[Deha] World Starlight

Long time no see everyone (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～

I'm back (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～

Well, that’s how we meet again, I’ve thought about it, and I have a strong sense of CP

☆、War Without Smoke I

The new term seemed to be different from Umbridge's artificial speech at the orientation party, annoying and filled with an inexplicable anxiety.Most people, especially grades [-] and [-], can't imagine that in the year they're facing OWLs and NEWTs, it's going to be such a rigid, dogmatic woman who looks like someone's unmarried old aunt. Teach them Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Especially when she spoke in such a disgusting little girl's tone.

"To be honest, neither my cousin nor my seven-year-old cousin wears pink like this, especially in pink." Blaise said with a disgusted expression in the common room, "especially on her head Is that big bowknot for infants and young children?"

"Compared to her," Draco said coldly, "I think the new song of the Sorting Hat is more worthy of my attention."

"Our Hogwarts is in danger, and enemies outside the school are staring at us. We must be united within, otherwise everything will fall apart from within. I have told you bluntly, I have sounded the alarm for you..." Pansy continued, "Isn't the hater outside the school talking about Umbridge... behind the Ministry of Magic?"

"In "A Piece of Hogwarts History", the Sorting Hat has warned many times, always when it senses that the school is in great danger. Of course, its advice is the same every time : Unite and maintain internal stability."

"Although I don't want to aim at Hogwarts or Dumbledore, I still feel that the Ministry of Magic should not and cannot intervene in the school, otherwise what would we all be, controlled staff?" Blaise casually flipped his fingers over the table The brand new "Magic Defense Theory".

"Unfortunately, Cornelius Fudge obviously doesn't think so," Harry leaned lazily on the back of the sofa, "he wished everything was under his control."

"Who is that, oh, she seems to have a high status in the Ministry of Magic, what kind of deputy minister is she?" Draco looked at Harry, who nodded and said, "Umbridge. That's right, she looks very Will pretend to be flattering, though I haven't heard that name from anyone in my family."

"A nasty little person in the Ministry of Magic..." The Slytherin common room was quiet, and everyone seemed to be doing their own business, but in fact, they had been listening to those few people with bated breath. Chatting, "It's a pity that she is still an annoying little person after arriving at Hogwarts."

"I'm afraid that someone will push behind this little person you mentioned and cause her to cause some trouble."

At the beginning of the new semester, George and Fred posted a notice on the bulletin board to recruit experimenters (guinea pigs), and the feedback seemed to be good.However, Slytherin always took a wait-and-see attitude, and people around him even asked Harry out of curiosity: "You are not very good with them, then, do you know what they are doing?"

"Let's benefit the masses..." Harry said this, and after thinking about it, he added, "Maybe it's also profitable? After all, their future lies beyond academic achievements."

Although the man was even more puzzled after listening to his words, Harry smiled and didn't explain too much.

Because sooner or later you'll know, won't you?

The first day of school is filled with all sorts of things: getting used to it and starting classes again (the first class, the professors are going back and forth to remind them that you are going to win an important exam in June to prove your five years There is no wasted life and homework; continuous rainy weather; the Quidditch team is preparing to select new players because the captain has graduated; classmates who are troubled by various things (between colleges); and endure Umbridge.

No, endure.

When Harry was in the first class of Defense Against the Dark Arts (just sat down for less than 5 minutes, only listening to Umbridge say some requirements), he finally realized that if he did it all over again, he would have to face a If combat is an inescapable ordeal, enduring Umbridge is an unbearable ordeal.

Every moment, every minute and every second.

Even if he had just handed in perfectly a large jar of palliative in Potions class this morning, the twelve-inch homework on the properties of moonstone and its use in medicine would not be difficult for him at all, Others too.Although there was a lot of homework at the beginning of school, he had a clue, and Trelawney's dream interpretation course, which required a lot of brain cells and energy, became less difficult-if it was compared with Umbridge.

And there was nothing he could do about how to put up with Umbridge, unless he didn't go to class or just sat there and didn't listen or watch...

But as soon as Umbridge opened his mouth, Harry's good mood from the morning to that second disappeared without a trace.

"Is her aesthetic cultivated by trolls?" Draco frowned and looked at Umbridge, who was sitting behind the podium, his squat body became more like a strong and distinct lump as he sat down. What — she was wearing that fuzzy pink cardigan she had worn the night before, with that black velvet bow on top of her head.

"This dress and her size make it look like a big fly stupidly landed on an even bigger toad." Draco whispered in Harry's ear, and Harry listened. After Draco's words, he obviously became a little happier, because he was not the only one who hated this woman at first sight.

However, this slight recovery of good mood was almost dissipated by the other party's emphasis on rigid rules after the class started. What followed the order was never a class they found interesting.

