Chapter 231: Umbridge

The class bell rang.
Under the order of the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, they began to trot in this muddy swamp.
"Good physical strength is the key to fighting the dark wizard!" Professor Aristo Moody's hoarse voice sounded from behind them: "Otherwise, your small body may not be able to support a battle!"
"...Hurry up, Avery!"
"...Don't stop, Crevy!"
While issuing orders out loud, Moody's Mad Eye almost completely ignored the high-level prosecutors beside him.
"Ahem!" Dolores Umbridge had to pretend to be a false cough, which was also the stupid light cough she used to interrupt Dumbledore on the first night of school.
However, Mad-Eye Moody didn't hear him, raising his cane and roaring loudly:
"Patrick, concentrate on running, don't just be distracted!"
"Cough, cough." Professor Umbridge coughed again, more pronounced and louder.
"What's wrong, Dolores!" Mad-eyed Moody turned around, his mutilated eyebrows gathered together, as if forming a long, intimidating straight line: "It looks like you need some cold medicine. ?"
"That's it, Alastor..." Umbridge glanced at Moody's magic eye staring at her with some fear, and then said: "Professor, I just want to know if you have received me A note, which informs you of the date and..."
"Obviously, I received it." Mad-Eye Moody said in a hoarse voice, coldly: "Otherwise I would worry that you are a stupid Death Eater in disguise, so I will just knock you out first..."
"Well, giggle..." Umbridge seemed to hear some funny joke and smirked, covering his mouth.
But when she raised her head again, Mad-Eye Moody had already ran up and followed the group of running students.
Umbridge was stunned, and then there were spiteful gazes in her eyes... She held the pink skirt in one hand and the handbag in the other, and ran up.
Many students, especially Gryffindor students, have seen this embarrassing scene of Umbridge.
They exchanged glances with each other, and both showed joyful expressions.
...
"Don't rest, the dark wizards will not attack you just because you are exhausted!" Moody continued to coldly shout at his students: "Keep running, if anyone is really running If I don’t go down, I can tell."
"So... I have to make any excuses for me!"
"Alastor...Alastor..." Umbridge on one side, panting, followed the pace.
"Dolores, do you want to join my class too?" Mad-Eye Moody glanced at her squintingly. "If I remember correctly, you have graduated from Hogwarts for decades! "
"No...I'm just surprised by your teaching content..." Umbridge said intermittently.
"I'm only asking them by Auror standards!" Moody didn't look at Umbridge, and continued to trot forward while saying, "These are just some of the most basic courses in Auror training. !"
Umbridge had to speed up again to keep up with Moody's.
"Auror, not everyone can become an Auror... Auror is the elite of wizards!" She gasped and said, "Arasto, you don't think that the students will Be attacked during class... They don’t have any need to train according to Auror standards, they are just a group of fourth and fifth grade students..."
"Are you a defense against the Dark Arts education expert specially trained by the Ministry of Magic, Miss Umbridge?" Mad-eyed Moody asked coldly.
"..." Umbridge's face flushed suddenly.
"Have you ever faced off against dark magic, dark wizards, or dark magical animals?" Mad Eye Moody was not polite, and continued to sarcastically, "Or which prisoner of Azkaban has something to do with you?"
"If it's not..." Moody's face showed a bit of anger: "Then please don't stop interrupting me. You know, I generally don't allow others to talk during class."
"Ok... very good!"
Professor Umbridge looked like he was slapped in the face. She did not speak, but straightened the parchment on the writing board, and began to write hastily in anger.
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In the following Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Umbridge did not rush around like the previous herbal medicine, spell, or divination classes.
Obviously, she had signaled that Mad Eye Moody could not allow her to do so.
As before, she took out a small seat from the pink handbag; then sat on it obediently, keeping notes on the parchment in her hand. When she was writing, her actions were so rough that Jon even suspected that she could pierce the parchment several times.
At the same time, Umbridge looked up from time to time and looked around.
When the get out of class bell rang and Professor Moody finally asked the classmates to pack up and dismiss class; she stood up with a stern face and looked quite scary.
As the students left, she walked in the direction of Moody.
Jon pretended that something had fallen in the swamp... stayed, wandering around, pricked his ears and listened to the conversation over there.
"How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?" Umbridge asked stiffly.
"A year and ten days!" Mad-Eye Moody said calmly without looking at her.
At the same time, he took out a water glass from his pocket and slightly moved his cane...the water glass was immediately filled with water.
Then he snapped out the magic eye on his right ~EbookFREE.me~ and put it in the water cup, and stabbed it with his hand to make it sink and float; the eye whizzed around, one by one. Staring at everyone around.
"Damn Xibei!" Moody's mouth still cursed.
Umbridge was so scared that he took a few steps back, and then glanced at Moody's movements with disgust.
Knowing that Mad-Eye Moody took the magic eye out of the water again and put it on.
"Then you have a familiar relationship with Albus Dumbledore?" Umbridge continued to ask.
"Yes... We were friends fifty years ago!"
Professor Umbridge took a few more notes.
"Very good," she said, "you will receive the results of your investigation within ten days."
"Very well, I can't wait!" Professor Alastor Moody replied in an extremely cold tone.
The two professors left in different directions and strode away, so far they parted ways.