Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 348 Umbridge (Part )

“I don’t want to repeat it a second time.”

Mike still had that scary expressionless look on his face. Anyone could see that he was very angry at the moment. The little boy next to Zhou Hong even had red eyes.

But Zhou Hong was still stubborn, stiffening his neck and saying:

"I said it's okay!"

"Okay, Mike." Hermione advised, "Let him heal his wound first, and then we can talk about other things after he recovers."

Mike glanced at Hermione and didn't say anything. Instead, he slowly turned his gaze to the little boy next to Zhou Hong.

"You are... Colin's brother, right?"

The boy still covered his mouth tightly with his hands, looked at Mike in horror, and nodded frantically.

"Then, can you please tell me how Zhou Hong got the wound on the back of his hand?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Hong's face changed and he began to wink at him desperately.

However, Colin's younger brother, the little boy named Dennis, seemed to be frightened by Mike. After Mike asked the question, he said without hesitation:

"It's Umbridge, the old witch!"

"Oh? What do you mean?" Mike's eyes narrowed, which made him look even more dangerous.

"Okay! Okay! Let me tell you! I made a small mistake in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, so I was punished by Umbridge." Zhou Hong first explained to Mike, and then yelled at Dennis in a rage, "You are really not a good friend!"

Dennis seemed to be angry after being yelled at by Zhou Hong. He stared at Zhou Hong and replied:

"What do you mean you made a mistake? It seems to me that the old witch is just taking revenge on you for laughing too loudly during her speech yesterday!"

Afterwards, the two started arguing, and Hermione took the opportunity to take the Baixian from Zhou Hong's hand and began to help him apply the medicine.

Ron and Harry looked at each other, both having a bad feeling.

You know, the laughter of the two of them during yesterday's speech was not much less than Zhou Hong's. If it is true as Dennis said, that their new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is taking revenge on those who dared to laugh during her speech, then the two of them...

The argument between Zhou Hong and Dennis soon ended with Zhou Hong's victory, and then Zhou Hong looked at Mike, who was thinking with his head down, with some confusion.

"Hey, Mike." Zhou Hong called Mike softly until the latter looked up at him before continuing, "Don't tell Benjamin about this, okay?"

"why?"

"He'd definitely do something stupid if he knew!"

Looking at the excited Zhou Hong, Mike didn't say anything. He just touched his head and left without saying a word.

Seeing this, Zhou Hong cursed again in Chinese, and then complained to Dennis:

"Damn it, I knew it would be like this! Dennis, it's all your fault! How dare you, my friend, betray me!"

"Can you blame me for this? Didn't you see how scary Senior Tang Li was just now? I dare not disobey his orders!" Dennis muttered softly, "It's said in the newspapers that he is a..."

"Shut up! Dennis!" Zhou Hong pounced on Dennis, "I've told you so many times, everything in the newspaper is fake!"

The two of them started fighting again, and while Zhou Hong and Dennis were still arguing, Mike had already come to a remote and deserted corner.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp snap of Mike's fingers, Shuke, wearing a miniature tuxedo, appeared behind Mike, half-kneeling.

"I want to know everything about Dolores Umbridge."

"As you wish, my master!"

Shuke lowered his head in awe and disappeared.

"Dare to hurt me, haha!"

Mike muttered to himself, his expression becoming increasingly gloomy.

Shuke was very efficient. When Mike returned to the dormitory after class in the afternoon, a complete file on Umbridge had appeared on his desk.

Dolores Umbridge
Father: Alford Umbridge (wizard)

Mother: Ellen Clarnell (Muggle)

Brother: Unknown (Dumb)
Biography:

Umbridge's parents are now separated, with her brother living with her mother in the Muggle world and she living with her father in the wizarding world.

Although Umbridge was a half-blood, she vehemently denied this and claimed to be pure-blood.

Umbridge graduated from Hogwarts Slytherin School and later worked in the Ministry of Magic's 'Misuse of Magical Objects Department'.

Due to her hard work and good maneuvering skills, Umbridge became the core figure of the office after a few years.

At the same time, Umbridge's father, Alford, who was working as a cleaner at the Ministry of Magic, also retired early under Umbridge's operation. At this point, Umbridge finally got rid of the shackles of her original family, and with her cunning and ferociousness, she had a smooth sailing in the Ministry of Magic, and became one of the Deputy Ministers of the Ministry of Magic at the age of less than 40.

other:

Umbridge's hobbies are extremely special. Her preferences are very close to those of a girl. She likes to dress herself up in pink and with many ruffled skirts. She likes to speak in a little girl's voice and also likes to collect various 'cat playing decorative plates'.

It is understood that Umbridge's hobby is very famous in the Ministry of Magic, and many people hate her very much, but because she is deeply loved by the Minister of Magic Fudge, many people dare not speak out.

This information comes from the Foley family. These big families often collect information on many Ministry of Magic officials for various purposes, so the credibility of this information is very high.

The content recorded in this document is similar to what Mike learned from the original book.

But one thing that appeared above caught Mike's attention.

Umbridge, she turns out to be a half-blood!

This was something Mike had never expected, because in the original book, Umbridge was a staunch pure-blood supremacist, and she also publicly stated that she was a pure-blood. Therefore, Mike, like many people, believed that Umbridge should be a pure-blood.

From this we can see how much Umbridge cares about her bloodline.

After putting the documents back on the table, a smile appeared on Mike's face.

