Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 187 Pink Horror

When Umbridge finally finished her tirade and Dumbledore stood up again to announce the time of the Quidditch selections, there was even louder cheers and applause in the auditorium than at last year's Triwizard Tournament.

Seeing this, Umbridge's face didn't change much, and he was still full of smiles.

This scene was watched by Stuart and others, and they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

"You're right, Anthony, this is not a simple person." Stuart said softly, and the others nodded subconsciously.

Although it seems very unreliable on weekdays, only those who have been with him for a long time know that Stuart is a rough but fine person.Being careless is a cover, otherwise he wouldn't be the king of gossip in Ravenclaw.

When it comes to attention to detail, Stewart is unimaginably sharp.

With Ike gone, Anthony and Michael moved into Stewart and Terry's dorms, which were vacated for freshmen.When they returned to the dormitory, the luggage had already been put away by the hardworking house elves, and they only needed to put it away a little before they could rest.

"I'm really not used to it." Lying on the bed, Stuart murmured.

"It's all the same." Anthony yawned, "Looking at today's posture, this year's Academy Cup should not be for us."

"Yeah, without Ike, Hermione would have taken the first place in the grade." Terry also sighed, "Besides, after Roger graduated, the strength of our Quidditch team has also been weakened."

"Are there any great newcomers this year?"

"I haven't heard of it." Anthony replied, "It doesn't seem to be too outstanding."

"Sleep and sleep, don't think about it, it's too bad." Stuart muttered, pulling the quilt over his head.Seeing this, the others sighed, closed their eyes, and slowly fell asleep.

On the second day, Hogwarts entered intense study, especially for fifth graders like them.

The strings that have been constantly tightened by the professors since the third grade have finally reached their tightest time.In the first potion class, Stuart and the others felt obvious changes.

Snape, even colder.

He seemed to have evolved, and the words he said became more vicious. Anyone who made a slight mistake would be scolded bloody by him.

"If you continue to be so slack, you will definitely not be able to get a certificate for Potions in the OWLs exam, that's for sure." Snape looked at the students in the classroom with cold eyes, and everyone lowered their heads subconsciously, " You can forget the knowledge you learned in the first grade, are you thinking about the excrement of giant monsters!"

In just one class, five or six people cried, three collapsed, and the rest looked hopeless.

No one could get a more pertinent comment from Snape. In his mouth, everyone was trash.

Walking out of the Potions classroom in a daze, Stuart and the others went to the classrooms of their electives.This time it will be much better, but the professors' words are full of urgency and urgency, which makes people unconsciously nervous.

At lunch, the fifth graders from all colleges basically looked the same, eating listlessly, and walking back to the dormitory listlessly, like walking dead.

A few years ago, when I saw those fifth graders, they didn't pay much attention to it. When it really happened to them, they suddenly realized that compared with their predecessors, their ability to withstand stress was too weak.

The first session in the afternoon was Defense Against the Dark Arts, with Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff fifth years first, and Gryffindor and Slytherin following.

When Stuart and the others walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with blank faces, Umbridge was already sitting behind the podium.She was still wearing the fuzzy pink sweater from last night, with the black velvet bow on top of her head.

"I don't like pink anymore." Moratti said softly, arousing unanimous approval from the others, even though they had already done this scene in the auditorium last night.

Everyone gradually came together, and everyone was silent. After everyone took their seats, Umbridge stood up from behind the podium.

"Students, good afternoon." She said.

"Good afternoon..." Only a few people replied, their voices still very low.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Umbridge's face was full of smiles, "This is not acceptable, I hope you can answer 'good afternoon, Professor Umbridge' loudly and with a little vigor."

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge!" This time the voice was loud enough and orderly enough that Umbridge was clearly very satisfied.

"Very good, that's right."

"Put away your wands and your quills, please."

She took out a very short wand from her handbag, tapped on the blackboard behind her, and two lines of words appeared: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Back to Basic Theory.

"Your class has been intermittent and not systematic at all."

"For some unknown reasons, the teachers are constantly changing, and the level is also uneven. Many people have not taught according to the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic. This makes you far from reaching the standards that OWLs should achieve in the exam year."

