Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 290 Pink Toad

Halloween has passed, and Hogwarts is the same except for the addition of students from other schools in some classes.

Perhaps at the beginning, the professors were showing off their teaching because the students from other schools were attending the lectures, but as the students from other schools only focused on Bree's natural magic class, the other professors returned to normal.

And Brie did not give these people preferential treatment from the beginning, nor did she make up for the lessons they had missed because of their arrival.

There is only one person, Umbridge, and her current Defense Against the Dark Arts class is simply a large-scale flattery scene.

"Brie, you can't imagine that before, Umbridge's class was scripted and boring, but now she's smiling and flattering!" Draco, who had just finished his Defense Against the Dark Arts class, came to the corner to look for Bree.

He told all about Umbridge's performance in class.

"It's so embarrassing." Draco even thought of skipping class.

"If you don't want to go, don't go. You won't learn anything anyway." Bree said to Draco.

Umbridge's Defense Against the Dark Arts class has long been famous, and is rumored to be even more useless than Lockhart in the second year. At least Lockhart can amuse everyone from time to time and perform comedy.

"Oh, you are the Headmaster. With your words, I feel at ease." Draco smiled playfully, and he was ready to follow Bree's words.

Bree smiled and didn't care.

"I think those students from other schools will not take that useless Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Brie said while preparing the course for a while.

Draco shrugged.

"Umbridge may have a way. Have you forgotten her stupid identity as an investigator?"

Thinking of something, Draco laughed out loud: "Yesterday, Umbridge started to listen to other professors' classes. The first class was Professor Flitwick's. She actually took a measuring stick to measure Professor Flitwick's class in front of everyone. height……"

"Sorry, although it's rude, but I couldn't help it." Draco's face showed no apology at all.

Well, Brie has a headache.

"Hey, Bree, this seems to be Snape's class. Maybe Umbridge is listening in."

Bree's hands paused.

Forbidden Forest Contract...

With the help of the Forbidden Forest Covenant, a water curtain appeared in front of Bree, and Snape's Potions classroom slowly appeared on the water curtain.

At this time, Umbridge was sitting next to a Hufflepuff, holding a quill in her hand, writing something on the writing board.

Snape's face was extremely dark and his lips were pursed.

"I can't hear you. Is there anything you can do, Bree?" Draco stared at the water curtain and asked Bree.

The water curtain was seen shaking, and Umbridge's voice came from inside.

Umbridge smiled and raised her hands like a good student, but she did not wait for Snape's permission and said: "Professor Snape, do you have any language deficiencies? In this class, you broke sentences." There are too many places.”

"This will affect the little wizard's ability to receive knowledge."

Umbridge completely ignored Snape's cold eyes and stood up.

And get out of class was over at this time.

Snape was about to stride away, but was stopped by Umbridge.

"I heard that you served at Hogwarts for 14 years, right?"

Snape nodded imperceptibly, his face cold.

Umbridge smiled and said again: "I heard that you first applied to be a professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

"Yes." Snape's eyes flashed with impatience.

Umbridge hummed and said, "But I didn't apply."

Snape snorted coldly.

"Obvious."

"You seem to have a problem with me." Umbridge put away the writing board, raised her head arrogantly, pointed her nostrils at Snape, and said proudly: "But it's useless, because in addition to being a professor, I am also a professor. Senior Investigating Officer.”

Snape was silent.

Umbridge was not ready to let him go.

"I checked some information and found that you had a crush on a girl when you were in school. Is it true?"

Seeing that Snape remained silent, Umbridge continued: "I also heard that you were bullied when you were in school. This is... ugh!"

Umbridge swallowed and looked into Snape's dark eyes...

By the time Umbridge came to her senses, Snape had already left the Potions classroom.

Hufflepuff's Hannah Abbott was holding a small notebook excitedly. When Umbridge looked at her, she hurriedly arranged her homework pretending to be nonchalant.

……

"It's really surprising, this is big news." Draco watched Bree destroy the water curtain, but he was still amazed at the conversation between Umbridge and Snape just now.

"This is Professor Snape's private matter, so don't get involved," Bree reminded Draco.

Draco nodded, he also understood that according to Snape's character, if he found out that he knew the secret, he would definitely cause trouble for him.

