Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Wow, you are amazing, Minister!"

Bart was flattering the pink toad, and Umbridge was flattered to the point of being flattered. She had now forgotten that she was merely the Deputy Minister, and that it was Fudge who named her privately, and that few officials in the Ministry of Magic knew about this appointment.

"Be humble, be humble, I am only a little bit better."

Some students passing by looked at Bart with contempt, while others looked at him with a little admiration. These two looks came from different people, one was too naive, and the other was too vulgar.

"By the way, please take a letter to Minister Fudge for me." Umbridge put emphasis on the word 'minister', and this conversation stopped Lockhart, who was passing by. He looked around, then sat on a bench beside the corridor, pretending to read a copy of The Daily Prophet.

"minister!"

Bart exclaimed, even though Fudge was servile and obedient in front of Dumbledore, in fact, the British Minister of Magic was a very important leader in the eyes of others, and he could even only be seen in newspapers.

Umbridge's vanity was greatly satisfied. "Yes, you can write your name on it so that the Minister can help you."

She said this in a slightly condescending tone, but in fact this honor had already made Bart extremely excited. For pure-blood families, especially the Malfoy family, it might be on par with the minister, or even slightly higher in secret, but for a marginal wizard like him who had fallen into decline and could not find a job after graduation, this was definitely a very good way out.

Bart ran out in a hurry with Umbridge's letter in his hand, and accidentally revealed his whereabouts while running, "Alas - what should I do..."

Lockhart, who was sitting on the bench, chuckled. He seemed to have no intention of pretending to be a money-grubber, power-hungry villain. The sudden flight he made just now was something that an ordinary wizard could not do. The little wizards who witnessed that scene in the auditorium gathered together and quietly looked at Lockhart who was reading a newspaper.

"He is so handsome, and that move just now was so powerful." This was a compliment to Yan.

"Indeed, as far as I know, there are only a few wizards in the world who can master the technique of levitation, and Headmaster Dumbledore is one of them."

There were a lot of exclamations coming from all around.

The noise here attracted Umbridge, who was in a good mood. She looked at Lockhart who was posing on the bench. His handsome face dazzled her for a moment, but it was useless.

Soon, boundless regret filled her heart. She was just a half-blood wizard, but how could she have fame, wealth, and write a few novels, and she didn't know whether they were true or not? She could even be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

Look at those who have served before. At the very least, Sirius was the last heir of the pure-blood Black family. Going back further, there was Horace Slughorn, whose power should not be underestimated. Even Snape, the half-blood with dirty blood, was one of the best potion masters in the world.

Umbridge was now eyeing this position covetously. She always felt that this position originally belonged to her. This feeling came inexplicably and extremely strongly, causing her original good impression of Lockhart to disappear completely.

Especially since many people around him admire him, it would be better to use him as an example to scare the monkeys and to rectify the professors in today's schools.

At this moment, Harry's figure suddenly appeared in front of her, which made her shiver all over. The memory of that house was too terrifying, but every time she wanted to open her mouth, her throat would be strangled by an inexplicable force.

Umbridge was very ruthless. She had gotten to this position with her humble status, not just by flattering others. She had to be bold, ruthless, and cruel (Umbridge called herself that). Any less was needed.

"Hello, Professor Lockhart. I've heard that you have your own unique style of lecture. Can I go to your class the day after tomorrow?"

Umbridge said with a smile. She knew from communicating with some students that their worst class now was the so-called Defense Against the Dark Arts class. She heard that their textbooks were actually the autobiography of the person himself, which was really ridiculous.

Lockhart's eyes moved away from the Daily Prophet and fell lightly on Umrich. He was not very strong, but he was very arrogant.

Umbridge felt that she was being ignored. Why did he just stare at her for so long without saying anything? Some voices came from the side, "Who is this person? Why is he giving orders to Professor Lockhart?"

Umbridge's face turned green. She had thought that after some introductions and a few days of wandering around the school, her identity should have been known to everyone at least. She didn't expect that there were still people who didn't know her. This made her feel like she had punched a cotton ball.

Lockhart chuckled, and this calm and relaxed feeling instantly controlled all the young wizards present.

Ron limped here, supported by Hermione. They were going to the school infirmary because Ron found that his heart was a little painful. He originally thought it was the sequelae of being frightened by the spider, but it kept persisting. This made Hermione, who had been laughing at Ron, not calm. Then the two of them supported each other and prepared to go to the school infirmary. They didn't expect to see such a lively scene on the way.

Umbridge was ignored. No one paid any attention to her at Hogwarts. She felt that she had lost face and could only make harsh remarks without any deterrent effect, saying that she would check the teaching quality of every professor. Then she fled. Every minute she stayed there made her feel ashamed, and her disgust for this place became even deeper.

"professor!"

The people around her acted as if they had won a battle. They might not have any ill will towards Umbridge herself, but acting arrogantly in front of a group of people who liked Lockhart would not have any good results.

"What just happened? Why is Lockhart so popular all of a sudden?"

Ron was a little puzzled, while Hermione looked at him with admiration. She took out a badge from her sleeve. Perhaps -

"Don't try it. How could the professor accept your invitation?"

There was absolutely no way Lockhart would accept an organization founded by a second-year wizard to protect house-elves, which had no benefits or members.

Hermione listened to Ron's advice a little bit, and decided to wait until everyone left before telling the professor, or she could talk to the professor after class. But now it would be better to send Ron to the school infirmary as soon as possible.

She looked at Ron with concern.

Ron took a deep breath as he watched Hermione, who kept looking back even after she left. She still didn't understand what he had just said.

Forget it, Ron sighed. He might as well get in touch with this professor who was a fool in his previous life. How could he have changed so much?