With extraordinary comprehension, I built a floating city at Hogwarts.

Percy said enthusiastically,

"The investigator will have the authority to review her faculty colleagues to ensure they all meet established educational standards. We are pleased to inform you that Professor Umbridge has gladly accepted this important position outside of her teaching duties."

The scene then shifts again, this time showing a magnificent and imposing mansion. A blond, blue-eyed, well-dressed middle-aged man is elegantly seated on a sofa, being interviewed.

The tag next to him reads: Lucius Malfoy, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Board of Trustees.

"Knowing that Dumbledore will receive a fair and objective evaluation, I am finally relieved."

Lucius said slowly.

"Many of us parents who care about our children's best interests have been deeply concerned about Dumbledore's eccentric decisions in recent years. I am very pleased to learn that the Ministry of Magic is closely monitoring the situation and taking concrete and effective measures to improve the educational environment at Hogwarts."

The scene returned to the live stream, and Furong continued reading: "Those bizarre decisions undoubtedly included the appointment of some rather controversial faculty members. These included hiring the werewolf Remus Lupin, the half-giant Rubeus Hagrid, and a former Auror Moody who was disguised as 'Mad-Eye'. Of course, there were also rumors that Albus Dumbledore, the old man who once served as the president of the International Confederation of Wizards and the head wizard of Wizengamor, was no longer capable of managing the prestigious Hogwarts School."

Immediately afterwards, the footage rapidly switched to interviews with different people:

In the halls of the Ministry of Magic, a Ministry employee who was randomly interviewed shared his opinion:

"I believe that appointing an investigator is the first step in ensuring that Hogwarts has a headmaster we can all trust. We need to ensure that the school's leadership truly cares about the students' best interests."

However, at the Wizengamor liaison office, two elders, Griselda Markbans and Tiberius Ogden, resigned in protest against the appointment of investigators to Hogwarts.

Mrs. Markbans said angrily, “Hogwarts is a school, not an outpost of Cornelius Fudge’s office. This is an attempt to further tarnish Albus Dumbledore’s reputation, and it is a despicable act. We cannot tolerate this interference by the Ministry of Magic in the school.”

Finally, the scene returned to the live broadcast room, where Fleur summarized: "The passage of this decree went very smoothly, but it also signifies that the Ministry of Magic's control over Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has reached an unprecedented level. Let's wait and see what direction Hogwarts will take in the future."

The news ended there, and Harry, trembling with anger, abruptly turned off the TV.

“Now we finally know how we ended up with Umbridge!” Ron’s breathing was rapid, his voice filled with rage. “Fudge forced her here through this ‘educational decree’! And now he’s giving her the power to inspect other teachers! This is utterly shameless!”

Harry nodded, his eyes flashing with the same rage: "Absolutely shameless! How could they treat Hogwarts like this? How could they treat Dumbledore like this?"

Hermione stood quietly to the side, her gaze still fixed on the black-screened television, her heart filled with confusion.

She knew very well that Levin was involved in this.

Over the weekend, Levin took her to inspect the protected area and held a large meeting for the industrial group's restructuring. He's been busy until today and hasn't returned to school. It's possible that he was just watching this happen.

However, she also knew clearly that Levin had done more than enough in this matter.

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More! Hundreds of books, free; looking for books;!, sending new books to the school from time to time, but without success.

Despite knowing the risks, Lupin insisted on becoming the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to carry out Dumbledore's orders. Levin, however, had no obligation to clean up Dumbledore's mess.

Hermione didn't know what to do.

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The photo shows the female host, Furong.

Chapter 526 Umbridge's First Lesson

On Tuesday afternoon, the fourth-year wizards of Hogwarts entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Today would be Professor Umbridge's first Defense Against the Dark Arts class for them.

By Saturday night, the new professor's reputation had already spread among the students, but they knew nothing about her.

The entire class entered the classroom in silence, an indescribable tension filling the air. They had no idea how strict Professor Umbridge was about classroom discipline, nor what the new professor's teaching style would be like.

"Good afternoon, students!" Professor Umbridge said in her high-pitched and affected voice after all the students had sat down.

Several students mumbled "Good afternoon" in response, their voices sounding somewhat listless.

“Tsk, tsk,” Professor Umbridge shook his head in displeasure. “That won’t do, will it? I wish you could be more polite. When I say, ‘Good afternoon, students!’ you should reply, ‘Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.’ Good afternoon, students!… Now let’s do it again!”

This way of speaking sounds like you're educating a kindergarten child.

This time, all the students obediently answered as Professor Umbridge asked, "Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge."

“That’s right,” Professor Umbridge nodded in satisfaction. “It’s not too difficult, is it? Now, put away your wands and take out your quills and parchments.”

Many students exchanged gloomy glances.

After four years of classes, they had long since figured out the pattern: the class following the command "put away your wand" was never the one they found interesting. But they could only obediently stuff their wands into their bags and take out their quills, ink, and parchment.

Professor Umbridge opened her handbag and pulled out an unusually short wand. She walked to the blackboard in room 783, struck it hard with the wand, and two lines of large letters immediately appeared on the blackboard:

Defense Against the Dark Arts

Return to basic principles

"Students, the teaching of this course has always been intermittent and unsystematic, hasn't it?"

Professor Umbridge crossed his fingers and placed them neatly in front of his chest, continuing, "The teachers are constantly changing, and many of them do not seem to be teaching according to the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic. Moreover, the competence of some professors is questionable."

She paused for a moment, as if searching for the right words.

“Look at all the terrible teachers you’ve had over the years—Death Eaters, Dark Wizards, con artists, werewolves… This misfortune has left you far from the level you should be at in your OWL years.”

