I'm playing a big knife at HP

How happy the summer vacation is, how miserable it is when the school starts, this is a truth known all over the world.It's just that Marciana didn't expect that this truth applies to both students and professors.

Originally, there was nothing wrong with the start of school, and she was able to see Minerva and the others often, which was quite happy when she thought about it, but she never expected that such a new colleague would come this school year.Dumbledore had notified them before, and Fudge put pressure on them. This year, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will be directly appointed by the Ministry of Magic.She originally thought that the big deal would be to send a pro-minister Auror to monitor and monitor Dumbledore, but she didn't expect it.

Dolores Jane Umbridge was sitting at the bottom of Dumbledore's head, whispering to him endlessly--I don't know where all these orders came from.

Sitting next to Snape, Marciana said bitterly, "...Are you kidding me?"

The entire staff was depressed, and even Professor Sprout couldn't laugh.

During the dinner, Marciana got mad and ate a particularly large piece of steak, and Snape, who was sitting next to her, couldn't help guessing that she was cutting the steak like Umbridge.Of course, it is also possible that she intends to fight when she is full.

After dinner, Dumbledore was speaking when Umbridge suddenly coughed twice and stood up to interrupt him.Surprise flashed across Dumbledore's face for a moment, but he sat down immediately, pretending to be listening.

Marciana glanced quickly at her colleagues—from the expressions of Minerva and Pomona, it seemed that Umbridge had deeply offended the two deans.Snape let out a cold snort from his nose, and Professor Flitwick could barely maintain a gentleman's attitude.

As for the students down there, they either fell asleep, whispered with mischievous expressions, or started chatting and doing their own thing.The only ones who were listening now and seemed to understand something were Hermione from Gryffindor, and - amazingly - Draco from Slytherin.It's just that the expressions on the faces of these two people are very different: Hermione looks serious, but Draco has a smirk on his face.

Umbridge spoke fluently on stage: "...because some changes work well, and others, in due course, will be found to be poor decisions. At the same time, some old habits will be There is nothing wrong with keeping it, and some habits are outdated and must be discarded...resolutely maintain what should be maintained, improve what needs to be perfected, and abandon those we should prohibit."

After speaking, she sat down.Dumbledore led the applause, and Marciana absently followed suit a few times.They all understood the implication of this long passage of bureaucracy: Umbridge would use the power of the Ministry of Magic to wantonly interfere with Hogwarts' teaching management methods, and even the appointment of teachers.As for what is obsolete, what is improved for the sake of progress, and what should be maintained, I am afraid it will be up to her to decide.

Not surprisingly, since Dumbledore said he would part ways with Fudge, Fudge had to show his power.Marciana didn't really care much about it, and Umbridge, of course, was very annoying, and probably made the year of school unpleasant, but compared with the situation outside the school, it was not a big deal.

It was Umbridge who caught her attention.

As she was leaving, she whispered to Snape, "Have you... seen her?"

Snape knew exactly what she was asking about "meeting": "...No. Her voice and figure are too recognizable, she is not." He turned his head: "Do you doubt her?"

"It's not so much suspicion as it is that she makes me shudder." She whispered, pulling him into her office: "Did you see her eyes? There is nothing but coldness... and Titus Roll is exactly the same."

Snape with empty eyes for many years: "..."

"You're different," she sighed. "I don't like her, but I'm not afraid of her. But I'm a little worried about her dealing with Harry, and the Ministry of Magic is very afraid of him now. When I face Umbridge, I feel like It's... like facing a sadist and a psychopath..." She bit her lip, "Don't you believe me, I'm not just saying that. I've seen her a few times before at the Ministry of Magic. Arras Tor told me that her father used to be a cleaner in the Ministry, but he disappeared when she entered the Ministry of Magic. I once heard a secretary ask Umbridge if he was related to the cleaner, and she Two days later, she inexplicably grew a face of dog hair, and was unable to say a word except barking...and she is still lying in St. Mungo's. Umbridge is an unscrupulous person, in order to achieve The purpose of climbing, she has no bottom line, she really can do anything. This kind of person is too easy to be bribed by mysterious people, as long as she is given power, she will torture and kill without hesitation."

"I see," Snape whispered. "I believe you. She makes me feel bad." He sneered. "Probably worse than a lot of real Death Eaters."