Everyone took out their quills and listened to Umbridge explaining her course objectives on the podium. Harry rested his chin on one hand and tilted his head to look at the heads of the group of people in front of him. When others wrote, he also wrote in the book. What, it's just a circle-like cursive written without lowering the head.

"Does everyone have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's Theory of Defense Against Magic?" Umbridge asked after making sure everyone had dutifully copied the three lesson objectives on the blackboard.

There was a murmur of affirmation in the class.

"I think we're going to do it all over again," said Umbridge coquettishly. "When I ask you a question, I want you to answer 'Yes, Professor Umbridge.' or 'No, Umbridge.' Professor.'" So she asked another question just now, just like not seeing the book with the title written on the cover on everyone's desk.

Harry yawned physiologically when the others answered loudly. Draco watched him twitch his mouth in a funny way. While turning over the fifth page of "Defense Against Magic Theory", he glanced at the real theoretical knowledge.

Harry opened the book and stared blankly without reading a word.After an unknown amount of time, he heard Hermione's voice, she was asking Umbridge, and seemed to have been chatting for a while.

Hermione pointedly told Umbridge that she didn't think the book was of much use in a book that didn't cover defensive spells but only the principles of magical defense.

Wow.Harry looked over there, and Umbridge was smiling sympathetically, "Defensive spells? Believe me, boy, you won't need to use defensive spells in my class, Miss Granger will not." As for thinking that you will be attacked during class?"

"Professor, this question you asked is really funny, and we can't stay in this classroom forever," Harry interjected while sitting in his seat, "Also, it doesn't mean that we won't be harmed here." , There have been many dangers in this classroom, since it has happened before, it may happen now, such as a sudden attack by a monster or someone suddenly going crazy—"

"In my class, students have to raise their hands before speaking," Umbridge stared at Harry, still smiling and asked him, "Are you—"

"Harry Potter."

"Okay, Mr. Potter, ten points from Slytherin for your disobedience, is there anything else you want to ask now?"

"I want to finish what I didn't finish just now? Professor, after all, you interrupted me..."

Umbridge made a "please" gesture, though she didn't seem quite willing.

"Of course I just made an assumption just now, who would be crazy... Although we, including the professor, were a little nervous in the OWLs, after all, Professor Umbridge, your mental state doesn't seem so stable... From your excessively sharp voice, it can be seen that you are more nervous than us, otherwise, how could a middle-aged woman with normal vocal cords speak in such a voice..." Harry let out a "vomit" when he said this, "I'm sorry, Professor Just thinking about the OWLs is hard," he explained.

Before Umbridge could say anything, Neville's and Hermione's hands went up again just under her nose. "What, Miss Granger? Do you have any other questions?" Her tone still sounded so gentle, but her face seemed to swell a little.

"Perhaps I might be a little queasy at the affectations," Harry said to himself, as if he thought no one could hear but himself, but he knew everyone did.

Umri ignored him, and started a new round of debate with Hermione. After several people interrupted, the classroom became extremely chaotic. Harry whispered to Draco under the cover of these voices until Neville Because of what question, said in a feigned thoughtful tone: "Maybe? Voldemort??"

There was silence in the classroom, then Ron gasped, Lavender Brown let out a low scream, and Dean slumped over from the bench.Professor Umbridge, however, showed no sign of fear, she just stared at Neville with a look of vicious satisfaction on her face.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr Longbottom."

'The score was leveled. ' Harry whispered to Draco.

"Okay, I think I have to explain everything to you before the formal class begins." Umbridge walked quickly from the aisle to the podium, and she pressed her two stubby palms on the podium with a very serious attitude Seriously, "Someone told you that a dark wizard came back from the dead—"

"He's not dead, he's back," said Neville quickly and firmly.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Longbottom, for interrupting the professor again and spreading untrue remarks." Umbridge shot Neville a look, while speaking quickly, "No wizard can die. As for the resurrection, the Ministry of Magic hopes that everyone can make their own rational judgments..."

"Voldemort didn't come back from the dead," Neville explained, "because he didn't die in the first place—"

Umbridge's face suddenly darkened: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Longbottom, but - confinement, there is no doubt about it."

Harry listened to Neville angrily argue the truth, but all he got was a detention.Umbridge emphasized the protection of them by the Ministry of Magic, and emphasized that he would help all students who were frightened by the nonsense of the dark wizard returning from the dead - and then Neville began to question Cedric's death, after Umbridge said that After an unfortunate accident, he said it was murder and said the man's name again.

What I got was an encrypted parchment to be given to Professor McGonagall.

But Harry also felt that Neville should have a good talk with Professor McGonagall, and listen to the opinions of experienced elders... I hope he won't be as insensitive as he is.Harry thought.

"Childish." Draco commented on Neville's series of actions just now, "If you show off your tongue for a while, you will definitely suffer flesh and blood soon."

Harry felt compelled to admire Draco.

At least "flesh pain" is on this point.