HP Dawn Night

The next morning, Daphne quickly got dressed and left the dormitory alone.

"What's wrong with her?" Pansy asked exasperatedly after the hem of her dress disappeared.

"Stop it." I persuaded in a low voice, "It's her problem, it's not your fault. She just—" But I couldn't tell what happened to Daphne either.

Millicent was the second to leave the dormitory.

I want to understand what Daphne said first: "Tell me what's wrong."

"Judging from the meaning of her words, I can only say that she is suspicious of you, me and Millicent's family situation." Pansy put on her socks with a gloomy face, "She said she didn't want to come back because she lived with her All of them are abnormal perverts. Me, my parents are at odds, and I ran away from home; you, a single-parent family, my biological father is unknown; Millison, my parents are dead, and my bloodline is unclear."

"In her eyes, we are all a bunch of bastards?" Anger rose from the bottom of my heart, "My biological father is unknown? How could she have the guts to say such a thing! Is my father a fool? And how did she know you left home? What about leaving?"

Pan Xi jumped off the bed: "I don't care how she knows." Pan Xi said mockingly, "Since she doesn't want to come back, then she should move out!"

I put on my robe quickly: "I'm going to tell my dad about this before breakfast—in the name of the prefect!" With that, I waved to Pansy and left the dormitory.

In the time it took to walk from the break room to the office, I had crafted a flawless narrative.I don't care if it's bad for Daphne, since she said that, why should I save face for her?Then again, even if I was polite to her, she wasn't as friendly to me!

As a result, I was rejected at the door of the office.

I faced the locked door and thought for a few seconds, then turned around and walked towards the auditorium. If this matter cannot be resolved as soon as possible, our entire dormitory will live in a gloomy atmosphere.

I followed a group of Hufflepuffs into the Great Hall, and Montague walked over from the seventh year seats as soon as he saw me.

"Hi, Montague."

"Hello," he said with a little haughtiness, "you know, I've been chosen to be the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team."

"Oh—congratulations!" I wasn't sure Montague was a better captain than Flint.

"We are short of a Chaser and a Keeper. Trials will be at [-]pm on Saturday, and I hope the players will be there. Can you inform Malfoy and Zabini? We'd better be able to select The players who work perfectly with us..."

"Okay, no problem." I agreed.Dad is at the teacher's desk, and I don't know if it's wise to go to him now, maybe not.

I took my usual seat, with Millicent sitting across from me, and Daphne was no where to be seen.I had just put a sandwich on a plate when Pansy arrived with Draco and Blaise.

"You're pretty quick," Pansy said.

"She told us about it, what are you going to do now?" Draco asked me.

I looked at the teacher's seat: "As I said last night, I will reflect this problem with the dean, about Daphne not wanting to continue studying in Slytherin House."

"At least you can tell him about changing dorms." Pansy yawned wearily, "I don't want to live with a gossip."

"I'll talk about it together." I promised, "By the way, it's Quidditch trials at five o'clock on Saturday afternoon, and Montague asked us to be there on time."

Blaise and Draco looked in Slytherin's direction in unison.

"Montaire became the captain?" Blaise raised his eyebrows.

I nod.Draco sneered lightly, and took a piece of bread: "I've roughly guessed the team for this year."

"I wouldn't be surprised if you said there would be Warrington," I smiled.The relationship between Montague and Warrington has always been very good. When Flint was the captain, he did not let Warrington join the team. I think if there is no other situation this year, Warrington should be in the team for sure. .As for the other one - I scanned the Slytherin table and wasn't quite sure who the keeper would be.

Bryce smiled slightly, wondering if it also meant ridicule.

At this time, the newspaper owls flew in, and Pansy's bird fluttered down in front of her.

I had an idea: "Can I borrow this owl?"

Pansy has already downloaded the "Daily Prophet", and she is counting the fees she should pay: "Of course."

I scribbled a note stating that I would be in his office after breakfast.Then I handed the note to the owl: "Well... give it to the person on the teacher's bench." I pointed to the position of my father, and the owl bit the note in its mouth and called out to me.

"Owls are very clever animals," Pansy said.The owl handed the note to my dad without fail, and after he opened it and read it, he glanced at me from a distance.

"It's done, I'll tell him." I happily poured a glass of iced pumpkin juice, "What classes do you have this morning?"

"Let me see—ah, damn it!" cried Pansy in pain. "There's only one class in the morning, Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

I can't expect Pansy to have any affection for Umbridge after yesterday...

"I hope she can be a little more normal, that's all I ask for." I said.At this time, Dad had already left the teacher's seat. I quickly stuffed the last bit of sandwich into my mouth and drank the pumpkin juice in one gulp. "I'll take a step first, goodbye!"

"Goodbye!" Pansy yelled behind me, "Bring a good result!"

