The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

The next day, Monday morning.

Jon hadn't expected to see their new Senior Inspector until the second Care of Fantastic Beasts class.

Unexpectedly, in the herbal medicine class, the class is only halfway through——

When they were fertilizing the soil in the greenhouse with dragon dung under the leadership of Professor Sprout, the pink toad suddenly broke into the greenhouse.

"Professor, I just want to know if you have received my note with the date and time to investigate your class situation!" Umbridge walked directly to Professor Sprout, using that kind of whiny girl said the voice.

At the same time, she took a disgusted look at Professor Sprout's thick hat covered in patches and mud all over his body.

"Of course." Professor Pomona-Sprout replied in a calm and concise tone.

Umbridge nodded, motioning for her to continue with the lesson.

Professor Sprout ignored her, watching the students fertilize with dragon manure, and told them several techniques of pollination.

The corner of Jon's eyes has been paying attention to Umbridge... She has been looking around. When listening to Professor Sprout's lecture, her eyes seem to be a little blurred. It's a bit over the top.

Umbridge wisely did not interrupt Professor Sprout's lecture.

It wasn't until her lecture was over and the students were collecting pollen in sealed paper bags that Umbridge joined Professor Sprout.

"How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?" asked Professor Umbridge.

"It just turned thirty-six years this September." Professor Sprout smiled politely at her.

Professor Umbridge made a few notes in her notebook.

"Dumbledore hired you?" Umbridge asked curiously.

"Yes!" Professor Sprout nodded: "I had just graduated from Hogwarts a few days...he wrote to me telling me that Professor Brewster was going to retire, and asked me if I would take her place. , and then I came to Hogwarts..."

"You are an honorary member of the International Herbal Association, and you have published seven articles in the magazine "Witches and Herbs", right?" Umbridge continued to ask.

"Yes..." Professor Sprout nodded, "That's all the results of my research over the years!"

"You will receive the results of your investigation within ten days..." Umbridge finally put down the quill and notebook in his hand, and said.

"Okay thank you!"

...

After Herbology class, there is Care of Magical Creatures class.

They were no longer at Hagrid's hut for this lesson, and Umbridge took them to a spare classroom on the third floor of the castle.

A small amount of dust remained on the desks and chairs in the classroom.

"Good morning, students?"

"Good morning, Professor Umbridge!" With previous experience, all the students almost shouted out with all their might.

Umbridge nodded with some satisfaction: "Very good!"

"We're talking about centaurs in this lesson... please turn to page 126 of your Fantastic Beasts book!"

"This kind of monster is human from the waist up, usually with red hair and beard, but below the waist is a brownish-red shiny horse body, with a long red tail dragging behind it.

"The Ministry of Magic still considers centaurs to be magical creatures with "close to human intelligence" according to the second paragraph of the fifteenth law of the Division for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. However, for those centaurs, they surprisingly think that, A gift from the Ministry of Magic is a disgrace!"

"The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures has had a centaur liaison office since 1947, but practically no centaurs use it." Umbridge paused, then continued: "In fact, 'sent to 'To the Centaur Liaison Office' has become an inside joke in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Fantastic Creatures, implying that the person in question is about to be fired."

Umbridge never fails to speak of the centaurs in a condescending tone.

"There is no doubt that, as far as I personally think, the centaurs should be strictly controlled... They should be kept in a small space, put up a sign, and ensure that they will not accidentally injure others..."

...

Yet another Care for Fantastic Creatures lesson that's been boring.

In the past, Professor Hagrid, Professor Graplan and even Professor Kettleburn would bring some interesting magical animals over and let them get in touch with them.

But here Umbridge would only repeat those few sentences boringly and tediously——

Werewolves are vicious, centaurs are evil, giants are stupid... It feels like a child shouting slogans, extremely boring.

It wasn't just Jon who felt this way, many of the Slytherin students felt the same way.

Especially Astoria, she kept a straight face throughout Umbridge's class.

Seeing her expression, Jon couldn't help but worry about her...

It's a pity that it's not easy to go forward and remind her.

...

After lunch at noon, they came to the Charms classroom on the fourth floor.

Besides Flitwick, Umbridge had been waiting here long ago.

She bent down to look at Flitwick standing on a stack of thick books, then took out her wand and conjured up a set of tape measures, and measured Flitwick's height.

"Three-and-a-half feet tall!" Umbridge said with a scornful face, and began to jot something down in his notebook.

However, Flitwick continued to teach Ravenclaw and Slytherin students the "Flying Curse" as if he hadn't seen Umbridge at all, and continued to teach the students of Ravenclaw and Slytherin; The spell "Expelling Curse".

When he saw Flitwick precisely controlling a pair of armor, flying around in the classroom, and even dancing... the expression on Umbridge's face was incredible.

She stopped Melinda Poppin of Ravenclaw to find out what the usual class was like.

Miss Poppin, of course, would not speak ill of their dean, but replied that the class was very good.

Although Umbridge's face was very ugly, it seemed that he finally resigned to his fate...

After writing down a few notes in the notebook, she ran to the podium when the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

"How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?" asked Umbridge.

"Forty-four years." Flitwick said flatly.

"That means you weren't hired by Dumbledore?" Umbridge continued to ask.

"Yes... When I first came to school, Albus was the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and we were colleagues."

"You will receive the results of your investigation within ten days..." Umbridge recorded all these contents in his notebook, and finally put down the quill and notebook unwillingly.

"Okay, I know!" Flitwick nodded.