He frowned again: "As for Potter, she can't do anything to him blatantly. After all, he is still the famous Harry Potter. Besides, what's the matter with Potter, he won't talk to Minerva and Deng Did Bullido say that? Those two must be protecting him. You might as well worry about yourself if you’re worried about him, Umbridge will definitely start with the staff.”

Marciana knew in her heart that he was right, she just didn't want to show weakness, and mumbled something that I wasn't afraid of her.

Snape's judgment was so accurate that within a few weeks the news of Dolores Umbridge's appointment as the first Senior Inquisitor was on the front page of the Daily Prophet. Education Order No.20 No. [-] gave her the power to "review teachers and colleagues to ensure they all meet the standards".

"Great." Marciana said angrily, "They started making trouble while Dumbledore was away."

"Dumbledore can't help here, that power belongs to the Ministry of Magic," Snape whispered.

"Dumbledore will never allow her to mess around, just watch." McGonagall said firmly, her lips pursed into a blade, "I see how she plans to censor me."

"She's here." Sprout gave them a wink, and they all shut up, looking warily at the pudgy witch in a pink cardigan who was getting closer and closer.

"Cough, cough!" Umbridge cleared his throat.Several professors stared at her in silence. "Professor Larosa, I'm here to see you."

Marciana smiled sweetly, "What's the matter... Well, I don't even know what to call you, Senior Deputy Minister Umbridge? Professor Umbridge? Senior Investigator Umbridge? "

Umbridge seemed very proud of his long list of titles, but McGonagall and Sprout exchanged a narrow smile, and Snape pretended to turn around to look for something, and rolled his eyes fiercely.Umbridge didn't notice the eyebrows and lawsuits of the professors, so he said in a tone, "Oh, you don't have to pay attention to the status of the senior deputy minister at Hogwarts. Everyone is serving the cause of education. I am very easy-going. I'm a senior investigator."

"Then, Senior Inquisitor Umbridge, what can I do for you?" Marciana still asked with a smile.

"I want to inform you that I will grade you for the Muggle Studies class this afternoon. You are the first to be reviewed, don't you feel very honored, hehehe." Umbridge grinned like a little girl He giggled like a child, showing his sharp teeth.

"No problem, I'm waiting for you." Marciana nodded.

As soon as Umbridge left, McGonagall pulled her over and warned: "Don't worry, teach your class, ignore her. You are a very good professor, we all know that." The older witch narrowed her eyes threateningly. Staring at the far away pink figure: "I see what she dares to do to you!"

In the afternoon, Muggle Studies class.

"Today we will continue to explain modern Muggle technology. Last time we finished talking about modern military and aerospace technology, today we will explain modern communication technology..." Marciana conjured up "telephone, mobile phone, computer, Internet" on the blackboard " Waiting for the words, I was about to speak, but was interrupted by two coughs.

She continued unhurriedly: "To understand Muggle communication methods, we have to start with communication technology. Nowadays, the latest and most advanced technologies are optical fiber communication, satellite communication, and mobile communication... ..."

"Cough! Cough! Professor Larosa, I have a question!"

Several students looked at Umbridge who had walked to the center of the classroom, and Marciana could only say, "Please."

"How long have you been Professor of Muggle Studies?"

"This is the third year."

"Oh, your qualifications are a bit shallow..." Umbridge clicked his tongue and scratched hard on the writing board in his hand, "Dumbledore hired you?"

"Yes."

"Have you had relevant work experience before?"

"I was a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts before. I have two Muggle Studies certificates, OWL and NEWT, both of which are excellent."

"No relevant experience," Umbridge said loudly.

"Forgive me for disagreeing, Ms. Senior Investigator, I have lived among Muggles for a long time, and I think I have a good understanding of the customs and culture of the non-magical world."

Umbridge gave her a vicious gouged look, and looked around the classroom arrogantly: "Have you always had so few students in your class? It seems that your teaching has not aroused the students' interest in learning."

Several students fidgeted a bit, and a Hufflepuff girl said softly: "Professor Larosa's class is very interesting..."

Umbridge glared at her, and the child flinched and fell silent.

Marciana gave her a reassuring look: "There are limited opportunities for employment, and students' time is precious. Muggle studies is an elective, so it's normal that there are not many people."

"I noticed that you talked about a lot of content that is not in the syllabus at all, so what...portable electronics, bit stars, are not the teaching content stipulated by the Ministry of Magic at all."

