Magical Studies at Hogwarts

When Umbridge finally finished her tirade and Dumbledore stood up again to announce the time for Quidditch selections, the auditorium rang out with louder cheers and applause than during last year's Triwizard Tournament.

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

Stewart and others saw this scene, and couldn't help but feel chills in their hearts.

"You're right, Anthony, this is not a simple man." 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. Carelessness is a cover-up, otherwise he would not become the king of gossip in Ravenclaw.

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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, and their dormitory was freed up for new students. When they returned to the dormitory, their luggage had been put away by the hard-working house elves, and they only needed

Set it down for a while and then 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 has also been weakened."

"Are there any great newcomers this year?"

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

"Sleep, sleep, don't think about this anymore, it's too bad." Stewart muttered, yanking the quilt over 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-year students like them.

The string that the professors had been tightening continuously since the third grade finally reached its tightest point. In the first Potions class, Stuart and the others felt obvious changes.

Snape is 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 OLS 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, but what’s in your brain is the excrement of a giant monster!”

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

No one can get a relatively fair evaluation from Snape. In his words, everyone is a waste.

After walking out of the potions classroom in despair, Stuart and the others went to their elective classrooms. This time it was much better, but the professors' words were full of urging and urgency, making people unconsciously nervous.

During lunch, the fifth-year students from each college basically looked the same, eating their meals listlessly and walking back to their dormitories listlessly, like zombies.

A few years ago, when I saw those in fifth grade, they didn't pay much attention to it. When it really happened to me, I 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 blank faces, Umbridge was already sitting behind the podium. She was still wearing the fluffy pink sweater from last night, with a black velvet bow on her head.

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"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 take 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 basics.

"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 OWS examination year."

"But don't worry, this year we will study 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. But 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 because of 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 OLS 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 can't understand why we need to read textbooks? If it is to pass the OWS exam, I remember that there is a practical exam part. Reading books will not enable us to solve those dangers."

"You will be in no danger," Umbridge replied with a smile, "especially in my class."

"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 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..." Stewart raised his hands high, but Umbridge did not look at him, but turned her head to the other side. However, there were many raised hands on the other end.

"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 OLS 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 for its mistakes in teacher selection, but it is obvious that you have never met 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 scarier than Snape.

"You are from Ravenclaw House, right." 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 a genius and a 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 silently read the first chapter of basic introductory theory..." As she said this, she clapped her hands and smiled brighter.

"Let's begin, gentlemen and ladies!"