Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 363, Section 357: We Need a New Professor (Vote Requested)

Draco's words made Umbridge's face turn very ugly.

At his peak, Dumbledore held a truly impressive array of titles (President of the International Federation of Wizarding Societies, Chief Wizard of Wizengamo). At that time, he could even be described as someone whose every word could make the entire European wizarding world tremble.

"I think you should remember your place. You are an official of the English Ministry of Magic, not the Minister of the World Ministry of Magic."

Draco said something else entirely.

Simply put, don't try to show off with your so-called Senior Deputy Minister of Magic. I'm an insider, and I know what kind of person you are.

The title of Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic is a relatively recent one.

The previous position was called the Minister of Magic's Chief Secretary.

Well, if Percy were to be promoted one or two more levels, he would probably be at the position of Umbridge.

It sounds impressive, but in reality, it's just so-so.

Think about it, in other places, promotions and dismissals of officials are usually filled by deputies, but the position of Minister of Magic is vacant and someone is appointed as the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. It goes without saying how incompetent this deputy position is.

As for Umbridge's other position—Hogwarts Senior Investigator—this cannot be made public.

Why would you, as a non-direct, non-regulatory department, send someone to investigate a unit at the same level?

Saying something like, "Fuji, you have quite the airs of an official," is already being very polite.

It can only be said that Fudge was truly blinded by greed this time.

Dumbledore didn't punish him because Dumbledore was kind enough and his mind wasn't on that.

If it were Dali, he would have taken him down long ago.

So he left the matter to Harry and the others to handle without any worries.

He was genuinely curious about just how far Fudge would go.

Umbridge's face kept changing on the podium, sometimes white, sometimes red, sometimes green, just like a color-changing toad, which was hilarious.

Surprisingly, after a moment of silence, Umbridge still wore that disgusting smile: "Well, Draco is absolutely right. Let's all give him a round of applause."

Although this person is not very capable, she is truly patient.

If you know her story, you'll understand.

"So, Mr. Malfoy, may we sit down and listen to the lesson now?"

This time, Draco's expression changed slightly; the other party's attitude made him feel uneasy.

You can tolerate this?

If Umbridge really makes a big fuss, it's actually the easiest thing to handle, but if she chooses to keep quiet, even Draco has no reason to retaliate against her.

Dumbledore wouldn't complain to the International Federation of Wizarding Societies; if he wanted to, he would have done so long ago.

Moreover, a real conflict between the two might be exactly what Voldemort wanted to see.

As long as Umbridge insists she was just joking, she'll be fine.

Most importantly, Umbridge herself is not at fault. As the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, she decides what teaching materials and methods she wants to use.

The only one to blame is Dumbledore for hiring her as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

As long as the professor performs her duties normally and does not act irresponsibly, the disciplinary committee cannot do anything to her.

"Ms. Umbridge, if you continue to use this meaningless content, I don't think you are qualified to teach us."

Harry could no longer contain himself; his green eyes were filled with rage.

Harry felt extremely guilty for not being able to help Dudley in the final challenge of the Goblet of Fire in his fifth year, so he desperately wanted to become stronger. During his holiday study with Grindelwald, he was the most diligent and hardworking student there.

However, he could not accept wasting his time on boring theoretical lessons that did nothing to improve his skills.

There's no time left!

"If you want to pass the OWLs exams, I think you should heed the advice of this older person."

Umbridge paid no attention to Harry's words.

Say what you will, as long as she isn't expelled by Dumbledore, she will remain a professor at Hogwarts.

"We don't need it," Hermione said, standing up without backing down.

Umbridge's extremely perfunctory teaching style was what she disliked most. Although she liked reading, she didn't read just any book. Books containing incorrect information were what she hated most.

"If you do not wish to attend my class, you may leave."

Umbridge said in a very irritating tone, "Honey, please don't disturb the other students, okay?"

Harry stood up decisively and left the classroom without looking back, followed closely by the rest of the disciplinary team.

Umbridge smiled even more broadly; she had achieved her goal.

You're too green to fight her. The first step is to get rid of the disobedient students.

Although she would prefer physical punishment.

But the smile quickly froze. As the group left, the Gryffindor members followed, then Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, mainly because the badgers were a beat too slow to react.

Slytherins were the most accommodating, staying for about five more minutes, but they still left. Not a single one remained.

Soon, only a handful of young wizards remained in the large classroom.

Umbridge could no longer maintain her self-proclaimed girlish smile, and stood on the podium with a livid face.

They really don't give me any face at all.

The fifth grade students were collectively absent from class.

"I've never hated a professor this much. He's absolutely awful, even more infuriating than Lockhart."

Harry stepped outside, took a few deep breaths, and said with disgust.

"She was sent by the Ministry of Magic. It's clear that Fudge is ready to extend his reach to Hogwarts."

Draco leaned against the window and said, "So don't expect her to teach us anything."

"D said he hopes we can solve this ourselves," Nave said, somewhat dejectedly.

He used to work for Dali and do whatever he was told, but now that Dali is gone, he feels uncertain.

"Let's not disturb him," Hermione said, picking up where Neville left off. "He has more important things to do right now."

Dudley wasn't in the classroom, nor did he come out with Harry and the others; in fact, no one even noticed when he disappeared.

Neville, in particular, seemed to have just finished speaking to him, and then he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He even wondered if his conversation with Dudley had been a hallucination.

"So what should we do now?" Ron looked around, somewhat confused.

I'm not used to not having classes.

The four junior wizards from the four academies following behind them also looked confused, but they followed along. And then what?

"If she's unwilling to teach, can't we just learn on our own?"

"Self-study? What are you going to study? We've basically finished studying the textbook content. We need a professor, an excellent professor."

Harry's eyes lit up, and a slight smile appeared on his lips; he had come up with a good idea.

"Don't we happen to have an excellent professor right now?"

"Excellent!"

The actor who played Dumbledore (movies 3-7) passed away yesterday.

(End of this chapter)