The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 555 The Pink Toad's Class

"What an eccentric descendant of King Arthur," Jericho said with an expression of utter amazement, "Can't he see who Lancelot is targeting?"

"I'm so glad we don't have such a terrible teammate on our side," Jericho said, patting Soldaya on the shoulder with a smile.

"If you're glad, then be glad. Why are you taking pictures of me?" Soldaya slapped Jericho's hand away. It's like you're saying I'm a terrible teammate.

Lilith cleared her throat. "It's necessary to tell a certain cowboy about the long-standing feud between the Lancelot family and the Arthurian family."

"A blood feud?" Jericho mused. "King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table having a blood feud? That's quite rare..."

"You don't know?" Sordaya scoffed. "How did you pass the History of Magic exam?!"

"I'm a cowboy from the West, of course I can't be ignorant," Jericho said with a touch of pride, "As for the History of Magic exam, sorry, I cheated on it outright."

Moriarty seized the opportunity: "You can't cheat this year. Professor Bathilda Baghatt isn't a professor like Professor Binns who can be fooled."

"Ah...this." Jericho's eyes widened, and he seemed to be thinking of a solution.

"Listen to me quietly," Lilith said, impressed by the boys' conversational style. "Aren't we talking about the age-old feud between Lancelot and King Arthur?"

"The Knight of Lancelot and the Queen of Arthur had a well-known affair. Whether they actually had sex is unclear, but it is generally considered to be a 'Platonic love.' You know Plato, right? He was an ancient Greek philosopher."

Lilith is very knowledgeable; the more books she reads, the more she understands.

Lancelot would be fine if he didn't mention the knightly duel, but as soon as he does, Lionheart is reminded of his ancestors' shame and the knights' betrayal, so it's no wonder he explodes.

"Oh, I see!" Jericho said, indicating he'd had some. "Hehe, so do you guys think Lionheart could possibly be a descendant of Lancelot?"

"Alright, Minotaur, that's enough." Moriarty handed Jericho a cup of ice cream to shut him up, otherwise the conversation would go off-topic. He stood up.

"Slytherin has always cared for its younger students, and I support Lionheart becoming the first challenger in the knightly duel."

While I'm not particularly interested in King Arthur's romantic relationships, I am extremely interested in adding fuel to the fire.

After Moriarty finished speaking, Lionheart glared at Lancelot with an expression that said, "Now no one will compete with me, so you can obediently duel with him."

Knight Lancelot glanced at Gamp, who still had a big smile on his face, and Lancelot agreed.

The welcome party was over, and breakfast was finished as the students gradually left.

Students at Durmstrang and Beauxbatons can attend whichever class they want, just like last semester, but according to their grade level.

Krum and Fleur naturally walked over to Moriarty's side. Fleur was alone, while Krum was followed by three companions.

"Looks like everyone's been hit to varying degrees," Moriarty said casually, wiping his mouth.

That's good too; keeping those with wavering stances around is a potential problem.

"Let's go, the first class is Defense Against the Dark Arts," Lilith introduced. "I heard that Pink Toad moved all the upperclassmen's classes to the morning and all the lowerclassmen's classes to the evening."

"To avoid the timing of other classes?" Moriarty immediately saw through Umbridge's intention. "That way, she'll have plenty of time to follow along with the other classes."

"How annoying." Lilith rolled her eyes.

"Ouch..." Jericho cried out, clutching his stomach. "Why did I eat the ice cream you gave me? I need to go to the restroom first..."

Moriarty and Lilith exchanged a glance, then burst into gloating laughter after Jericho hurriedly left.

"He values ​​women over friends!" Jericho muttered, quickening his pace. Luckily, he wasn't single; Helena was already waiting for him in the hallway.

Moriarty and Lilith walked into the classroom and found Professor Umbridge already sitting behind the podium.

She was wearing the same fluffy pink cardigan she had worn the night she arrived at school, and the black velvet bow on her head.

Moriarty and Lilith sat down at the very back, and Percy had reserved seats for them.

The students from Slytherin and Gryphon were divided into three groups.

The first group sat around Larpo, all at the front of the classroom.

The second group, which was also the largest, sat in the middle; clearly, they did not want to get involved in the struggle between Moriarty and Larpo.

Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin, if they could see from heaven, would surely thank Moriarty and Larbo for bringing such precious unity to the two houses.

The last group consisted of Moriarty and his friends, the smallest group, including students from other schools, Percy, and several members of Justice Law.

Oh, Jericho's back.

That also includes him.

Jericho walked in, clutching his stomach and looking ashen-faced. Sigh, he'd wasted his breakfast.

As Jericho passed the podium, he glanced at Umbridge, and just then, his stomach, which had just calmed down, convulsed again, and a feeling of nausea surged up.