"However, don't worry, this year we will be studying a well-organized, theory-centered, Ministry of Magic-approved Defense Against the Dark Arts course..."

Umbridge was talking about her teaching content, but the students below put on pain masks on their faces, and when she asked everyone to read the textbook silently, everyone seemed to have their souls sucked out.

In a daze, they even thought they were studying History of Magic.And unlike History of Magic, Professor Binns never cared if they slept in his class.

They have never liked this kind of course that requires long passages of reading. Perhaps it is the habit developed in the History of Magic class. Some people began to doze off, and their heads moved rhythmically, as if the next It will plunge into the thick "Magic Defense Theory" in front of you in seconds.

"Students, be more energetic. Don't forget that your foundation is very poor, but as long as you study according to the teaching plan I gave, I believe that you will all pass the OWLs exam smoothly."

"But Professor..." Umbridge said in her cloyingly sweet voice as soon as Stuart had finished speaking, "Hands up, Mr. Ackley. In my class, I want all the students to be thinking Raise your hand when you have to speak."

Upon hearing this, Stuart immediately raised his right hand, and Umbridge was obviously satisfied.

"Mr. Ackley, do you have any questions?"

"Professor, I don't understand why we have to read textbooks? If it is to pass the OWLs exam, I remember that there is a practical part of the exam. Reading books will not give us the ability to solve those dangers."

"You won't be in any danger," Umbridge replied with a smile, "especially in my class."

"But……"

"Hands up! Mr. Ackley!"

Stuart raised his hand unwillingly, but Umbridge didn't let him continue.

"Our latest learning plan is carefully designed and formulated by wizards from the Ministry of Magic who are much older and smarter than you. You will learn defensive spells in a safe and risk-free way..."

"Professor..." Stuart raised his hands high, but Umbridge didn't look at him, but turned his head the other way.But there were also many raised hands over there.

"What's your name, Miss." Umbridge seemed a little helpless, and called out someone at random.

"Mandy Bloch."

"Okay, Miss Bloch, what questions do you have?"

"As Stuart said just now, there is a practical part of the OWLs exam, and if we face attacks, there must be danger..."

"There!" Umbridge raised his voice, drowning Mandy's.

"I don't want to criticize the teaching methods of this school, but obviously, none of your professors in the past were competent..." She laughed, using that sweet and greasy voice, which made people feel extraordinarily harsh, "Especially there are dangerous half-human, half-beast...

Hearing this, everyone was rushing to express their protests, but Umbridge didn't care at all. Instead, he raised his voice again, which was a bit harsh.

"Dark wizards, liars, werewolves, and my ex, in the first class of school, it was like you showed those terrible magics, and it turned out that he was a notorious dark wizard?"

"It is not my intention to criticize the school for its mistakes in teacher selection, but it is clear that you have never met a professor who was truly competent."

"And in the final analysis, the existence of this magic school is to let students pass the exam. Learning theoretical knowledge can help you pass the exam better. This is what the Ministry of Magic believes." The smile on Umbridge's face was even bigger, But everyone felt that she was far more terrifying than Snape.

"You are from Ravenclaw College." Suddenly, Umbridge changed the subject, and after receiving an affirmative answer, she said, "As you all know, during the summer vacation, there was an extra person on the most wanted list of the Ministry of Magic. A young name."

"Ike Stride, I heard, is still a talented, smart young wizard, but what he does is not so smart."

"And, obviously, he has brought a lot of bad influence on you, that's why you are so rude..."

Umbridge's voice became thinner, and under the gaze of her big eyes, the kittens leaned back unconsciously, letting their backs press against the back of the chair.

This scene obviously made her very happy.

"Of course, you don't have to worry, I will eliminate those bad influences and bring this school back to normal."

"To do this, the first thing you have to do is to listen to me and strictly follow the study plan formulated by the Ministry of Magic."

"So, open the textbook and continue to silently read the basic theory of Chapter 1..." As she spoke, she clapped her hands and smiled brighter.

"Go ahead, gentlemen and ladies!"

(End of this chapter)