Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Think about it, in other places, promotions and dismissals of full-time positions are all taken up by deputies, but the position of Minister of Magic was vacant and the position was given to the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, so it goes without saying how insignificant this deputy position is.

As for Umbridge's other position - Senior Inquisitor of Hogwarts, this cannot be made public.

As a non-direct and non-regulatory department, why do you send people to investigate a unit of the same level?

Saying "Fudge, you have such great authority" is already a polite gesture.

All I can say is that Fudge was really carried away this time.

The reason why Dumbledore didn't punish him was really because he was kind enough and didn't care about it.

If it was Dudley, he would have taken it off long ago.

So he left the matter to Harry and the others without any worries.

He was really curious about how far Fudge would go.

Umbridge's face on the podium kept changing, sometimes white, sometimes red, sometimes blue, just like a toad that could change color, which was very funny.

Unexpectedly, after a moment of silence, Umbridge still showed a disgusting smile on her face: "Well, Draco said it very well, let us all applaud and welcome him."

Although this person is not very capable, she is really patient.

If you know her story, you will know

"So can our Mr. Malfoy sit down and listen?"

This time it was Draco's turn to change color slightly. The other party's attitude made him feel awkward.

Can you tolerate this?

If Umbridge really made a big fuss, it would actually be the easiest to deal with, but if she chose to endure it, even Draco would have no reason to attack her.

Dumbledore would not complain to the International Confederation of Wizards; if he had wanted to do so he would have done it long ago.

Moreover, a real conflict between the two might be what Voldemort wants to see.

Anyway, as long as Umbridge said she was just joking, nothing would happen to her.

The most important point is that there is nothing wrong with Umbridge herself. As the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, she decides what teaching materials she wants to use and what teaching methods she uses.

The only thing to blame is Dumbledore for hiring her as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

As long as the professor performs her duties normally and does not act irresponsibly, the disciplinary group cannot do anything to her.

"Ms. Umbridge, if you continue to use such nonsense, I will not consider you qualified to teach us."

Harry couldn't hold it in any longer, his green eyes filled with anger.

Harry felt very guilty for not being able to help Dudley in the final level of the Goblet of Fire in his fifth year, so he was eager to become stronger. He was the most serious and hardworking one studying with Grindelwald during the holidays.

However, he couldn't accept the fact that he had to waste his time on such boring theoretical courses which were of no help to his strength growth.

There's no time left!

"If you want to pass the OWLs exam, I think you should listen to the advice of an elder like me."

Umbridge paid no attention to what Harry said.

Say what you will, as long as she is not expelled by Dumbledore, she is a professor at Hogwarts.

"We don't need it." Hermione stood up and said without showing any weakness.

What she hated most was Umbridge's extremely perfunctory teaching method. Although she liked reading, she did not read every book in a rush. Books containing wrong content were what she hated the most.

"If you don't want to take my class, you can leave."

Umbridge said in a very irritating tone, "Dear, please don't disturb the other students, okay?"

Harry stood up decisively and left the classroom without looking back, and the other members of the discipline team followed closely behind him.

Umbridge smiled even more widely, her goal was achieved.

It’s too early to fight her. The first step is to drive away the disobedient students.

Although she would prefer corporal punishment.

But the smile soon froze as the few people left. The Gryffindor members followed closely behind, then Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. It was mainly because these little badgers were a little slow to react.

Slytherin was the most considerate and stayed for about five minutes longer but still left. No one was left behind.

Soon, there were only a few little wizards left in the huge classroom.

Umbridge could no longer maintain her self-proclaimed girlish smile, and stood on the podium with a grim face.

Really no respect at all

The fifth graders all skipped classes.

"I've never hated a professor so much. He's terrible. Even more maddening than that Lockhart guy."

Harry walked out the door, took a few deep breaths, and said with disgust.

"She was sent by the Ministry of Magic. It's obvious that Fudge is ready to extend his hand to Hogwarts."

Draco leaned against the window and said, "So don't expect her to teach us anything."

"Brother D said he hopes we can solve it ourselves." Neville said dejectedly.

He used to follow Dudley and do whatever he was told to do. But now that Dudley is not here, he feels unsure.

"Let's not disturb him." Hermione took over Neville's words and said, "He has more important things to do now."

Dudley was not in the classroom, nor did he come out with Harry and the others. No one even noticed when he disappeared.

