[hp] Pride and Prejudice

After this summer vacation, the situation of the fifth grade students suddenly became tense.

After listening to the new speech of the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ola walked out of the lounge, and the students were seated clearly, neutral and neutral, Death Eater family and Death Eater family - Draco was sitting in the Death Eater In the middle of the disciple's family, the classmates next to him are all around him, full of stars.He was telling a joke, and Millicent next to him laughed desperately.

Seeing her figure, Draco moved his lips, but in the end, he brushed Lian aside without speaking.

"Ola," Allen beckoned to her, "sit here."

She groaned and sat down obediently.

There are also quite a few neutral students, but they are all quiet, reading with books - they are also a quiet group of people in school on weekdays, and they don't get involved in anything.

Ola sat there chattering in every possible way, Pansy was not there, she was educating the new students.

Aura had no choice but to imitate them, holding a copy of "Advanced Principles of Charms" while studying, but she couldn't read a single word.

She got off the train and it was like that, too boring, no flirting with her boyfriend, no gathering with her friends, laughing loudly at the strange way the freshmen squirmed into the station.

But no more.

She had broken up with Draco, and it could be said that she had Nott, Goyle, and Crabbe by the way.Orla and Pansy are out of the sixsome, and they can never get together again.

Ola glanced at the book, the text in this book was twisted weirdly, the more she read it, the more upset she became, and she went straight to the dormitory.

The dormitory has a dusty quietness.

She let down her hair after the shower, and fell asleep smelling the scent of orange blossom.

The next day, the class schedule was full, two classes on potions, history of magic, divination, and two classes on Defense Against the Dark Arts.

She was pulled up by Pansy early in the morning. Fortunately, the Potions classroom was close to them, and the two of them took a seat. The cool wind brought by Professor Snape woke them up.

Ola and Pansy didn't dare to slack off anymore. They cut the ingredients by themselves and cooked the potion by themselves, but the final product was poison.

Professor Snape clicked his tongue, "Unfortunately, I actually want to give this score to the students of my college."

His fingers quickly drew on the paper, Ola bowed his head nervously, and found that he had written an A (Acceptable).

Isn't it the same as before?

Ola had no choice but to put on a distraught look, and took Pansy, who hadn't put on a good expression, back together, and they both turned around with snickering faces.

"Still laughing?" The voice behind him was cold, "I don't want my students to get such poor scores in OWLs."

They both ran away quickly.

"I can't imagine," Ola said in History of Magic class, "that school is so busy just after the start."

Pansy whispered, "Isn't this the year of OWLs? I remember Delian told me that one of his female classmates broke out chickenpox this year because of too much pressure."

Ola's focus is not here.

"You still remember what Delian said to you?" She was surprised, "Is he so important to you?"

Pansy waved her hand, "It's first love."

Ola thought about it, maybe.

Maybe this candy will be greener, but the sweetness of love is still beautiful.

She looked at the timetable, only the last lesson was with Gryffindors.

I hope the new professor is better at speaking.

Ola thought.

But apparently she was partly right, Umbridge really didn't have to talk.

Because she wants them to follow the textbook.

Almost as soon as they walked in, the middle-aged woman in pink began to show them off——

"Students, good afternoon!" She said after the whole class sat down.

Several classmates muttered "good afternoon" in reply.

"Tut, tut," said Professor Umbridge, "that's not going to work, is it? I would like your answer to be:" Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge. 'Please do it again.Good afternoon, students! "

Ola and Pansy looked at each other inexplicably, got up obediently and said, "Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge."

"That's right," said Professor Umbridge's voice, "it's not too difficult, is it? Put away your wand, please, and get out your quill."

Ola didn't bring her books either, she just had her wand, but seconds later the new professor said: "...which unfortunately puts you far from where you should be in OwLs now, but that's a quick mistake will be corrected."

With a wave of her hand, "Course Objectives" was written on the blackboard

She asked, "Does every student have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's Theory of Defense Against Magic?"

There was a murmur of affirmation in the class.

"I think we're going to do it all over again," said Professor Umbridge. "When I ask you a question, I want you to answer 'Yes, Professor Umbridge.' or 'No, Professor Umbridge.' .' Again: Does everyone have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's Theory of Defense Against Magic?"

"Yes, Professor Umbridge," the class answered loudly.

"Very well," said Professor Umbridge, "I would like you to turn to page five and read 'Chapter One, Introductory Fundamentals'. Do not whisper while reading."

She left the blackboard and sat down in a chair behind the podium, staring at everyone with her tormelike eyes with drooping lids.

Ola quickly looked at Pansy, but their tacit understanding did not need to speak, Pansy handed over the book, they read the book aloud together, and then started talking at the same time.

"This teacher is really good at it," Pansy sighed. "He said the conditions at the beginning, and set up rules for us. It's worthwhile to work in the Ministry of Magic."

Ola stared at the book, "This teacher is definitely not easy to mess with."

Sensing her presence, they shut their mouths tacitly, waiting for Umbridge to leave by himself.

The new professor seemed to be showing off his new shirt, walking up and down the classroom, Ola had never taught a class like this before, reading non-stop.

She looked back and saw that almost everyone's minds were drifting away.

Harry rested his head on his hands, nodding, almost falling asleep.

Ola couldn't help but sneered, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the situation on the Gryffindor long table. Granger didn't open the book, but folded his arms and stared at Umbridge coldly, with a disdainful look on his face. appearance.

Strange thing, she didn't study for one class?