"Professor Snape, are you there?" I pretended to knock on the door.

"Come in or get out," Dad said through the door, humorlessly.I gave a fake cough, opened the door and walked into the office:

"Dean, I think it is necessary for me to perform my duties as a prefect and report something to you." Before my father could speak, I fluently spoke the lines I had prepared.He stared at me for a few seconds:

"what?"

I recounted what happened last night.

"Miss Greengrass really said that?" Pa asked suspiciously, not quite believing me.

"Of course, you can also ask Miss Burster or Miss Parkinson for verification." I replied very seriously, "From what Miss Greengrass said, I can only say that she doesn't seem to be joking."

"Unfortunately I have not received any letters from the Greengrasses, so I have to continue to 'force' Miss Greenglass to stay at the school. But next time when a similar dispute occurs, you can tell her that as long as her parents submit An application for dropping out or transferring, and she can leave Hogwarts immediately." Daphne's remarks did not even make her father frown, "As for the application for changing dormitories, I regret that I cannot approve it, because the current Slytherin There is no suitable place, unless Miss Greengrass is willing to live with her sister, Astoria Greengrass."

"I'll tell her the result," I said immediately.

"That's good." Dad nodded, and added some herbs to the cauldron, "Is there anything else?"

I thought about it, and decided to ask him about Umbridge: "I'm also curious about our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"I think you should have discovered that Umbridge is a very - special teacher." He turned his back to me and stirred the potion in the cauldron, and I waited for the next sentence. Keep up the good behavior and demeanor, and of course you have to convince her that you're a fan of the Ministry."

"I thought she was very comfortable with Slytherin." As soon as the words came out, I immediately remembered Umbridge's criticism of Pansy's hairstyle, not all Slytherins could catch her eyes.

"She's just wary of certain houses, which doesn't mean she's at ease with Slytherin." Dad put down the cauldron and said to me solemnly, "Because of her identity and background, I suggest you all not Thinking about fighting her or crossing her line."

"Is the Ministry of Magic trying to interfere with Hogwarts?" I asked.

"The Minister of Magic is obviously not so at ease with Dumbledore. The purpose of Umbridge is to supervise Hogwarts on her behalf. I have heard some rumors about her, which are not good." Dad said here After a pause, "Umbridge regards all those who have different ideas from her as her enemy. Under such special circumstances, no student should try to sing against her."

"So Pansy—"

"Miss Parkinson is just an exception. Umbridge may want to take this opportunity to warn the rest of the Slytherins who are skeptical of her prestige and means. You can reassure her, as long as she doesn't make Umbridge If Mrich is unhappy, she will definitely try to win her over."

"Try?" I said. "Try us to believe that Ministry of Magic bullshit?"

"The words of the Ministry of Magic are the mainstream view now, and few people want to believe that the Dark Lord is really coming back." Dad seemed reluctant to talk about this topic, "Remember, if Umbridge expresses kindness to you, you just have to Just accept it, and if it's appropriate, you can show a little surrender to her, and don't mention your opinion on Cedric's death to anyone who can't believe it. Suppose someone asks you if you believe in the return of the black magic Well, you just—”

"Am I going to follow the Ministry of Magic?" I asked, and Dad nodded. "So if Umbridge said anything else to me, may I come and tell you?"

"Yes. I have to tell you that our after-school tutoring will return to normal at the beginning of this semester."

"Great," I said, "what are you going to teach me?" I know that with the return of the Dark Lord, the current calm will be broken sooner or later, so I have to improve my abilities in case something happens.

"Occlumency, that obscure witchcraft we've long forgotten, haven't we?" Dad's dark eyes stared at me. "I guess you don't practice it every night before bed either?"

"Well—" I turned my head uncomfortably, "No."

"Very well," Dad said calmly. "Besides, I have to teach you some more powerful defensive and offensive spells. I think..." He weighed it up. "We'll have to increase our class hours."

"Okay." I said pretending to be relaxed, "how much?"

Dad stretched out a slender finger to touch his mouth: "How about every Friday and Saturday night, from 07:30 to 09:30?"

I suddenly felt a lot of pressure: "Okay."

"If anyone asks, just tell them I'm giving you special tutoring for Potions for the OWLs exam, understand?"

"Ok."

"Don't talk to anyone about anything that has anything to do with the Dark Lord, you're all going to learn to keep your head down this term. You can pass this on to Draco - stay away from Potter, it's best not to have anything to do with him. "

"Okay, I'll pass it on."

"Don't get on with Umbridge," Dad said, emphatically at the end, "don't ever get into trouble with her, even if she's a mess in class."

I raise my eyebrows. "Sounds a little silly. But, okay."

After leaving the Potions Office, I headed straight to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. The first class of the school was Umbridge's. I could vaguely feel his teaching to Umbridge from what Dad said. The level rating is not high, generally speaking this would not be a good sign.