Especially Neville. It seemed like I had just finished talking to him, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He even began to doubt whether the conversation with Dudley just now was an illusion.

"So what should we do now?" Ron looked around in confusion.

I'm a little uncomfortable not being in class.

The young wizards from the four academies following behind them also had confused looks on their faces and followed them out. What next?

"Since she is unwilling to teach, can't we learn on our own?"

"Self-study? What to learn? We have basically learned everything in the textbooks. We need a professor, an excellent professor."

Harry rolled his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. He thought of a good idea.

"Don't we have an excellent professor right now?"

"very talented!"

The actor who played Dumbledore (3-7) passed away yesterday

Chapter 364: Marvolo Gaunt's Ring

"What professor? Do you mean Snape?"

Ron didn't understand what was going on, and his first reaction was to let Snape serve as their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

He had always wanted this position.

Harry looked at Ron without saying anything. He just sighed, patted his shoulder, and turned to the others and said, "If anyone wants to study with us, come over."

"Harry, what do you mean?"

Ron looked confused.

So in the Room of Requirement, a group of fifth-grade wizards began to practice Defense Against the Dark Arts under the remote guidance of a Den Den Mushi.

Principal's office.

One thin and one strong, one old and one young, sat face to face, staring at each other with big eyes.

Above, all the headmasters of Hogwarts were gathered together, discussing something in a low voice, while Fawkes was preening his feathers in his nest. After he had preened all his feathers, the two of them still maintained their original posture.

"Professor Dumbledore, this thing is dangerous. I think you should give it to me."

Finally, it was Dudley who broke the silence, but Dumbledore's expression changed slightly as soon as he opened his mouth.

Dumbledore: "."

Why do I feel like this is something I should be saying?

Am I the headmaster of Hogwarts?

There was a ring on Dumbledore's desk.

A ring inlaid with a jet-black gemstone, with a surname engraved on the ring - Gaunt.

"Leave it to me, Professor Dumbledore."

Dudley looked at the old headmaster with burning eyes. He had recently discovered that something was wrong with Dumbledore, and then he found the ring.

"Dumbledore." Dumbledore's blue eyes kept flashing, and he was having a fierce ideological struggle in his heart.

This was the first time in the last few decades of his life that he had the urge to claim something as his own.

"You should know that it can't fulfill your wishes."

Dudley emphasized.

"I know, of course I know," Dumbledore murmured, trying to look away from the ring.

"But even if it's just an illusion, I want to see it. Even just once."

Dumbledore could take everything lightly, but he could not let go of what happened to his sister.

The ring on the table seemed to be emitting immense temptation, as if someone was constantly whispering in her ear.

Wear it, wear it, and you can see anyone you want to see.

If it weren't for Dumbledore's incredible perseverance, someone else would have worn it long ago.

"I'm sick!"

Dudley glared at the ring with great impatience.

It's not like someone is whispering something, but the ring is literally whispering in your ear.

"If you keep pushing me, I'll smash it for you."

Dudley stared at the ring with a fierce look on his face.

However, the ring ignored Dudley and the bewitching voice still lingered in his ears.

then

Dudley silently pulled a locket from his pocket.

He squeezed the golden pendant box with a little force, and several cracks immediately appeared on it. Countless black smoke overflowed from the box again, and the box also let out a shrill scream.

I don’t know if it really listened to Dudley or what, but this time, the mysterious whisper really disappeared.

Dudley nodded in satisfaction and put the locket in his pocket.

"How did you get it?"

Dudley turned his attention to Dumbledore.

Without that bewitching voice, Dumbledore was in a much better state. At least he didn't look at the ring from time to time. "It's very strange. One day it inexplicably appeared on my path and I happened to find it."

"Hogwarts?"

"No, at the Ministry."

Dudley breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and then sighed.

"To deal with you, Senior Tom really went to great lengths."

It has to be said that Voldemort really discovered Dumbledore's weakness and threw out a bait that he absolutely could not refuse.

Resurrection Stone.

One of the three legendary Deathly Hallows, it is said to be able to ignore the rules of death and summon the souls of deceased relatives, allowing them to survive in an alternative form.

In fact, one can only summon a phantom that looks like a relative, and the so-called soul is just a false illusion.

"This ring really cannot be kept with you. All Horcruxes can be kept except this one."

"you do not believe me?"