[HP] End of Death

Harry and the others have always been puzzled as to why Dumbledore would have Umbridge as a professor who wouldn't let them use magic at all, and this morning, when they received the latest Daily Prophet, the question Finally have the answer.

The headline of the "Daily Prophet" printed a large photo of Umbridge, and below it was a line of big words:

Ministry of Magic seeks education reform - Dolores Umbridge named first Senior Inquisitor

"Umbridge - Senior Inquisitor? What's going on?" Harry frowned, half-eaten bread falling from his fingertips.

Hermione read aloud:

“…the Inquiry Officer will have the authority to scrutinize her fellow faculty members to ensure they are all up to standard. Professor Umbridge was offered this position in addition to her teaching position and we are pleased to report that she has readily accepted.

"... 'I am much more at ease now knowing that Dumbledore will be judged fairly and objectively,' said Mr Lucius Malfoy, 41, at his Wiltshire mansion last night,' Many of us who care about our children's best interests have been apprehensive over Dumbledore's erratic decision-making in recent years, and are now relieved to know that the Ministry of Magic is keeping a close eye on the situation.'…”

After she finished reading, she put her hands on the dining table and looked at Ron and Harry with piercing eyes, "Now I finally know why Umbridge was sent to us! Fudge forced her to send us through this 'education order'." Here we are! Now he's giving her the power to investigate other teachers!" She took a deep breath, "I can't believe it, it's shameless!"

"I know it's shameless." Harry looked down at the line on the back of his hand, which still had a faint white mark.

And Umbridge wasn't in the dark dungeon when they went to Potions class.Snape sent out the moonstone papers they wrote last week one after another, and Harry's paper was marked with a long and sharp "D" in the upper right corner.

"This grade I'll give you is what you'll get if you turn in something like that in your OWLs," Snape said, sneering in his ear, walking briskly among the class distributing home Assignment, "This should give you a clear idea of ​​what to expect on the exam."

Draco looked at the paper in his hand.It was the lowest mark he'd ever gotten in Potions - P, for Poor - if you didn't count the last disqualified grade.He knows why.

Harry happened to be locked up by Umbridge in those few days, and he waited outside the office with him almost every day.As long as Harry stayed inside, he stood outside for as long as he returned to the dormitory. He was so tired that he didn't want to do anything, let alone do his homework. There is no guarantee at all.

He thought Snape must have known, but so what.If he can't offer him some constructive advice, then it's best to shut up.Draco crumpled up the paper and stuffed it into his schoolbag, and began to prepare today's potion.

Although his condition is not good, the potion has been completed fairly well.Before leaving with Crabbe and Goyle, he took a look at the result Harry had submitted—although it wasn't a perfect emerald green, it was at least blue.Snape should give him an okay score.

It seems that he is doing better than he imagined.Draco smiled silently and left the classroom quickly.

In the following Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry got another week of confinement from Umbridge.

The cause was that Hermione suggested to Umbridge that she did not agree with the point of view in the book. She believed that jinxes were very effective in defense. Umbridge refuted her and deducted five points from Gryffindor.

"...the previous teachers who taught you this subject may have given you more freedom, but none of them could pass the Ministry of Magic investigation-except probably Professor Quirrell, at least he seems to only teach content suitable for your age -"

"Yeah, Professor Quirrell is a wonderfully good teacher," said Harry loudly, "only one small fly in the ointment is that he has Voldemort taped to the back of his head."

As soon as these words were uttered, the classroom instantly fell silent. Harry had never seen such a loud silence.Immediately afterwards——

"I think another week of confinement will help you a bit, Mr Potter," said Umbridge tactfully.

And in the afternoon's protection of magical beasts class, unfortunately, they saw this annoying woman again.

"You don't usually teach this class, do you?" Umbridge asked, standing next to Professor Graplan, holding her clipboard.At this time they came to the long trestle table, and the group of captured bowtruckles were scrambling to eat the woodcut, like countless living branches.

"Very correct," Professor Graplan put his hands behind his back, looking very capable, "I am a substitute teacher, temporarily replacing Professor Hagrid."

Harry exchanged uneasy glances with Ron and Hermione, and he looked towards Draco, who was looking at him at the moment, and turned his head quickly after meeting his gaze.

"Well," said Umbridge, lowering her voice, but Harry could still hear her very clearly, "I don't understand - the headmaster seemed oddly unwilling to give me any information on the matter - Can you tell me what has kept Professor Hagrid out of class for so long?"

"I'm afraid not," said Professor Graplan briskly. "I don't know any more than you do. I've only had a letter from Dumbledore in an owl asking if I'd like to teach for two weeks, and I accept." That's it. That's all I know. Okay... may I begin?"

"Okay, let's get started."

Umbridge took a different approach to this class, as she walked among her classmates, asking them about their knowledge of Fantastic Beasts.Most of the students answered well, which made Harry feel better. At least the whole class didn't embarrass Hagrid at the critical moment.

Draco looked sickly at the Bowtruckle on the table, he stretched out a pale and slender hand to touch the creatures with slender limbs and sharp claws, and glanced away from time to time.

He watched the short, fat woman weaving among the students, grinning on her ugly face, asking questions in her cloyingly sweet voice.Draco used to just think she looked disgusting, but now he was disgusted, disgusted, hated, and felt sick when he saw it.It wasn't because he was so supportive of Dumbledore, or sympathetic to Hagrid, nor was he against the Ministry of Magic.

It's just that when he saw her, he would think of the bloody words on the back of Harry's hand, which tortured him madly every day.

Of course, he hated himself too.But now, he still has to continue to do what he least wants to do.

"By the way, I heard that some students in this class were injured?" Umbridge walked to Goyle and asked with a smile.

Goyle grinned, and Draco immediately adjusted his expression and raised his hand: "It's me. I was scratched by a hippogriff."

"Hippogriff?" Umbridge repeated, making quick notes in his notebook.

"That's just because he was too stupid to listen to Hagrid." An angry voice came from behind.He turned his head in an instant, and Harry was glaring at him, with Ron and Hermione standing behind him, moaning.

He stared fixedly at him, looking at his pair of emerald green eyes that were shining brightly with anger, as charming as emerald gems.Yes, that's it... look at me and only me... don't look at anyone else.Even at this moment, he was still thinking absent-mindedly.

He was right... I was stupid, and stupid.

"I think, keep you in confinement for another night." Umbridge said softly to Harry, and then she turned to Professor Graplan, "Okay, thank you very much, Professor Graplan, I don't think I need any more Nothing else. You will receive the results of your investigation within ten days."

Draco clenched his fists secretly.