Tomorrow, tomorrow they will go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and he is very much looking forward to meeting Umbridge then!
…The next afternoon, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Umbridge looked at her pocket watch expressionlessly.

Ten minutes have passed since class started.

however……

She raised her head and what she saw was a classroom that was more than half empty.

Umbridge's mouth twitched.

This class was for Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff to attend together, but now not a single Ravenclaw student came, which made her very angry.

The Hufflepuff students in the audience had already started whispering; they had never encountered a situation where an entire house was late.

"Students, please be quiet, we are about to start class."

Umbridge smiled and spoke in a delicate voice.

Although she acted normal, the trembling corners of her mouth betrayed her emotions at the moment.

Unfortunately, her Hufflepuff classmates completely ignored her and continued to whisper.

At this moment, the door of the classroom was suddenly opened, and then, led by Mike, a group of Ravenclaws entered one after another, holding books.

The Hufflepuffs who were originally whispering suddenly became quiet.

Seeing this, Umbridge's expression became even gloomier, because she found that Mike's authority among these students was even stronger than hers.

"I'm sorry, Professor Umbridge, the clock in our common room is slow."

Mike raised his head and apologized to Umbridge in an almost arrogant manner.

Umbridge clenched her hands tightly into fists under the table. Then, she smiled falsely and asked through gritted teeth:

"Have you no other clocks?"

"Of course, of course we have them, but they are just as slow!" Mike turned his head and looked at the classmates behind him, and said, "Someone must be playing a prank, don't you think so?"

"That's right! Hahahaha"

The Ravenclaws answered in unison, and then a burst of laughter broke out in the crowd.

Umbridge's face turned dark, she was trembling all over, staring at Mike, the leader, without saying a word.

Seeing this, Mike raised his eyebrows and said:

"Professor, Professor Flitwick can testify for us about this matter. If you don't believe it, you can ask Professor Flitwick. Okay, now, can we go back to our seats?"

Umbridge stood on the podium and kept taking deep breaths. She looked like a toad that was constantly inflating itself. Many people in the classroom couldn't help but burst out laughing.

After a while, Umbridge seemed to have controlled her emotions. She put on that awkward fake smile again and pointed to the empty seats in the classroom and said to Mike and the Ravenclaws:

"I will confirm this with Professor Flitwick. Now, please all return to your seats. We have been delayed for too long."

Mike smiled and nodded, then returned to his seat with the cheering Ravenclaws.

This cheer of victory was very harsh to Umbridge's ears. She took a deep breath and continued:
"Okay, students, let's start the class now. First, please put away your wands and take out your quills."

As soon as these words were spoken, many complaints were heard in the classroom, which had just been quiet for a while.

From everyone's experience, the command "Put away your wands" is never followed by an interesting lesson.

But despite being very depressed, everyone still obeyed Umbridge's order and put away all their wands.

Looking at everyone acting quickly, Umbridge nodded with satisfaction, then took out a pitifully short wand from her box and tapped it lightly on the blackboard.

'Defence Against the Dark Arts, back to basics.'

These two lines of words immediately appeared on the blackboard.

"Students, as far as I know, the teaching of this course has been intermittent and unsystematic, right?" Umbridge seemed to have regained her confidence. She crossed her fingers and placed them on her chest and said, "The teachers are constantly changing, and many of them do not seem to be teaching in accordance with the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic. This has unfortunately resulted in you being far from the level you should have achieved in the OWL year.

However, you will be pleased to know that these problems will be corrected. This year, we will be studying a carefully structured, theory-focused, Ministry-approved Defense Against Magic course. Please copy this down. "

She knocked on the blackboard again, and the original two lines of words were immediately removed and replaced by "Course Objectives".

1. Understand the basic principles of magic defense.

2. Learn to identify situations where magical defense can be used legally.

3. Evaluate magical defense in the context of actual use.

There was a rustling sound in the classroom, and everyone was copying this passage with a quill pen.

At this moment, Mike said to Franklin in a voice that was deliberately amplified so that the whole classroom could hear:

"Oh! It seems that this professor is as useless as Quirrell. She doesn't intend to teach us anything practical, but just wants to read from the textbook and let us memorize a bunch of useless theories."

Everyone in the classroom heard what Mike said, and they all looked at him with surprise, while Umbridge on the stage frowned.

"Mr. Mike Townley, please don't talk casually in class. If you want to speak, please raise your hand." Umbridge said, suppressing her anger.

Hearing this, Mike raised his hand very naturally. Umbridge's expression looked a little better. She was about to let Mike speak, but she saw that Mike ignored her at all. He raised his hand and stood up, repeating what he had just said.

The Ravenclaws immediately burst into laughter that echoed throughout the classroom, and even many Hufflepuffs laughed out loud.

Umbridge on the podium finally couldn't stand it anymore. She slammed the table angrily and roared:
"enough!"

The classroom suddenly became quiet, and everyone was looking at Umbridge on the podium in surprise. The roar she just made was deep and rough, completely different from her usual little girl-like voice.

Umbridge herself apparently noticed this, and cleared her throat with two coughs before continuing:

"Mike Townley, it seems that you have a deep misunderstanding of my teaching! You should know that you will take the OWL exam this year, and as a student, the exam is the most important thing for you. But considering your current level, if you want to pass the exam smoothly, mastering more theoretical knowledge is what you should do most. As for actual combat casting, I believe that as long as you can master the theoretical knowledge, then it should be easy for you to cast those defensive spells smoothly."

In the classroom, as Umbridge finished her speech, many people nodded in agreement.

(End of this chapter)