Her words were like a sharp knife piercing the hearts of her classmates, and everyone silently lowered their heads, unable to refute her.

Because Professor Umbridge was right, they had indeed had some terrible teachers, which resulted in their Defense Against the Dark Arts classes being disjointed and incoherent.

Professor Quirrell and his colleagues hadn't experienced this before; they'd heard he was a stutterer.

Lockhart, a first-grader, is a conman who only wants to sell books.

Lupin, in second grade, did teach some things properly, but he was proven to be a werewolf.

Moody, a third-year student, treated them purely as apprentice Aurors, teaching them things like the Unforgivable Curse, which OWLs never tested. To make matters worse, he himself was a Death Eater imposter.

Perhaps, this pink toad in front of them will give them a surprise?

Professor Umbridge looked at the students' reactions and seemed quite satisfied that his words had worked.

"However, you will be very pleased, as these problems are about to be corrected."

Umbridge said in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"This year, we will be studying a carefully designed, theory-based Defense Against the Dark Arts course approved by the Ministry of Magic. This course will allow you to truly master the essence of defense against the Dark Arts. Please write these words down."

As she spoke, she gently tapped the blackboard, the crisp sound echoing in the quiet classroom.

The two lines of text from before have disappeared, replaced by the course objectives.

Course Objectives

The following is clearly listed on the blackboard:

1. Gain a deep understanding of the cornerstones and core of Defense Against Magic.

2. Accurately identify the situations and conditions under which the Magic Defense spell can be legally used.

3. Evaluate and improve the application of magic defense spells in real combat environments.

Following Professor Umbridge's instructions, the classroom filled with the soft scratching of quills on parchment. The students busied themselves copying.

Two or three minutes later, after each student had copied down Professor Umbridge's three course objectives, Professor Umbridge asked softly, "Does every student already possess Wilbert Slinka's 'Defense Against Magic'?"

A chorus of low affirmations rippled through the classroom.

However, this did not seem to satisfy Professor Umbridge.

“I hope our communication can be clearer,” she said with a smile, but her voice carried an undeniable authority. “When I ask a question, I expect the answer to be ‘Yes, Professor Umbridge,’ or ‘No, Professor Umbridge.’ So, let’s do it again: Does every student already have Wilbert Slinka’s *Defense Against Magic*?”

“Yes, Professor Umbridge,” the whole class answered in unison, the echo much louder and more uniform.

“Very good,” Professor Umbridge nodded with satisfaction. “Now, please turn to page five of your books and read ‘Chapter One, Introduction to Basic Principles.’ Please remain quiet and do not talk while reading.”

Everyone stared at Professor Umbridge in disbelief, a sense of indescribable disappointment welling up inside them.

I had originally thought that Defense Against the Dark Arts would be a thrilling and practical course, but it turned out to be a boring reading class.

This greatly disappointed many young wizards, who should not have had any expectations of her.

"This...this is Defense Against the Dark Arts?" a young wizard muttered, his voice filled with dissatisfaction.

"I thought I'd learn some amazing magic, but this is all?" another young wizard chimed in, his voice filled with disappointment.

Many young wizards began to whisper among themselves, discussing the matter.

They shouldn't have had any expectations of Professor Umbridge.

“This teaching method is even worse than Lockhart’s,” a young wizard complained. “Although Lockhart is a bit flamboyant, at least his classes have some entertaining performances to watch.”

“Yes, yes,” the other young wizards nodded in agreement. “This isn’t Defense Against the Dark Arts class, it’s practically Hogwarts Days.”

However, at that moment, Professor Umbridge's gaze began to sweep across the students. Her eyes were like two sharp knives, making it impossible for anyone to meet her gaze.

The room was immediately filled with the sound of reading aloud, and the young wizards all lowered their heads, focusing intently on the books in their hands.

Professor Umbridge nodded in satisfaction and then sat down in a chair behind the podium.

Her eyelids drooped, like two toads, and she kept staring at the students.

The book was incredibly dry and boring, just like listening to Professor Binns' history lectures – utterly uninteresting. The young wizards read the words listlessly, their minds already wandering far away.

But there were exceptions. Luna Lovegood turned to page five of her book, *Defense Against Magic*, but she wasn't reading it at all. She was just absentmindedly twirling her quill on her fingers, a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes.

From the night Umbridge abducted Professor Lupin, she was filled with disgust for the woman.

Her best friend, Ginny, went even further. She didn't even open her book, "Defense Against Magic," but stared intently at Professor Umbridge with one hand raised high.

However, Professor Umbridge's gaze remained fixed in the exact opposite direction, seemingly oblivious to Ginny's actions.

The young wizards began to notice this "oddball" among them.

Their gazes darted back and forth between Ginny and Umbridge, observing the silent contest with curiosity.

Time passed second by second, and the tedious chapters seemed to grow longer and longer.

More and more students abandoned their reading and turned their attention to Ginny. They looked at her determined gaze and her raised hand, as if she were silently fighting for them.

Gradually, more than half of the class joined in watching Ginny. They stopped paying attention to the dry book and instead focused intently on Ginny, watching how she attracted Professor Umbridge's attention in her own way.

Finally, Professor Umbridge realized she could no longer ignore the situation.

She slowly turned her head, her drooping eyes falling on Ginny.

“Honey, do you have any questions about this chapter?” she asked Ginny, as if she had just noticed her.

Ginny paused for a moment, then shook her head. "No, it's not about this chapter."

As she spoke, her brow furrowed slightly. "It's about this book."

Professor Umbridge's eyes immediately sharpened. "Hmm? This is a textbook approved by the Ministry of Magic. Do you have any doubts about the Ministry?"