Vol 2 Chapter 931: Umbridge's first lesson

Of course, Harry now wants to be an Auror more. He still doesn't know what kind of results the Auror needs.
"I haven't thought about it yet," Ron said slowly, a little embarrassed. "Unless, um..."
"What?" Harry urged everyone to look at him.
"Well, when an Auror is pretty cool." Ron said in a half-truth.
"Yeah." Harry said enthusiastically, "That's pretty cool, this is the best job."
"However, they are almost all elites," said Ron. "It must be very good, you, Colin?"

I think it would be great to be a videographer!
Colin said,
Specially taking photos for the Hogwarts Magic.

"You are already doing this now." Ron said disapprovingly, "What are you going to do, Hermione?"
"I'm not sure, there are too many ideas." Hermione said, "In short, I want to do something really valuable."
She paused and didn't finish it. In fact, it would be better if I could be with Avon!
"When an Auror is worth it!" said Harry.
"Yes, but there are more things worthwhile than this." Hermione said thoughtfully, "I mean, if I can further promote the Home Elf Rights Promotion Association..."
Everyone shut up and carefully did not look at her eyes.
Breakfast ended with this, Harry, Hermione, and Ron went to the boring history of magic.
Ai Wen and Colin went to the third floor to go to the Defence Against the Dark Arts class. This is the first lesson of Umbridge at Hogwarts.
Ai Wen is not sure whether Umbridge will put the fourth grade on the first class on Monday for his sake.
What he can be sure of is that he has no expectations for Umbridge's defense against the Dark Arts.
Sure enough, when he and Colin walked into the classroom of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Umbridge had already sat behind the podium. She wore the fluffy pink cardigan that she wore the night before, overhead. Wearing a black velvet bow, like a big fly stupidly fell on a bigger donkey.
"Hello, Evan Mason, I am very happy to see you again!" she said in a sweet voice.
"Hello, Professor!" Ai Wen said cautiously, he was not happy at all.
"Oh, hurry down and sit down, we are going to start class soon!" Umbridge had a smirk on his face, and he seemed to be very familiar with Ai Wen. "We have time to communicate slowly."

Ai Wen sat down and saw Ginny make a face to herself.
The whole class was silent when they walked into the classroom. They still don’t know what Umbridge is like. They are not sure how strict her requirements for classroom discipline are. Everything is unknown, or be careful. .
"Good morning, classmates!" Umbridge said after the class sat down.
"Good morning, Professor!" The answer is seventy-eight, very casual.
"Oh, hey!" Umbridge said. "This can't be done, isn't it? You should have learned the appropriate etiquette. I hope you will answer this question: Good morning, Professor Umbridge. Ok, please come again. good morning students!"
"Good morning, Professor Umbridge." Ai Wen opened his mouth and did not say anything.
"The sound is not neat enough, not loud enough!" Umbridge said critically, "Students, please come again."
Everyone silently looked at each other and exchanged a strange and uneasy look.
Look at Umbridge's appearance. If everyone's greetings don't satisfy her, they may practice a whole class.
In the end, they said it again and again, and several boys even shouted out.
"That's right!" Professor Umbridge said with a voice. "It's not too difficult, isn't it? I hope that everyone can do this every time before class, this is the most basic respect for teachers. Ok, now please take your wand and take out the quill."
When I heard her, many students exchanged depressed eyes.
It’s never been a lesson that they think is interesting after the order to
take up the wand
.
The Defence Against Dark Arts class has always been practical, without a wand. Could it be that they use a quill to deal with the Dark Wizard?
When the whole class reluctantly took the wand away and slowly took out the quill, ink and parchment, Umbridge opened her handbag and pulled out a short wand. Strike the blackboard.
Two lines of words appeared on the blackboard immediately: the defense of the Dark Arts defense returned to the basic principles.
"Classmates, you must have had the same doubts. The teaching of your course has been intermittent, not systematic, isn't it?" Professor Umbridge turned and faced the whole class, with two hands crossed. I put it right on my chest and said, "I have reviewed the course materials and related assignments and papers of your previous years. I can only say that all of them are rubbish. You have wasted three years, what? The useful defenses of the Dark Arts have not been learned, the teachers are constantly changing, and most of them have not followed the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic..."
Under the podium, the students quietly exchanged their eyes and did not know what Umbridge meant.
Does she want to say that they were wasting time in the past three years?
Lohat was really like that year, but in all fairness, Lupin and Sirius taught that it is good. It is the orthodox defense of the Dark Arts. False Moody also let them see what is real black magic. As for the first half of this year. The real lessons that Moody came back to after, let them know that this is the Auror.
Everyone feels a lot better, saying that they haven't learned anything, and that the homework and exam papers are rubbish. Is it a bit too much?
Besides, they still have Avon in their class, and now they are recognized as the strongest wizard in Hogwarts.
Unlike those who became somewhat angry because of Umbridge’s words, Ai Wen didn’t feel anything. He wasn’t Harry. He wouldn’t jump out of the classroom and smack with Umbridge, obviously punish the other. Your own excuses and opportunities.
At the very least, everyone must abide by the rules.
Umbridge is their professor of defense of the Dark Arts. It is the monitor of the Ministry of Magic sent to Hogwarts. It can't be confronted with her hard, nor when it is torn, but in the dark.......
Ai Wen sucked his nose and made a good student expression that focused on listening. He felt that he was getting darker and darker!