94 Diagon Alley

    , seeming to concentrate in pain, pretending to write in the air: "I... can't... be... like... babes... babes... ass...."

    Everyone laughed and laughed, but no one laughed as much as Luna Lovegood. She let out a burst of laughter, waking Hedwig from her dream. It flapped its wings angrily, causing Crookshanks to blow up with fright, and the dog purred menacingly to fight the owl. The Mibu Mibao in Neville's arms was about to spray pus on Harry, but in the end, everyone worked together to control the situation.

    Anyway, on the way back to school, they had **** with Luna, the mad girl Gwen told her she was called by some Slytherins as Gryffindor. Friends, though this blond girl is indeed a little different. For example, after everyone got off the train, they boarded the self-driving carriage. But Luna kept staring at the air in front of the carriage, and even touched it twice, with the same gesture as Sirius licking Buckbeak.

    After entering the castle, the auditorium was full of four long college tables, with a starless black ceiling, exactly the same as the sky they saw outside through the high windows. Candles floated above the dining table, illuminating the silver-white ghosts dotted in the auditorium, and illuminating the excited faces of the students. They were talking gleefully, exchanging summer news, shouting hello to friends from other colleges, and examining each other's new hairstyles and clothes. It's just that every time Harry walks by, people huddle together and whisper.

    Luna left them and sat down at the Ravenclaw table. As soon as they got to the Gryffindor table, Ginny was pulled over to sit by some fourth-year classmates yelling. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville found a few seats in the middle of the table together, and the faster twins and Gwen had taken a good seat, just to Harry's right.

    "He's not there." Ron and Hermione's eyes were also scanning the staff's desk, which was not necessary at all. Hagrid's big man will stand out in any lineup.

    After a moment of silence, Harry spoke in a low voice so as not to be heard by others: "Maybe he hasn't come back yet. You know--not yet done--is his summer vacation. That thing for Dumbledore."

    But Hermione bit her lip and glanced back and forth at the staff desk, as if hoping to find a convincing explanation for Hagrid's absence. "Who is that?" she said sharply, pointing to the middle of the staff's desk.

    Gwen's eyes followed the direction she pointed, the woman looked like someone's old unmarried aunt, short and fat, with a fistful of gray Short brown hair with a very ugly big pink bow, which matched the fluffy pink cardigan she wore over her robe. There is also a pale, leprosy face and a pair of eyes with droopy lids and bulging eyes.

    Gwen quickly looked away and said to George and Fred, "Guess what class she teaches?"

    Fred and George also looked over, showing expressions that were indescribable.

    "Unless there is a new class at Hogwarts this year..." Fred swallowed a piece of potato.

    "...Like "Teach You How to Make Yourself Nasty"?" George took a gulp of pumpkin juice.

     "Did Dumbledore hire her because she wrapped herself like cheap candy?" Gwen shook his head.

    Harry seemed to recognize her, "It was the woman named Umbridge! She attended my interrogation and she worked for Fudge!"

    "What a beautiful cardigan!" Ron smirked.

    "She works for Fudge!" Hermione repeated, frowning, "Then what is she doing here?" Hermione looked carefully at the staff desk, her eyes narrowed.

    When the meal was over, their principal stood up to greet them all.

    "This year, we have two changes to our teaching staff. We are delighted that she welcomes back Professor Grapland, who will teach you about the conservation of magical creatures. We are also delighted to introduce Professor Umbridge, Our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher."

    Gwen and the twins took a deep breath, and the three of them silently took out the mints they had just left and stuffed them into their mouths.

    Dumbledore continued: "The selection for the House Quidditch team will be—"

    He stopped abruptly and looked at Professor Umbridge questioningly. Since she was not much taller when she stood up than when she was sitting, no one could understand why Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking, only to hear Professor Umbridge clearing his throat: "Cough, cough. ." Then everyone realized that she had stood up and was about to speak.

