The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

The Gryffindor fourth years were already gathered ten meters from the door of Hagrid's hut.

But Jon didn't see the pink toad.

"Will the Protection of Fantastic Beasts class still be taught here?" Someone asked, "After all, the teacher isn't Hagrid anymore?"

"I don't know...but if the class location is changed, the prefect should inform us in advance, right?"

"That's right, let's wait!"

They were all talking.

Due to the tense relationship between the two houses of Slytherin and Gryffindor... In front of Hagrid's hut, they stood clearly in two groups.

"That Rubeus Hagrid is terrible. He just got a teacher from Dumbledore!" Sean Avery was still introducing to Jon: "I think this new Ugly Mlich, it can't be worse than him!"

Jon nodded on the surface, but he was thinking secretly in his heart——

What would Umbridge and the like have them do? Instead of exposing them to Fantastic Beasts, do they have to recite Newt Scamander's Fantastic Beasts from cover to cover?

Just as he was thinking, a pink figure walked out of the castle far away.

...

A few minutes later, Dolores Umbridge was beside them.

She was wearing the fuzzy pink cardigan she had worn the night before, with the black velvet bow on top of her head. This reminded Jon again of a big fly landing on a toad.

Beside Hagrid's hut, the two noisy groups of people immediately became quiet.

After all, no one knows whether this new teacher will be able to deal with it well.

"Good afternoon, students!" Umbridge said in a whining voice after the whole class stood in two rows.

Several classmates muttered "good afternoon" in reply.

"Tut, tut, tut!" She shook her head. "That's not okay... I want you to answer, 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' So please do it again..."

"Good afternoon, students!" said Umbridge a second time.

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," they replied in unison.

"The voice doesn't seem to be loud enough...you guys haven't eaten this morning...giggles!" While pursing his lips and smiling like a barbell, Umbridge shook his head again.

"Good afternoon, students!" said Umbridge for the third time.

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," they shouted almost as hard as they could.

"That's right...it's not too difficult, is it?" She nodded with satisfaction: "I hope that every time we meet in the future, you will be as vibrant and energetic as you are now!"

Several Slytherin students on the side and some Gryffindor students on the opposite side exchanged glances, obviously they found that the new teacher was not easy to deal with.

...

Professor Umbridge opened her handbag and drew a surprisingly short wand; then took a few steps forward.

Then, she looked at Hagrid's hut with some disgust, then took out the perfume from her bag, and sprayed it vigorously on herself.

Everyone looked at everything in front of them in a daze.

"Ahem!" Umbridge cleared his throat, and then turned around: "Protection of Fantastic Beasts, for this course, I am very dissatisfied with your teaching progress."

"...It's unbelievable that this class of yours was taught by a very dangerous half-giant in the past; I think Albus Dumbledore is quite irresponsible as a headmaster!"

"No, you're wrong, Hagrid is a good teacher!" A red-haired girl stood up from the Gryffindor group, and she shouted.

On the other hand, Slytherin snickered, several girls headed by Selwyn covered their mouths, but Astoria didn't laugh.

"I think..." Umbridge looked at the red-haired girl carefully while looking at the roster in his hand: "I think you should be Miss Ginny Weasley, right?"

"That's right!" Ginny bravely straightened her body.

"So, what does Arthur Weasley, of the Ministry of Magic's Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division, have to do with you?" Umbridge continued.

"It's my father!" Ginny frowned and replied with some confusion.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Umbridge uttered strange screams again, and then she took out a notepad and recorded something hissingly on it.

"What did you just say, Miss Weasley?" she asked with a smile.

"Hagrid is a good teacher!" Ginny repeated word for word.

"Miss Weasley, I think there are two mistakes in your sentence!" Umbridge's tone suddenly changed, it was no longer the girlish voice before, replaced by the one from last night's speech Aunt voice:

"...First of all, the Hagrid you mentioned is not at Hogwarts now, and he is no longer a teacher. I am the professor of Care of Magical Creatures at Hogwarts..."

"...Secondly, if you read Miss Rita Skeeter's article in the "Daily Prophet" last year, you should know that Rubeus Hagrid is a very dangerous half-human, half-beast, For such a monster that may endanger your safety at any time, you should not be fooled by its appearance, and evaluate it as 'good' at will..."

Umbridge's voice was very serious, terribly serious. And in her words, all of them showed her disgust and hatred for Hagrid.

Ginny Weasley seemed to be trembling with anger, she looked straight at Umbridge, and roared, "Hagrid is not a monster!"

"Are you yelling at me?" Professor Umbridge's face was expressionless, and Jon thought for a moment that she was going to get angry.

Ginny looked a little taken aback.

Then she said in the softest, most coquettish little girl's voice: "Very well, Miss Weasley, dear..."

Ginny was obviously also a little puzzled.

Umbridge stroked her fiery red hair lightly: "Please tell Minerva that you have to go to my office for confinement on Saturday night!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she gently pushed Ginny.

Ginny looked a little frightened on her face as she took a few steps back and ran towards the castle.

...

Dolores Umbridge turned her eyes back to the crowd: "So, let's start the class!"

Then, she waved her wand, and several scrolls appeared on the door panel of Hagrid's cabin.

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