"It is such a senior investigator, Madam, the Ministry of Magic's teaching materials have not been revised since the 20s. Let's use what we are going to talk about today. Although the telephone has not completely disappeared from the stage of history, the new communication technology And communication tools, such as mobile phones and the Internet, have become more and more widely used, and these are not in the curriculum. I think our graduates will not be able to do certain tasks if they do not understand these. Working with Muggles," Marciana said politely, "I think it's a reasonable extension of the curriculum."

"Whether it is a reasonable expansion is up to me!" Umbridge said roughly, looking around the students contemptuously, and fixed his eyes on the Hufflepuff girl who was trembling with fright just now, "You tell me Say, what is that star?" After speaking, she stared at her threateningly.

"Satellites are... to be precise, artificial satellites are a kind of spacecraft made by Muggles. Muggles send them into space, use them to observe the weather, observe the terrain, and... and communicate..." The girl knocked Finished stuttering.

Umbridge giggled exaggeratedly. "You mean Muggles don't use magic and put a big, heavy thing in the sky? Liar! Why doesn't it fall?"

"Because it has escaped the gravitational force. As long as its speed and the gravitational force of the earth exactly cancel out, it can revolve around the earth, which is the same as the moon not falling down." The tablemate of the Hufflepuff girl, a The girl with the ponytail said loudly, defending her friend.

Umbridge froze—she didn't understand.She gave the female student a hard look, then turned around and pointed to a Ravenclaw boy lazily lying on the table and asked, "Tell me, is Professor Larosa teaching well? Don't be afraid, in front of me You can tell the truth, I guarantee you will be fine."

"Very good. I chose Muggle Studies because of her." The boy was still lazily lying on the table, and glanced at her, "You can ask others to see if what I'm telling is the truth."

The other students nodded in agreement.

Umbridge was furious, and after scribbling a few times on the clipboard, she said, "Okay! You will receive your report in a few days." After she finished speaking, she left the classroom angrily and slammed the door behind her. There was a loud bang.

Umbridge's targeting of Marciana has since then been unabashed.Contrary to Snape's expectation, Marciana endured one by one, and he was always polite to her, and his words were impeccable—it was the first time Snape discovered that Marciana's bureaucratic accent could beat Beum Richie slipped away.Umbridge was half-dead with rage, but there was nothing he could do about her for the time being, except for writing her a very unfair and horribly bad report.

The stalemate between the two had been going on until that night when Marciana met Harry who had just come out of confinement.

It was just before curfew when Marciana ran into Harry in the corridor.Originally, she was supposed to be in the office at this time, but tonight she happened to be practicing a duel with Snape, and accidentally ran out of time, so she hurried back to the office to change clothes and prepare for the night watch.Harry had just come out of detention in Umbridge's office and was sprinting down the wall to Gryffindor Tower alone.Meeting Marciana head-on, the boy greeted her evasively and walked away quickly.

Marciana frowned—Harry had been a little anxious and irritable since he witnessed the tragedy of the Triwizard Tournament, and Marciana thought it was an inevitable traumatic stress reaction.But it's not so dejected, is it?

No, there seems to be blood in the air.

Marciana paused and turned around: "Stop, Harry."

Harry paused, as if hesitating for a second between obediently stopping and running away, and finally stopped.He turned around and hid one hand behind his back. "What's the matter, Professor Larosa? It's time for me to go back to Gryffindor Tower. It's curfew."

Marciana took a few steps closer, and the smell of blood became stronger: "Stretch out your hand."

Harry froze for a moment, then held out his left hand.

"Another one."

Harry hesitated for another moment, and finally slowly extended his right hand.A blood-soaked veil was messily wrapped around the back of his hand.

"Why didn't you go to the medical room immediately after you were injured, is it serious?" Marciana pulled him to the window, gently lifted the veil, "I'll help you stop the bleeding first..."

She froze.A line of blood on the back of the boy's hand was bubbling with blood—"I must not lie"—this was black magic damage.

"Who did it?" she heard herself ask.

"Professor Umbridge. I... I pissed her off and she put me in detention."

"Professor Umbridge," repeated Marciana softly, her voice like ice skates, "Professor Umbridge will regret it."

She clasped Harry's shoulder with one hand: "I'll take you to the medical wing."

"No need, I don't want to alarm the principal..." The young man seemed to realize that he had slipped his words, and quickly received: "...I mean, Madam Pomfrey."

"Oh, the headmaster isn't there, but we still have some others to alarm." She pushed Harry briskly towards the hospital wing—Harry noticed that Professor Larosa looked slender, but surprisingly strong—and raised With a wave of the wand, four silvery red deer jumped out of the wand.She said to the red deer: "Minerva, Pomona, Severus, Felius, please come to the medical room." The four red deer galloped away in different directions.