    Dumbledore looked surprised only for a moment, then he sat down tactfully, looking at Professor Umbridge intently, as if impatient to hear her speak. Other teachers did not conceal their surprise so subtly. Professor Sprout's eyebrows almost jumped into her fluttering hair, and Professor McGonagall pursed her mouth so tightly that Professor Snape moved his chair farther away.

    "Thank you, Headmaster," Professor Umbridge smirked, "thank you for such a warm welcome." Her voice was high, high-pitched, and angry , like a little girl's voice, "It's great to see these happy little faces looking up at me!"

    None of the faces around were happy. Instead, the students looked surprised that someone thought they were five-year-olds.

    "I'm sure we'll be very good friends!"

    "That's weird." Fred and George said in unison.

    Gwen gave them a thumbs up from under the table.

    Professor Umbridge cleared her throat again, but as she continued speaking, some of the breath in her voice was lost. Her voice was much more solemn now, and her words were dry, as if those words had long been memorized in her heart. "The Ministry of Magic has always believed that educating young wizards and wizards is a very important thing. Successive Headmasters of Hogwarts have innovated in the management of this historic school, and this is only right, because if there is no progress , will stagnate, will decay. Some changes have achieved good results, while others will be found to be wrong decisions in due time. Let us keep moving forward into a new, enlightened, efficient and sensible In the era, resolutely maintain what should be maintained, improve what needs to be improved, and discard those we should ban."

    "Thank you very much, Professor Umbridge, your speech is very inspiring." Then, Dumbledore bowed at her, "Well, as I said just now, The Quidditch selections will be…”

    "Yeah, it's really enlightening," Hermione said in a low voice.

    "Don't you mean you listened with gusto?" asked Ron in a low voice, turning his dull face to Hermione, "This is probably the most boring speech I've ever heard, and I still grew up with Percy."

    "I say inspiring, not entertaining," Hermione said. "It says a lot."

    "Really?" Harry said in surprise. "It sounds like a lot of nonsense to me."

    "Let me tell you what I mean," said Hermione through gritted teeth, "that means the Ministry of Magic is interfering at Hogwarts."

    With a reminder from the very politically sensitive Hermione, Gwen set the tone for her sixth grade, "I don't think this year will be much better than last year."

    Dinner on the first day of school, Gwen sat at the long table in Gryffindor with a pale face, her friend Katie and her boyfriend George were trying to amuse her.

    "What's wrong with Gwen?" asked the Harry trio, who were discussing something, sitting across from them.

    "She has Defence Against the Dark Arts and Advanced Potions today." Katie said that she avoided Harry's eyes a little, although she was willing to believe Harry in her heart.

    Gwen opened his mouth, closed it again, opened his mouth again, "You can't imagine - Defence Against the Dark Arts class can be like this."

    "I thought the potions class was even scarier." Ron looked at Gwen suspiciously.

    "Potions class is really scary, but I'm used to it." Like the thunderous Gwen, who mechanically ate the stew that George put on her plate, "But she—Snape The professor is an angel compared to her. I don't want to spoil your surprise, I wish you a good day."

    Harry and Hermione looked at Katie, she and Gwen were supposed to take that class together, and Katie was clearly dissatisfied. "She made me almost think I was only three years old this year."

    "I never thought I'd meet a worse Defence Against the Dark Arts professor." Gwen said to the twins, "Gentlemen, I'm worried about you."

    Fred and George look eager to try.

    "I'm too worried you guys will fight her." Gwen closed her eyes in pain.

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    Gwen expected some people in Gryffindor to clash with the new professor, but she didn't expect that the chosen one would be Harry.

     Having dinner in the auditorium that night was not a pleasant experience. News of his quarrel with Umbridge spread like wildfire even by Hogwarts standards. When Harry sat between Ron and Hermione and started to eat. There were whispers all around. Interestingly, none of those whispering seemed to care whether Harry heard them. just