"Hey, we just met, didn't we?" I met Pansy, Blaise, and Draco in the hallway, and Pansy waved to me, "How's it going?"

"It's unlikely she'll move out," I said truthfully, "but she won't be making a fuss anymore."

Pansy's smile suddenly collapsed: "You mean I have to put up with her for at least another year?"

I shrugged sympathetically. "It's not easy. Unless she wants to live with Astoria."

"Well," Pansy laughed wryly, "she's not stupid."

When we entered the classroom, Umbridge was already seated behind the podium.She was wearing the same pink cardigan from the night before and the black velvet bow on top of her head.Looking at her attire, I had a strong and distinct idea of ​​a fly foolishly alighting on the head of a larger toad.

The whole class was silent when they walked into the classroom, Slytherins were the first to do Defense Against the Dark Arts, Umbridge was a complete unknown, and no one wanted to be the first to test the waters.

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

"Good morning." A feeble greeting sounded in the classroom.

"Tsk tsk, that's not okay," Umbridge said sweetly, smacking his lips. "I want you to answer like this: 'Good morning, Professor Umbridge.' Please do it again. Good morning, students! "

"Good morning, Professor Umbridge!"

"What kind of class is this!" Pansy muttered to me amidst the greetings.

"I'm more curious about how she will teach." I said to her almost without moving my lips.

"That's right," said Umbridge coquettishly. "It's not too hard, is it? I hope you keep it up. Now, please put away your wands and get out your quills."

Disappointment and rejection were unabashedly displayed on the faces of many students.Classes that don't use a wand are generally boring, such as History of Magic and Divination.And Defense Against the Dark Arts (especially during Professor Lupine's time) has always been very popular.

Umbridge took out a surprisingly short wand from her handbag, tapped hard on the blackboard, and two lines of words appeared on the blackboard immediately:

Defense Against the Dark Arts

back to basics

"Students, your teaching of this course has been intermittent and unsystematic, hasn't it?" Umbridge turned to face us, with his fingers crossed squarely on his chest, "The teacher kept on Replacement, many of whom do not appear to be teaching to the Ministry of Magic approved curriculum standards, which unfortunately has you now far from the level you are supposed to be at in OWLs. You will however be pleased to know that these are about to be rectified. This year , we will be studying a carefully planned, theory-centred, Ministry-approved Defense Against Magic course. Please copy these words."

She tapped on the blackboard again, and the two lines of words just now disappeared, replaced by "Course Objectives".

1. Understand the basic principles of magic defense.

2. Learn to recognize the occasions in which defense against magic can be legally used.

3. Assess defensive magic in the context of practical application.

"What's the meaning of the second article? Is there still an occasion for illegal use of defensive skills?" Pan Xi sneered lowly.

I scratched my chin with a quill and began to copy: "I care more about the third item, I don't think I understand what she means at all."

"We've learned how to use charms for the past three years..." Pansy whispered, "and she's here to teach us how. Ha."

"According to what she said, so many graduates from Hogwarts failed Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

At this time, everyone put down their quills one after another.Umbridge asked, "Does everyone have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's Theory of Defense Against Magic?"

This time everyone learned the lesson: "Yes, Professor Umbridge." The whole class answered loudly.

"Very well," said Umbridge, with a disgusting grin, "I want you to turn to page five and read 'Chapter 1, Getting Started with Fundamentals'. Read without whispering."

This is the most boring class I've ever had, and even Professor Binns' dry lectures are better than this.

About 5 minutes after opening the book, I couldn't read any more; 10 minutes later, I was already holding the quill pen in my hand; 15 minutes later, most of the students in the class closed their eyes, and Pan next to me Xi began to scribble and draw in his notebook, while I studied intently the instructions printed on the inkwell.

Nothing can be more boring than this class, and almost everyone in the class began to doze off quietly when the class was about to end.When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, I seemed to be relieved.

"I fell asleep," Pansy announced vaguely.

I couldn't help but yawned: "To each other."

"The intentions of the Ministry of Magic couldn't be more obvious." Draco slung his schoolbag over his shoulder, and we walked slowly along the corridor, "If Fudge wants to prevent Dumbledore from usurping power, the best way is to stop Teaching his students how to resist magic."

"But what if that person comes?" Pansy rubbed her eyes and seemed to regain consciousness, "Students should be able to protect themselves if necessary, right?"

"I think," I said, "that it fits perfectly with the Ministry of Magic. They want to pretend You-Know-Who hasn't returned, so what's the point of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Blaise said very calmly: "I wouldn't be at all surprised if next we were notified that the Defense Against the Dark Arts part of the OWLs was cancelled."

The author has something to say:

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March is here~

For children who feel withdrawn/disconnected:

Your loneliness is glorious even in defeat.

People should not be categorized so hastily.