slap in her face, reminding her how terrible her Transfiguration skills were, not even as good as a fifth-grade kid who had been expelled from her and whom she looked down upon.
This made her face burn, and she felt anger, shame, and hatred all mixed together, and she couldn't utter a word.
"Alas..." Dumbledore sighed, "The headmaster brings you to the door, but learning is up to you... Even if you leave Hogwarts, learning never ends, and you should keep learning until you die... As Jade once said, there must be a teacher among three people... It is a subject you need to master to ask questions without hesitation, Dolores, although you have graduated, as your former headmaster, I still have to give you some advice..."
Umbridge rolled her eyes and was so angry that her breath got stuck in her throat and she couldn't breathe for a long time.
This sense of oppression from a superior brought by the headmaster constantly reminded her of her utter failure in both her student life and teaching career at Hogwarts. It made her so angry that her face turned red and her neck became thick, and she almost had a myocardial infarction.
Seeing that she was harder than a rock in a toilet, Dumbledore shook his head.
After realizing that this Hogwarts graduate was not only hopeless in moral character but also completely failed in magical skills, he decisively gave up his desire to help others and chose to respect the other person's fate.
——He then turned his attention to another outstanding student with a promising future.
"Very well done, Yu, you have already grasped the essence of human body deformation!" He praised happily, "Of course, if I were Minerva, I would teach you to try to add beautiful patterns and laces to yourself, like this -"
An exquisite armchair appeared next to Jian Yu. While Dumbledore was transforming himself physically, he also drew many of his favorite patterns of stars and moons on it.
"Come, follow me and learn—"
One dares to teach and the other dares to learn. The scene is very warm and can be described as a harmonious relationship between teacher and student.
This successful teaching seemed to put Dumbledore at ease. After realizing that his traditional teaching skills were not rusty, but the quality of his students varied greatly, he finally stopped reflecting on his progress.
But this joyful scene undoubtedly hurt Umbridge's heart and hurt her swollen face, prompting her to roar:
"You! You! Get out of my house!"
Before she finished her words, a loud and noisy laugh came from the door!
"When death is imminent, who are you going to ask to leave?"
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