Chapter 185 Pink Terror
When Umbridge finally finished her tirade and Dumbledore stood up again to announce the time for Quidditch selections, the auditorium erupted in cheers and applause that were even louder than during last year's Triwizard Tournament.
Seeing this, Umbridge's face didn't change much, it was still full of smiles.
This scene was seen by Stewart and others, and they couldn't help but feel chills in their hearts.
"You're right, Anthony, this is not a simple person." Stewart said softly, while the others nodded subconsciously.
Although he seems very unreliable on weekdays, only those who have been with him for a long time know that Stewart is a rough and delicate person.Being careless is a cover-up, otherwise he wouldn't be the gossip king of Ravenclaw.
When it comes to attention to detail, Stewart is unimaginably sharp.
Because of Ike's departure, Anthony and Michael moved into Stuart and Terry's dormitory, leaving their two dormitories free for new students.When I returned to the dormitory, my luggage had already been put away by the hard-working house elves, and I just needed to put it away for a while before I could rest.
"I'm really not used to it." Lying on the bed, Stewart murmured.
"It's all the same." Anthony yawned, "Looking at today's situation, we probably won't have a share in this year's Academy Cup."
"Yes, without Ike, Hermione would probably be ranked first in the grade." Terry also sighed, "Besides, after Roger graduated, the strength of our Quidditch team was also weakened."
"Are there any great newcomers this year?"
"I haven't heard of it," Anthony replied, "It doesn't seem like there are any outstanding ones."
"Sleep, sleep, don't think about this anymore, it's too bad." Stewart muttered, yanking the quilt to cover his head.The others sighed when they saw this, closed their eyes, and slowly fell asleep.
The next day, Hogwarts entered into intense learning, especially for fifth graders like them.
The string that has been tightened by professors since the third grade has finally reached its tightest point.In the first Potions class, Stuart and the others felt obvious changes.
Snape was even more cold-blooded.
He seems to have evolved, and his words have become more vicious. Anyone who makes the slightest mistake will be scolded bloody by him.
"If you continue to be so lax, you will definitely not get the Potions certificate 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 what you learned in the first grade, but what’s in your brains is troll excrement!”
In just one class, five or six people cried, three collapsed, and the rest looked hopeless.
No one can get a more pertinent evaluation from Snape. In his mouth, everyone is a waste.
After walking out of the Potions classroom in despair, Stuart and the others headed to their elective classrooms.This time it will be much better, but the professors' words are full of urging and urgency, making people unconsciously nervous.
During lunch, the fifth-year students in each college basically looked the same, eating their meals listlessly and walking back to the dormitory listlessly, like walking corpses.
A few years ago, those in fifth grade didn't pay much attention to it. When it really happened to them, they suddenly realized that compared with their seniors, their ability to withstand stress was too weak.
The first period in the afternoon was Defense Against the Dark Arts. The fifth years of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were the first to attend, followed by Gryffindor and Slytherin.
When Stuart and the others walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with bewildered faces, Umbridge was already sitting behind the podium.She was still wearing the fluffy 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 agreement from others, even though they had already done this scene in the auditorium last night.
People gradually arrived, and everyone was silent. After everyone was seated, Umbridge stood up from behind the podium.
"Good afternoon, classmates," she said.
"Good afternoon..." Only a few people replied, and their voices were still very low.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Umbridge said with a smile on her face, "That won't work. I hope you can answer 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge' louder and with a little more energy."
"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge!" This time the voice was loud enough and neat enough, and Umbridge was obviously very satisfied.
"Very good, that's right."
"Please put away your wands and get out your quills."
She took out a short wand from her handbag and tapped it on the blackboard behind her. Two lines of words appeared: Defense Against the Dark Arts, back to basic theory.
"This course of yours has been intermittent and not systematic at all."
"For some unknown reasons, teachers are constantly changing, and their levels are also uneven. Many of them have not taught according to the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic. This makes you far from reaching the standards you should reach in the OWLs examination year."
"But don't worry, this year we will be studying a carefully arranged, theory-centered Defense Against the Dark Arts course approved by the Ministry of Magic..."
Umbridge was describing her teaching content, but the faces of the students below all wore masks of pain. When she asked everyone to read the textbook silently, everyone felt as if their souls had been sucked out.
For a moment, they even thought they were studying History of Magic.Unlike History of Magic, Professor Binns never cared whether they fell asleep in his class. ???.
They had never liked this kind of course that required reading for long periods of time. Perhaps it was due to the habits they had developed in the History of Magic class. Some of them began to doze off, their heads moving rhythmically, as if they were next. In seconds, you will dive into the thick "Magic Defense Theory" in front of you.
"Students, please be 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 you will all pass the OWLs exam smoothly."
"But Professor..." As soon as Stewart finished speaking, Umbridge said in her sweet voice, "Raise your hands, Mr. Ackley, in my class, I hope all the students are thinking Raise your hands when you want to speak.”
Upon hearing this, Stewart immediately raised his right hand, and Umbridge was obviously very satisfied.
"Mr. Akler, do you have any questions?"
"Professor, I don't understand why we need to read textbooks? If it is to pass the OWLs exam, I remember that there is a practical exam part. Reading books will not give us the ability to solve those dangers."
"You will be in no danger," Umbridge replied with a smile, "especially in my classroom."
"But……"
"Raise your hands! Mr. Akler!"
Stewart raised his hand reluctantly, but Umbridge did not let him continue.
"Our latest learning plan is carefully designed and formulated by wizards in 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..." Stewart raised his hands high, but Umbridge did not look at him, but turned her head to the other side.But there were also many raised hands on the other side.
"What's your name, miss." Umbridge seemed a little helpless and called someone at random.
"Mandy Bloch."
"Okay, Miss Bloch, do you have any questions?"
"As Stuart just said, there is a practical part in the OWLs exam, and if we face an attack, there will definitely be danger..."
"Okay!" Umbridge raised her voice, suppressing Mandy's voice.
"I don't want to criticize the teaching methods of this school, but it is obvious that none of your previous professors were competent..." She laughed, with that sweet and greasy voice, but it made people feel particularly harsh. "Especially when there are dangerous half-humans and half-animals...
Hearing this, everyone expressed their protest in various voices, but Umbridge didn't pay attention at all. Instead, she raised her voice again, which was a bit harsh.
"Dark wizard, liar, werewolf, and my ex, you showed those terrible magics in the first class of school, and later it turned out that he was a notorious dark wizard?"
"I don't mean to criticize the school's mistakes in teacher selection, but it is obvious that you have never encountered a truly competent professor."
"And in the final analysis, the purpose of this magic school is to allow students to 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 became even bigger. But everyone felt that she was far more terrifying than Snape.
"You are from Ravenclaw House." Suddenly, Umbridge changed the subject. After getting a positive answer, she said, "As you all know, during the summer vacation, there was an additional person on the wanted list of the Ministry of Magic. Young name.”
"Ike Strider, I heard, is still a genius and smart young wizard, but what he does is not that smart."
"And, obviously, he has brought a lot of bad influence to you, so you are so rude..."
Umbridge's voice became shrill, and under the gaze of her big eyes, the eaglets unconsciously leaned back and pressed their backs 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 achieve this, the first thing you have to do is listen to me and strictly follow the study plan set by the Ministry of Magic."
"So, open the textbook and continue to read Chapter 1 Basic Introductory Theory silently..." As she said this, she clapped her hands and smiled brighter.
"Let's begin, gentlemen and ladies!"