Harry was taken aback and protested that there was no need to disturb so many people, but Marciana completely ignored him.She practically carried Harry to the hospital wing.Harry was desperate to find that Professor Snape, whom he hated the most, was already waiting there. As soon as he saw Marciana, he hurried forward and asked, "What happened?" Then his black eyes stared sharply at Harry turned around and his expression changed.

Knowing that he also smelled blood, Marciana said with a sullen face, "Go in and talk."

When Madam Pomfrey saw the wound on the back of Harry's hand, she was startled and angry. Snape leaned over to study it carefully, and raised his face to look at Harry: "I - can't lie?"

Harry was sullen and silent, and Marciana said succinctly, "It's about Voldemort's return."

The potions professor straightened up, ignored Harry, and said to Madam Pomfrey, "I have several potions in my hand..."

While speaking, McGonagall and Professor Sprout arrived together, followed by Professor Flitwick.

"Is there something important, Martha? We all have to start watching the night..." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips and said, seeing the back of a bloody hand that Marciana handed to her, he couldn't help covering his chest, " Oh my god! What's going on here!"

Harry then explained how he had brought up Voldemort in class, angered Umbridge, and was imprisoned by her, and how the quill was able to cut his skin and write in blood.

The four deans looked at each other with solemn faces.

Madam Pomfrey brought a small bowl of potion and applied it to the wound with damp cotton. The bleeding soon stopped and the wound began to heal.

"Hey... Potter, why didn't you tell me?" McGonagall was anxious and angry.

Harry was silent.

"Did you tell Sirius?" Marciana asked with a frown.

"No...no..." Harry said sullenly, "He, Deng... and you all have more important things to do, don't you, I don't want to disturb him."

Marciana buried her face in her hands in exhaustion—the kid didn't trust them, there was no doubting that.

"You self-righteous idiot!" Snape yelled, and Harry straightened up in rage, and Snape glared back viciously: "Your godfather has nothing more important to do! And you ain't alone What! Did you ever think that Umbridge would use the same method to toss other students?"

Harry froze.

Snape sneered, "Haven't thought about it, have you? You self-righteous, self-centered..."

"Enough Severus! For Potter's sake!" McGonagall interrupted Snape with a stern face, "Mr. Potter, you should really tell me about this. Hogwarts Physical punishment of students like this is not allowed." She sighed, "Go with Madam Pomfrey first."

Madam Pomfrey led Harry away: "The wound is healed, I'll put some white cream on you, so as not to leave a scar..."

Marciana raised her face from her palms and looked at the four headmasters with burning eyes: "Umbridge will pay for this."

Even the most disciplined Professor McGonagall did not refute her angry words.

Snape crossed his arms: "We have to go back and question the student to see if she has used this method on others. If so, we need to collect testimony..."

The other three deans looked at each other and nodded.

"This is a good idea. I have a more effective method." Marciana sneered, "Harry's confinement will end this week, which means he will have to "copy sentences" again at night."

McGonagall looked furious, like a living Nemesis: "If Umbridge wants to touch Harry Potter's finger again, she will have to step on my dead body first."

"But this is the best chance to get both." Snape understood what Marciana hadn't said, and helped her out.

"But we can't force our way into Umbridge's office," said Sprout worriedly. "How do you explain that?"

"But if she knocks on the door in a regular manner, she will definitely put away the quill, so there will be no evidence." Flitwick also added worriedly.

"I can do all of this." Marciana raised the corners of her mouth, "If you can trust me, cooperate with me to make up an excuse for an emergency staff meeting tomorrow night, and find two more people to accompany me to her office—we will arrest her A current."

The four deans exchanged affirmative glances.

"I'll accompany you." McGonagall was the first to say.

"Me too," Snape said curtly.

"Well, I think we all have some questions about the revision of the syllabus that we can ask Ms. Senior Inquiry Officer. Tomorrow night is a good time for a meeting." Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout looked at each other and smiled.

"As for how to get in, what excuses are you looking for?" Marciana smiled, "I happen to have an immature idea."

The author has something to say: Umbridge is a sadist (Sadist), which was certified by Rowling herself, and it is not that I wronged her.Moreover, her temperament that loves to torture people does have some psychopaths who cannot empathize, so Martha's conclusion...is completely academic (pushing glasses).