Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Malfoy was not surprised by Umbridge's overtures.

He enthusiastically chatted with Umbridge, praising the Ministry of Magic at every turn, and when Umbridge mentioned Harry, he launched into a tirade.

“Professor, Harry Potter is such an ungrateful wretch. I even considered him a friend at one point, but he actually slandered my father. Now he's just getting worse, showing you no respect whatsoever. I can't stand it.”

Umbridge was very pleased with Malfoy's attitude.

“Mr. Malfoy, these are minor issues. Harry Potter is the Savior, so it's normal for him to have a bit of a temper. As a professor, I can't possibly hold a grudge against a child.”

“However…” Umbridge adopted a sorrowful expression. “This also reflects the significant problems with Hogwarts' education.”

“In just one week, I've discovered that the professors here only focus on cultivating students' skills, completely neglecting moral education, which has led to students disrespecting professors and the Ministry of Magic.”

“This situation worries me immensely. Fortunately, Minister Fudge takes this situation very seriously and has given me a little bit of power, so I've decided to start rectifying the disciplinary problems at Hogwarts.”

Suddenly, a discordant voice interrupted Umbridge's words.

“Boring,” Theodore Nott said with a look of impatience. “I thought you had something important to tell me, Professor, but it's just this trivial matter. It's too boring.”

“Professor Umbridge, if there's nothing else, I'll go back to brewing potions.”

With that, he turned and left Umbridge's office without looking back.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the office was incredibly awkward, and Umbridge's fake smile was on the verge of collapsing.

What was wrong with Theodore?

His father, Old Nott, had clearly praised Minister Fudge's education reforms in the Daily Prophet. Why wouldn't he give her any face?

Was there something wrong with him?

Watching Umbridge get snubbed, Malfoy desperately suppressed the corners of his mouth to keep from laughing.

That idiot actually invited Theodore. That guy is a potions prodigy, only interested in potions, and indifferent to everything else.

Now look, you've embarrassed yourself.

“Professor,” Malfoy interjected smoothly, “Theodore is just a simpleton, completely ignorant of social graces. He even dares to talk back to Professor Snape. Please don't take it to heart.”

So that's how it is…

Before, she had only considered Old Nott's attitude and the fact that Theodore wasn't close to Dumbledore's faction at school. She hadn't realized that this kid wouldn't play along with anyone.

Forget it. It was her fault for not investigating thoroughly. She wouldn't bother the kid and just give Old Nott some face.

Umbridge composed herself, put on her fake smile again, and said to the remaining students.

“You are some of the students I value highly. Not only are you excellent in character and academics, but you are also loyal to the Ministry of Magic. Therefore, I would like to invite you to help me reform Hogwarts. I wonder if you are willing to join my team?”

“Of course, we are!” Malfoy was the first to express his willingness. “It's our honor, Professor Umbridge. Just tell us what to do, and we'll do it.”

The other students also patted their chests, looking as if they would follow Umbridge's lead.

“Very good!” Umbridge smiled extremely happily. She loved this feeling of being the center of attention and holding great power. “I will form a review committee, and you will be the first members of the review committee.”

“Of course, to facilitate your assistance in reforming the school's order, I will grant you special rights. For example, you can deduct house points from other students, and you can use force to stop any behavior that violates school rules and regulations.”

“If you perform exceptionally well, I will hold a press conference on behalf of the Ministry of Magic at the end of the term to personally commend your achievements.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Pansy squealed with delight: “Deduct points from other students? Does that mean we each have the same rights as prefects?”

“Wrong, my dear,” Umbridge shook her head and said sweetly, “Your rights are even greater than prefects. When you discover violations, in addition to deducting points, you can also bring them to my office, and I will give them detention depending on the situation.”

“In addition, you can also help me supervise the teaching of each professor. After all, I am only one person, and I am unable to review all the professors.”

Umbridge began to paint a picture with all her might, making the students present feel excited. They had never imagined that they, as students, could participate in the professor review.

In an instant, several students spoke up, expressing their dissatisfaction with the various professors.

Seeing that morale was available, Umbridge smiled and said.

“Of course, reforming Hogwarts is not something that can be done in a day or two, and reviewing professors cannot be done randomly. We need to start with simple things first.”

“I have found that students in the school like to use violence to solve problems, and they often go to the dueling club to duel. This is not good, very bad! This kind of violent thinking can easily shake the stability of the magic world.”

“My Defense Against the Dark Arts class is mainly theoretical in order to prevent such things from happening. Unfortunately, the students don't understand my good intentions and have instead secretly formed a Defense Against the Dark Arts club.”

“I need you to help me collect evidence and then speak out in the Daily Prophet, denouncing this violent behavior. At that time, I can have a legitimate reason to close this illegal club with my status as a High Inquisitor, and if possible, even close the dueling club.”

Hearing this, the originally eager students shut their mouths, and the smug smiles froze on their faces.

Are you crazy?

Close the dueling club?

Don't you know who built it?

You're not just picking on soft persimmons, you're picking on diamonds.

Don't you know that Professor Swan has become the second You-Know-Who in the pure-blood circle? Our parents have told us repeatedly not to offend Professor Swan.

You go, we won't go!

Still have a legitimate reason…

You're purely unable to tell the difference between big and small.

Seeing the atmosphere cool down again, Umbridge was unhappy.

“Why aren't you talking?”

To be honest, she had long wanted to close that damn club and then review all the existing clubs, and only those that met the requirements could continue to exist.

It's just that this right is firmly in Sebastian's hands, and she doesn't have the guts to ask for it directly, hoping that these students will take the lead so that she can find an excuse to discuss it with him.

Of course, just now, saying to close the dueling club was just Umbridge talking big to the students in order to boost morale. Her real purpose was just to close that Defense Against the Dark Arts club.

As long as it's justified, she believes Sebastian won't say much.

However, she didn't expect these students to not buy it at all, and she was a little embarrassed for a moment.

At a critical moment, Malfoy spoke again: “Professor, take my advice, don't think about anything related to the dueling club. Professor Swan is behind the dueling club, and our family has business dealings with Swan Alchemy.”

“If we offend Professor Swan, it would be bad if it affects the family's business.”

“Why don't you think about something else? We will definitely support you this time.”