Harry Potter and the Temple of Tales

After saying goodbye to the Weasley brothers, Louis walked to the third floor of the castle.

This was Umbridge's first class. No one knew what she was like in class, so when Louis entered the classroom, the Slytherin students and the Gryffindor group were sitting lazily.

Together.

They used their magic wands to turn a piece of paper into a little bird, which flipped back and forth in the classroom, making it very lively.

Colin was already sitting with Ginny. Louis came later and sat next to Astoria in the back row.

"Why are you here so late?"

"Something delayed me." Lewis smiled, "Why haven't classes started yet?"

"The teacher named Umbridge hasn't come yet." Astoria shook her head, with a hint of disgust in her eyes.

"I think there is something wrong with her. Dad also hates her. He says she is the worst Deputy Minister of Magic in the past few years. I really don't know why the Ministry of Magic would send such a person to Hogwarts..."

"You were familiar with her before?"

"I haven't seen her, but my father often deals with her." Astoria shook her head, and just as she said this, the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom opened.

Professor Umbridge was wearing the pink cardigan from the night before, with a black swan-like bow on her head, like a toad with a cloud on its head.

As soon as she entered the door, she waved her magic wand and burned the paper birds flying in the sky into a ball of ashes, which made the playful students' faces suddenly fall.

"Good morning, classmates."

She walked to the podium from behind, raising her head, looking extremely condescending.

Louis even smelled an extremely strong perfume from her side, which was very pungent.

"Good morning, professor."

Some students answered lazily, looking very messy and lifeless, which made Umbridge a little unhappy.

"Tsk, tsk." She shook her head, "This is not good, there is no vitality at all. Haven't you learned etiquette? You should say like this: 'Good morning, Professor Umbridge!'"

What she said was raised by two notes, which startled some of the students who were dozing off.

"Good morning, Professor Umbridge!"

"It's not loud enough. It seems that the breakfast at Hogwarts is not very rich. You are not full. Try it again!"

"Good morning, Professor Umbridge!"

This sentence was a bit neater than before, because they were afraid that if they didn't pass, this toad might make them practice for a whole class.

"Very good, that's right. It's not difficult, right?"

Umbridge regained her sweet voice.

"Now, put back your wand and take out your quill and textbook."

The students below were stunned. They suspected that they heard "take out the wand" as "take the wand away" because in the past two years, the two Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers were very practical.

But now Umbridge suddenly asked them to take back their wands, which made them very uncomfortable.

After a few seconds, when they saw Umbridge actually holding the book in her hand, they really felt that they had heard correctly.

The students put away their wands reluctantly, and took out the quills and papers they had prepared in their bags. Some students did not bring these things with them at all, so they had to borrow them from their classmates.

When everyone was ready, Umbridge pointed at the blackboard with her wand and wrote a few words on it: Basic Principles of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Students, have you always felt that this class is intermittent and unsystematic, and the teachers often change?" Umbridge's upright posture made her look very serious.

"That's because this course is confusing. I looked through the materials from previous years, and unfortunately I saw that you learned almost nothing, and a lot of the content was not approved by the Ministry of Magic. If this continues

, by next year, it will be impossible for you to pass the ordinary wizard level exam."

Learned almost nothing? This sentence made it difficult for the students below to agree. Although the Slytherins did not like Lupin, they had to admit that he did have some abilities, and last year's Professor Moody was a real veteran.

Auror.

The students were a little restless. Only those students from Durmstrang listened attentively, but there was also a hint of contempt in their eyes.

Durmstrang is a school that focuses on practicality. When I heard that Umbridge only taught theory, I naturally wouldn't accept it.

"Of course, there are students from outside the school among you. I hope that after one year of exchange and study, you can spread this concept of Defense Against the Dark Arts to your school."

This is of course impossible, but fortunately, those Durmstrang guys are smart people and did not question Umbridge.

Now, Louis just hopes that those people will not have any prejudice against Hogwarts.

"Okay, everyone, I hope you remember these points. This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts must be reformed. We will study a theory-centered, well-designed course approved by the Ministry of Magic. Please copy these.

Come down."

She clicked on the blackboard again, and three lines of text suddenly appeared on it:

1. Understand the principles of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

2. Learn to identify situations in which Defense Against the Dark Arts should be used.

3. Learn to use black magic in real life.

The classroom was a little quiet, with only the rustling of quills, the students were writing something crazily, and Louis just pretended to draw something casually on the paper.

Two or three minutes later, when everyone stopped writing, she began to continue her lecture.

"Do you all have a copy of Principles of Magical Defense?"

"Yes, of course."

The students' answers were not uniform. Umbridge shook her head and said: "No, no, no, I don't think so. When I ask questions, I hope your answer is: Yes, Professor Umbridge."

.Or not, Professor Umbridge."

"One more time, let me hear your energy!"

"Yes, Professor Umbridge!"

The students almost tore off the roof. This scene reminded Louis of a pyramid scheme in the Muggle world.

"Very good. Now please turn to page five, chapter one. I hope you will finish reading it and start now without making other irrelevant noises."

Not surprisingly, Louis did think about how boring Umbridge's class would be. She read the textbook completely rigidly. Not only the students at Hogwarts, but also the students at Durmstrang had a rare expression on their faces.

The look of sleepiness.

It seems that the Hogwarts that Krum boasted about should not be like this.

Ginny and Colin were whispering about something, and Louis could imagine that it must be a complaint about this course.

"If you have any questions, please raise your hand to answer. I don't want there to be any back-and-forth discussions in the small group in my class."

Umbridge was naturally referring to Ginny and the others, but as soon as she finished speaking, Astoria beside Louis suddenly raised her hand.