Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

They were quiet again. Hermione looked uneasily at Harry and Ron, and couldn't help but sneak a peek at Lockhart. The mood that had just calmed down became depressed again, and she had realized that she had no chance.

"But Hagrid, you haven't told us why you did this," said Ron, pointing to Hagrid's bloody face.

"Who attacked you?" said Ron.

"I wasn't attacked!" said Hagrid forcefully. "I—"

But his next words were interrupted by a sudden knock on the door, and Hermione gasped, the cup in her hand dropped, shattered on the ground, and Fang screamed. The four of them looked at the window by the door together, and a stout figure was reflected in the thin curtains.

"It's her!" Ron whispered.

"You hide," Lockhart told them.

"Hagrid, hide our cup!" The Salvation Trio got into the invisibility cloak.

Hagrid grabbed the cups on the table and tucked them under the soft cushions of the Teeth basket. Fang was jumping up at the door now, and Hagrid pushed him away with his foot, then pulled the door open.

Umbridge was standing in the doorway, wearing the green tweed cape and the matching ear protection hat. She pursed her lips and leaned back to see Hagrid's face, which was barely taller than his waist.

"Then," she said slowly and loudly, as if speaking to a deaf man, "you're Hagrid, aren't you?"

"Of course he's Hagrid, Inspector Madam," Lockhart said behind Hagrid.

She entered the room, her raised eyes fixed on Lockhart. "It's you, Professor Lockhart, why are you here."

"Is there a rule that doesn't allow professors to visit colleagues?" Lockhart responded unceremoniously.

Umbridge turned to look at Hagrid and said sweetly, "No, but I now have the right to interfere with teaching and—fire unqualified professors, Mr. Lockhart."

"So." Lockhart raised his eyebrows.

"Go away," she snapped, waving her handbag at Fang, who had run up to her to lick her face, "so I won't do anything to you for Miss Fudge's sake, but I think Your colleague is very unqualified."

"Well—I don't want to be rude," Hagrid said, glaring at her, "but, who are you?"

"Dolores Umbridge, Deputy Minister of Magic, now Inspector of Hogwarts, Professor Hagrid..."

Her eyes swept across the hut and finally settled on Lockhart.

"What's that?" Hagrid asked, frowning.

"I have the right to interfere with your classes and expel you, Mr. Hagrid!" Umbridge roared.

"However, as long as our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor is willing to change to a safe teaching method, I think everyone is still qualified." Umbridge suddenly changed his sweet voice.

"I stick to my way of teaching, ma'am, but you can stop me in my class, you have that right now, don't you," Lockhart snorted.

"That's what you said, Mr. Lockhart!" Umbridge seemed exasperated.

Hagrid hurriedly removed the dragon meat from his face, but then the bruised scars around his eyes were fully revealed, not to mention the fresh and coagulated blood on his face, "Oh, Don't be so impulsive, Gilderoy," he said awkwardly.

"I'll come see you next time in class." Umbridge interrupted Hagrid gloomily, then pushed the door and left Hagrid's little house.

She went out, closing the door loudly behind her.

Hagrid went to the window and opened the curtains more than an inch wide.

"She's back at the castle," he whispered. "Alas, Gilderoy, why are you so impulsive, you've angered her."

"Yes," said Harry, pulling down his cloak, "Trelawney has been placed on school probation.

"

"That stupid megalomaniac, powerful old witch!" Hermione scolded angrily.

"Don't worry, I'll write to the Minister of Magic, Hagrid will be fine." Lockhart was full of confidence, "Hagrid, have you prepared your lessons?"

"Hmph... That's right, your relationship with the minister's family is so good." Hermione said strangely.

"Oh, don't worry, I've already prepared a lot of lessons," said Hagrid enthusiastically, picking up the dragon meat from the table and patting it on the eyes, "I've kept two animals, just for you intermediate wizards. Exam year. Just wait and see, they're unusual."

"Uh... what an unusual method?" Hermione asked uncertainly.

"I won't say it," said Hagrid cheerfully. "I'll be waiting to surprise you."

"Listen, Hagrid," Hermione said eagerly, without pretense, "Umbridge wouldn't be happy if you brought dangerous animals into class."

"Dangerous?" said Hagrid, looking completely bewildered. "Don't be silly, I'm not going to bring you anything dangerous! I mean, well, I admit they have to protect themselves—"

"Hagrid, you've got to pass Umbridge's scrutiny anyway and make her happy. You've got to show us how to take care of Pollock, how to tell the difference between an arched hedgehog and a normal hedgehog, that sort of thing!" Hermione Sincerely.

"Hagrid, please," Hermione said, her voice full of desperate anxiety, "she..."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of Umbridge." Lockhart winked at Hagrid.

"It's up to you, Gilderoy, I'm exhausted today and it's so late," he said, patting Hermione lightly on the shoulder, but she couldn't hold it and fell to the floor with a thud , "Ah--sorry--" He pulled her up by the collar, "Listen, don't worry about me, I promise, now that I'm back, I'll make the class very well organized. Now, you guys Go back to the castle at last!"

"Professor, what are you going to do with Umbridge?" Ron asked.

"Old rule, Imperius Curse + forgetting is nothing." Lockhart smiled.

"You can't do that!" Hermione said firmly. "You'll be sent to Azkaban."

"Just kidding, thank you for your concern." Lockhart took the initiative to show his favor to Hermione.

"Hmph." Hermione pulled Harry and Ron away quickly.

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