"But look at that Aibo, she will probably do something." Draco meant it. Many people knew that Hannah Aibo aspired to become a famous reporter.

After getting such big news, she'll probably be tempted to spread the word.

Campus newspaper, this is the private area of ​​the Guardian Oude Club, and Aibo is the vice president of it!

Draco looked at Bree, but Bree paid no attention.

"Draco, I'm going to class."

Bree packed up her things and walked downstairs. Only then did Draco remember that they had class today.

Draco hurriedly followed Bree, bypassing him and running to the classroom. He didn't want to be late.

The natural magic classroom has been expanded a lot to accommodate a large number of students and teachers from other schools. Sometimes they will come here to listen to classes when there is nothing in the Hogwarts classroom.

When Bree entered the classroom, the noisy classroom instantly became quiet. The foreign students who were already familiar with Hogwarts sat down in an orderly manner, and the other little wizards sat upright.

It's not easy to mess with Bree during class.

Perhaps seriousness is a general description of the little wizard's state of mind during class.

Of course, class is actually very easy for Bri. As long as he completes the tasks in class and doesn't fall behind, Bri is very tolerant.

However, something is different today.

Bree glanced at Umbridge who was greeting teachers from other schools. Umbridge changed into a beautiful pink dress in a very short time. It seemed that he was not here to attend class, but to attend a dance.

The teachers at the foreign school were not stupid. They ignored Umbridge completely and allowed Umbridge to talk and brag to herself. They did not want to leave a bad impression on Bree in her class.

Umbridge seemed to react. She smiled sweetly at Bree and sat down in a very conspicuous position.

Bree placed the textbook on the podium and began to lecture.

The first part is a detailed explanation of the theoretical knowledge in the textbook, during which the students below can raise their hands to ask questions.

"Huh?" Brie looked down and frowned slightly.

"Excuse me, Professor Umbridge."

Umbridge stood up with a smile, and everyone turned their attention to her, which made her very excited.

"Ah, I am the senior investigator of the Ministry of Magic." Umbridge did not ask questions, but said this first, emphasizing her identity.

She pulled the writing board forward and stood in front of the lecture. Although she was in a low position, she still had her nostrils turned upward and looked at Bree confidently.

"I am a senior investigator of the Ministry of Magic." She reiterated her identity again, then turned to everyone and shrugged dotingly and smiled: "I understand the purpose of your coming. Of course, the Ministry of Magic and I recognize natural magic. exist."

"Hoho." Umbridge smiled and turned to look at Bree again.

"But please understand, because I have many things to do, I have to fulfill the tasks assigned to me by the Ministry of Magic in advance. Can I ask you a few questions, Professor Oded?"

The people below had frowned and looked at Umbridge with dissatisfaction, especially those from other schools. They were angry that Umbridge was wasting their and Bree's time and wasting teaching opportunities.

"Excuse me, Professor Umbridge."

Bree was curious what Umbridge would ask him.

Umbridge walked onto the stage. Although she was still not as strong as Brigaud, she seemed more confident.

"I heard that you were originally a fifth grader, but Dumbledore gave you permission to graduate. You didn't even pass the wizard level exam."

Umbridge said it very sharply, it was a failure rather than a failure to participate.

She intends to suppress Bree's prestige in front of outside wizards, just like Fudge suppressed Dumbledore's prestige.

Only in this way can she establish her prestige.

Umbridge looked at Bree expectantly, always looking for mistakes.

"Many wizards from other schools don't have such a thing as grade exams, but Professor Umbridge seems to be very respectful." Bree said calmly, without even looking at Umbridge.

"Pfft..." Some of the little wizards below laughed and said, "She is like a dog wagging its tail begging for mercy."

"I think it's more like a toad, a toad with a dog's tail."

Umbridge looked over his shoulder, but couldn't find who said it at all.

Umbridge squeezed her palms, looked at Bree and continued: "Really? I'm always friendly and like to talk to people."

"Then the next question, Professor Oude, I heard that you privately founded the Guardian Oude Club and the Fantasy Game Club when you were a student?"

Umbridge smiled, but there was calculation in her eyes. She had ideas about both clubs, and it was best to use them to her advantage.

"The formation of the club was the students' own idea, and I was not involved. Of course, the Odd family donated part of it to Hogwarts." Bree was a little impatient. This Umbridge would only talk about it. matter.

