The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Professor Moody sat back in his chair with his legs spread out, and when Umbridge began to lecture, he did not speak even though he saw the students deserting behind the books.

The former students didn't dare to do this, even if they hid under the table, they could be seen...but now Astori Moody is no longer a professor.

"Get out, please," Umbridge snapped his lips.

"Who? Me? Or Remus?" Moody said like an innocent student, "Sorry, this...um...professor...I just want to listen in, let's get started, it's been 5 minutes now up"

Umbridge's class was so ugly that the little wizards suddenly felt that even the history of magic taught by Binns before the gradual change was more interesting than this.

Lupine leaned against him and dozed off with his eyes closed.

"Dumbledore is back?" Moody whispered to Cyrus, he was a little curious about the sudden announcement from the headmaster today, "Minerva said she didn't know about it..."

"Ah~ Maybe Headmaster Dumbledore... came back for a while..."

Cyrus' eyelids had already started to fight, his head was drooping, and he couldn't help fishing. If he had known that he should sit in the back row today, at least he could lean on Hermione's shoulder and squint for a while.

No...it's boring...at least Professor Binns can memorize the whole book, but Umbridge has to look down at the content before reading it.

"When did Defense Against the Dark Arts become a reading?" Hermione pouted, disdainfully.

"Put away your wand... Please mark the bottom of the third and sixth pages of the "Compendium of Defense Against Magic... and then read it..." Umbridge seemed completely absorbed, "How?"

Even Ravenclaw's eaglets can't cheer up, what are they doing?They missed Defense Against the Dark Arts with Moody and Lupine so much, but this was Umbridge's first class.

What to do in the future...doesn't the OWLS exam also need to show the magic spell?

They put away their wands without interest, and glanced at each other: What should we do?It looks like a professor who knows nothing...what should I do?

"According to the script~"

Maybe it was because Cyrus was chanting too loudly, Umbridge quickly locked his eyes on the front row of seats, she twisted her body, pretending to be a cute girl, which was disgusting.

"What did you just say?" The smile on her face was less.

"I said...it's useless, just follow the script..." Cyrus raised his voice every time he said a sentence. He held his head up and looked at Umbridge impartially. dogma!"

"Ridiculous! Five points off Hufflepuff!"

Umbridge's smile froze, and the curve of her mouth softened. She looked into Cyrus' blue eyes, and for some reason, a flame burst into her heart.

So is Dumbledore, so is Moody's magic eye...  

"Are you disrespecting the Professor, or are you disrespecting the Ministry?" she demanded sharply. "No one has an opinion... Mr. Cyrus, do you feel like you're getting carried away by the success of some small theory. ..”

"Oh~ let me interject." Moody suddenly raised his hand, adding fuel to the flames and mocking, "Those 'little' theories are achievements that you will never touch in your life."

The students behind were all hiding behind their books and snickering. Umbridge turned his head angrily, not knowing what to say, so he could only grit his teeth and say, "Where's Dumbledore? I want to see him!"

"Sorry, he's not here." Cyrus took out the next lesson on ancient runes.

Umbridge just received a letter from the Ministry of Magic, about letting her continue to supervise Hogwarts and let her take Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"I said...the headmaster has so many things going on every day, I'm afraid I won't be able to spare time." Cyrus looked at the watch Hermione gave him this year, "So, sorry, I have to go to Bathshed Babb at noon Professor Lin wrote the rune translation"

The bell finally rang, and the students stood up jubilantly together, Justin and Wayne dragging Cyrus between them, happy that Defense Against the Dark Arts class was over.

It's finally over...they're all refreshed for the next class!

"Stop...stop!" Umbridge stared, annoyed at their defiant attitude, "Some of you must have contacted Dumbledore...in the name of 'No Illegal Assembly'... "

"We're just chatting together...Professor~" Hermione held her head proudly, "You mean, everyone can't talk to each other?"

Who will give her a good face?This senior investigator has sealed up Hermione's association...

It wasn't until it was almost lunch that Moody woke Lupine up. He clapped his hands and said sarcastically, "Hahaha...Professor Umbridge, your class is really...satisfactory ~"

Hermione's next elective was Divination, and because of the new semester's schedule, she had to stagger it with Cyrus, and Cyrus devoted the rest of his time to Potions.

Thanks to that old bat, Cyrus' teeth itch at the thought of Snape in confinement.

"You don't even know what he's talking about... Let me make a potion of Wolfsbane myself?!" Cyrus stood at the door of the library with the translated materials in his arms, "and said, this is for Professor Lupine of"

Hermione didn't speak, just pursed her lips tightly and tapped her shoulders a few times.

"What do you mean?!"

"It's nothing, I just prayed for the professor in advance..." Hermione sighed, "Snape can tell the potion I made at a glance... I can lend you the potion diary if necessary "

It's not because Cyrus' level of potion is too bad, it's just that he cuts potion ingredients too much like cooking, and when Hermione makes potion, she always adds some spices habitually.

In "Potion Diaries", it was probably summed up by Hermione and Professor Snape in class. Even if the bad taste of some potions can't be covered, at least they can smell better.

Cyrus can vouch for that...

After the two separated, Hermione thought she would be able to relax a bit in the Divination class, but when she stepped up the spiral staircase and just entered the tower, she saw Trelawney cowering aside.

As soon as Hermione pulled out "Dream Diary", Professor Trelawney gently moved it over. She was afraid that the bracelet and the iron plates on the clothes would make noises and wake up the 'sleeping' Umbridge.

"Cough...Take out your diary, and interpret it with reference to the "Guide to Interpreting Dreams" and your inner thoughts." The professor sat at Hermione's desk, her fingers twisted together, as if fighting.

"Already in class?" Umbridge's face was full of fat, and he squeezed out a smile, "Professor, I believe you have seen the time and tasks of checking the class..."

Trelawney nodded silently, scowling.

She had already heard the news of Professor Moody's expulsion, and she was a little afraid of the senior investigator of the Ministry of Magic who came this semester, knowing that Principal Dumbledore was not here anymore.

"Okay, let's start dream interpretation in pairs...Miss Granger, let me see yours?" Trelawney pulled the blanket tightly around her shoulders.

"Don't you look at the other students?" The poisonous old toad asked her while writing on the paper.

"Of course I will...but I have to finish her work first." Trelawney suppressed her trembling and remained unfathomable, as if a voice from the clouds said, "Her third eye can always make my Broader horizons”

Hermione bit her lower lip with her white teeth, and lowered her head, she even wanted to summon Smaug to leave here immediately.

its not right!Don't you interpret your dreams yourself?She looked around and found that everyone was like this, holding the "Dream Interpretation Guide" and analyzing it in other people's diaries.

Hermione seemed to have misunderstood something.

"Professor... I can do it myself..." she said shamefully.

"Oh~ don't be afraid... Honey, trust my dream interpretation, Harry Potter trusts me" She didn't know that Harry just nodded superficially.

Facing this talented student, Trelawney's brows relaxed a bit, and she shifted her focus away from the toad crawling around among the students.

"Let me see... the past? It's not... Mysterious Man... When you were a child? It doesn't look like you." Trelawney looked at it intently, her eyes magnified by glasses, almost pasted to the page on.

Parallel universes...multiverse...a bunch of kittens...deaths of someone close to you...

"Professor?" Hermione suddenly realized that she had stopped talking, but she didn't know where the other party saw.

"Uh... that..." She raised her eyes, stretched her mouth several times before she stretched her neck, and whispered, "Cyrus's parents are a bit too many... Also, you...really I want to be born so..."

"That's just a dream!!" Hermione exclaimed, regardless of the identity of the other professor, snatched it away.