"Ugh~"

Jericho turned his head toward Umbridge, using all his strength to keep from spitting it out.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The classroom erupted in laughter.

The students all believed that Jericho had been disgusted by Umbridge and vomited.

"Cough cough."

Larpo coughed a few times, and the laughter gradually faded away.

But that doesn't mean no one laughed; more people covered their mouths and their shoulders trembled.

Umbridge's face stiffened with anger as he glared fiercely at Jericho, who showed no remorse whatsoever.

He swore to Merlin that it was absolutely not intentional, and that Ice Cream was really being blamed, but he had always intended to give Umbridge a hard time.

So he pretended nothing had happened, swaggered to the back of the classroom, and said to Moriarty beside him.

"I just vividly and strongly thought of a big black fly foolishly landing on an even bigger pink toad."

"Hahaha!"

Another burst of laughter erupted.

Moriarty and Lilith laughed too; wasn't this a veiled reference to Umbridge?

Umbridge glared at him menacingly. "Jellico Blanch! Tell me, what did you learn in this class?!"

"Didn't Professor Lupin tell you?" Jericho slung his hand over the desk on his left like a sage. "Or did you not read the Hogwarts final exam summary?"

“Since you’ve brought up Professor Lupin,” Umbridge said, seemingly pleased with herself, “then I’ll tell you, Lupin is a werewolf! Given that he may have instilled dangerous werewolf ideas in you, the Ministry of Magic is going to prosecute him.”

The students sitting in the middle began to whisper among themselves, saying that, to be fair, Lupin was a good professor.

Among the professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts (a class of rare species) at Hogwarts, Lupin was second only to Gilderoy Lockhart in popularity.

"Professor Lupin didn't instill any dangerous ideas in us," Percy said loudly. "He was as responsible and dedicated to us as every professor before him."

"Professor Lance, Professor Diana, Professor Lockhart, and Professor Lupin are all first-rate professors. Our Defence Against the Dark Arts professors at Hogwarts have an excellent tradition, and I hope Professor Umbridge can be just as good as them."

Percy's authority over the Mutual Aid Foundation and his position at the Ministry of Magic gave him more confidence.

This won the approval of many neutral students, who nodded frequently.

Umbridge is perfectly aware of Percy's stance: the third-in-command of justice and law, a pure-blood wizard, and a political enemy of the Ministry of Magic.

Therefore, she did not intend to harm Percy, nor did she dwell on the topic of Lupin.

Wizards of the Gump lineage all know that the Moriarty team at Hogwarts is led by Moriarty, Lilith, and Jericho.

Once those three are broken up, the rest of the group will be scattered.

"Jellico Blanch, Percy Weasley, neither of you raised your hands. From now on, if you want to speak in my class, please raise your hands and stand up to speak."

Umbridge spoke in a singing voice.

Jericho slammed his fist on the table: "You didn't explain beforehand!"

"You didn't raise your hand, Mr. Blanche," Umbridge said in a coquettish tone, then looked at the other students: "Please put away your wands and take out your quills."

Many students exchanged sullen glances. What followed the command "put away your wands" was never a class they found interesting.

One by one, they stuffed their wands into their bags and took out quills, ink, and parchment. Moriarty and his gang didn't move.

Professor Umbridge opened her handbag, pulled out an unusually short wand, and slammed it on the blackboard. Immediately, two lines of text appeared on the blackboard:

Defense Against the Dark Arts

Return to basic principles

Professor Umbridge turned to the class and said, "The constant turnover of teachers, many of whom do not seem to be teaching according to the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic, has unfortunately left you far from the level you should be at in the Year of the OWL."

"But you..."

The conversation was interrupted by a loud "pfft".

It's Jericho again.

He seemed to choke, then gave a disdainful smile.

"Do you know what you're saying, Professor? We're far from reaching the level that OWL should be at!"

Jericho gave an exaggerated shrug: "I have serious doubts about your professionalism, Professor. You don't understand us at all!"

Many people nodded seriously, saying that Moriarty had spent four years creating the most powerful generation of students at Hogwarts, and that was no exaggeration.

From George Weasley to Harry Potter, seven generations of students, under Moriarty's influence and guidance, achieved varying degrees of improvement.

What's frightening is that it's not the kind of outstanding performance in one area that's particularly strong, but rather that there have been breakthroughs in all of their specialties.

The top students among them achieved even more remarkable results.

Jericho's words made Umbridge realize that she and the Ministry of Magic had misjudged the role of Hogwarts' young wizards, but she could not admit that she or the Ministry of Magic were wrong.

At this point, Larpo stood up: "Is this your gentlemanly manners? Blanche, I don't see a single trace of Slytherin in you!"

Jericho immediately got angry: "What are you barking like a dog?"

(End of this chapter)