"Of course, of course, this is what the students think, but as a senior prosecutor, I have the power to make some changes."

Hearing Umbridge talk about changes, the little wizard below was full of dissatisfaction.

"She has already taken action against Quidditch, but she wants to take action against the Guardian Odd Club and the Fantasy Game Club!" Hermione gritted her teeth below.

Today is the fifth grade natural magic class, and because of Bri and McGonagall's discussion, they have started allowing students from the four houses to take classes at the same time.

The little wizards below were chattering because of Umbridge's words. You must know that the Guardian Odd Club and the Fantasy Game Club are definitely one of the largest clubs in Hogwarts.

Especially in the Fantasy Game Club, almost every little wizard I know knows how to use it.

"Stop, be quiet!" Umbridge patted the lecture in front of Bree like a person in power, making the little wizards look at her in shock.

"Very good." Umbridge's smile deepened, she tilted her head and said dotingly: "Don't let outside guests think that Hogwarts does not have a good learning environment, children."

Brie lowered her eyes,

"Are you finished, Umbridge?"

Umbridge didn't seem to hear Bree's coldness. She smiled and said: "There is one last question."

Before Bree could respond, she said: "I heard that you were bullied on campus when you were in first grade, kicked out of the lounge by some unfriendly little wizards, and finally in the corner building, which is where you are now. Spent half the semester in the office..."

"It's true... Gua Gua Gua!" Umbridge said with great excitement. She could already imagine herself suppressing Bree's reputation and being complimented by outsiders.

But before she could recover, she felt her body falling.

With a snap, she fell to the ground.

A pink toad!

"Quack quack!" What are you doing? I am the senior investigating officer of the Ministry of Magic. You will be punished and imprisoned in Azkaban!
Bree looked down at the pink toad on the ground.

He said coldly: "I should answer your first question again."

"The strong don't need exams, but you need to grow your brain."

Bree is not Dumbledore, and will not accommodate the Ministry of Magic.

He raised his hand indifferently and threw the pink toad out of the window.

"flutter!"

There is a Black Lake underneath, and Umbridge cannot die.

"Keep going."

There was silence in the classroom. Everyone could see that Bree was angry, but no one dared to offend Bree at this time.

Especially the little Slytherin snake, who wants to bury his head into the floor.

The fifth grade is the class that most feels the fear of Bree. In front of Bree, they have no say in the same grade and do not dare to stand up at all.

"Shabini, hee hee you..."

"Shut up, idiot." Shabini tried his best to bury his head and glared at Nott.

In the beginning, he was the one who pulled the strings and teased Bree. In the past few years, he has not dared to appear in front of Bree and tried his best to hide himself.

The other little snakes looked over, and Daphne pulled Nott. She didn't want to be offended at all.

Only then did Nott react. He smiled and looked at Bree with fear in his eyes.

Nott... is an extremely pure blood and a member of the Death Eater camp.

Voldemort is now resurrected, and many Slytherin snakes have received orders to join the Death Eaters after graduation.

Of course, there are also some timid purebloods, who are more likely to make money but not others.

……

Not long after, a frightening natural magic class ended, and the little snakes filed out. Only Draco stood up slowly and leisurely, and walked to Bree's side.

The other little wizards were also preparing to leave in an orderly manner, except for some people who were close to Bree. Of course, there was also the awkward Ron, but people from other schools didn't leave either.

Bree raised her head and said, "Only by not denying the past can we welcome the future. I will discuss Umbridge's matter with the Ministry of Magic."

Hearing that Bree was going to attack Umbridge, the little wizard's eyes lit up, especially Harry's.

But Bree continued: "Of course, only in natural magic classes."

Brie remembered that Mag had chatted with him privately during the previous meal.

Dumbledore has plans for Umbridge, and plans to use Umbridge to attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic so as not to interfere with Dumbledore's formation of the Order of the Phoenix.

Bree smiled and said nothing when she heard the little wizard's lament.

He lowered his head and thought to himself: It is not easy to train Dumbledore to become a real White Devil, so don't let him down.

The Order of the Phoenix must be spread all over the world, otherwise Dumbledore will not be able to fight Voldemort and Grindelwald who are gathering strength.

The White Demon King cannot do it by himself...

(End of this chapter)