Harry woke up with a sudden jerk of his head. He looked around and was surprised to see Granger too.

Later, almost half of the students in the classroom looked at her, even Draco, who was determined to impress the new professor, stopped, and looked at her critically and strangely.

Only then did Umbridge pay attention.

"Honey, do you have any questions about the contents of this chapter?" she asked Granger, seeming to have just noticed her.

Granger nodded slightly: "No, not about this chapter."

"Oh, we're reading now," said Professor Umbridge, showing his small, sharp teeth. "If you have any other questions, we can talk about them after class."

Granger said in a bad tone, "I have a question about the objectives of your course."

The whole classroom gasped, because they had long felt that this kind of grammatical and cumbersome book was boring, but no one dared to speak out, only this one——even took notes seriously in Professor Binns' class The first dare in the whole grade.

Professor Umbridge raised his eyebrows: "What's your name?"

"Hermione Granger."

"Well, Miss Granger, I think these course objectives are very clear, if you read them carefully from cover to cover," said Professor Umbridge in a firm, cooing tone.

"I don't think so, though," said Hermione bluntly, "it doesn't say a word about using defensive spells."

After a brief silence, many students in the class turned their heads and carefully looked at the three curriculum goals that were still written on the blackboard.

"Using defensive spells?" repeated Professor Umbridge with a chuckle. "Gee, I can't imagine a situation in my class that would require you to use defensive spells, Miss Granger. You wouldn't think that Will you be attacked in class?"

"Can't we use magic?" Weasley chimed in.

"In my class, students must raise their hands before they want to speak, you are—"

"Weasley." He raised his hand quickly.

Professor Umbridge laughed even more horribly: "What, Miss Granger? Do you have any other questions?"

"Yes," Granger said, "the overall aim of Defense Against the Dark Arts should of course be to practice defensive spells, shouldn't it?"

"Are you a Ministry-trained education specialist, Miss Granger?" Professor Umbridge asked in her cloyingly sweet falsetto.

Granger shook his head: "No, but—"

"Well, I don't think you are qualified to judge what the 'overall goal' of any course is. Our latest study plan was devised by wizards much older and wiser than you. A safe, risk-free way to learn defensive spells—”

"What's the use?" said Harry, his voice cold, backing up his friend. "If we're attacked, it won't be in a—"

"Hands up! Mr. Potter!"

Harry raised his hands, but Umbridge repeated his old tricks, not looking at them, maintaining a semblance of peace.She smiled sweetly, with fine lines and wrinkles.

Ola didn't even want to attend the class, so she held hands with Pansy in the underground and played games.

But then, another Gryffindor stood up: "Professor Lupine is the best teacher we have ever met!"

"Merlin," Pansy sighed, "this is a Gryffindor house."

Ola smiled, "How brave."

She turned her head again and saw Harry staring at Umbridge with sharp eyes, showing a very dissatisfied look.

"So, according to you, Cedric and I were bought by Voldemort to deceive you?" he sneered.

This time even the Slytherin students were shocked. For a moment, they didn't know whether to start with this address or the mocking tone. All in all, this sentence temporarily shocked the whole class.

Professor Umbridge's face was expressionless, but then she said in the softest, sweetest little girl's voice, "Come here, Mr Potter, dear."

Ora stared closely at Harry as he walked by, handing him a roll of pink parchment as Umbridge had written the message.

She smiled coquettishly: "Honey, take this to Professor McGonagall."

Their dean shouldn't embarrass him, after all, it belongs to a college, Ola thought.

Until the end of get out of class, the students were still talking about the behavior of the Gryffindors, and they had different opinions, but none of them felt that they were full of courage (or recklessness). Up the long stairs to the second floor, follow Weasley and Granger.

"Is Harry out?" she asked.

Granger turned around, and his tone was much better: "Professor McGonagall will not make things difficult for him, best wishes."

"I still have something to do," Ola said hastily, "please tell him I'm worried about him."

She turned and walked away, but Weasley was still there, seemed surprised that the words came out of her mouth, and finally Granger had to grab his ear: "Ron! Don't be stupid!"

When he returned to the lounge, Draco was still occupying the middle with his legs crossed, his head up, his dazzling blond hair trembling, he was talking to his new friend next to him, and Goyle and Crabbe were still eating , while Theodore was sitting on the side of the sofa, quietly writing the plan—it must be about the review of the OWLs exam.

Ola's stomach was shaking, and she couldn't help thinking about the past.

She kept saying that she and Theodore couldn't be friends, that he was too boring, but she still meant it in her heart.Theodore cares about them, he just doesn't like to express it, his expression is in action.

Ola restrained herself from looking again, she almost fled back to the dormitory and took the planner given by Allen.

"Your brother just won't let us breathe," Pansy complained.

Soon, Ola felt that she had too much free time before—it was because of free time that she fell in love and worried about her friends, because the fifth grade was too busy, there were too many classes to finish, and the rest time was quite short.

Her homework consisted of four ten-inch pieces of parchment a day.

Ola shuttled through the library every day, occasionally seeing Granger, and they would nod their heads to show their friendship.

Although Pansy is different from her—she is a prefect, but she doesn't care much about the freshmen, but reviews with Ola, but because the two of them are too familiar, they often talk during the review, so they have to speak bluntly set a lot of strange rules.

For example, whenever they speak, the notebook will slap them both.

At the end of this week, Ola not only failed to review one-third of the first grade, but her lips turned red.