Professor HP is not a pedophile

In a few days, the new semester will start again.

The Death Eaters have disappeared since the massive demonstration last semester, and I don't know what the hell they are doing.Severus felt a little bad. If the Jinbei had really been resurrected, the current situation showed that the current Dark Lord was much more difficult to deal with than the one in his previous life, because he was able to develop so calmly rather than come out to make trouble Engaging in the rain is obviously sensible.

Moreover, his Dark Mark hadn't felt any intense emotion from the Golden Cup Demon King, which further proved his conjecture.

He told Dumbledore his thoughts, and he got approval, but they are currently in the light, and the Death Eaters are in the dark, it is really difficult to deal with, because they don't know what the other party will do, so they still Just wait and see.

The day before the start of the new semester, the variables came.Dumbledore received an official letter from the Ministry of Magic, which stated that the Ministry of Magic will soon appoint a senior investigator to investigate at Hogwarts in order to seek educational reform. This person's name is Dolores Umm Rich.

After reading the official letter from Dumbledore, the image of a pink toad immediately appeared in Severus' mind.

"Senior investigator? That pink toad?" Severus sneered, "It seems that whether it is the main soul or the golden cup, the means are the same."

Mrs. Lockhart laughed arrogantly, "I've been waiting for her for a long time! Just let her come!"

"So they still want to kick me out of school?" Dumbledore blinked mischievously, "Well, Connelly has wanted to do this for a long time, and they just took advantage of his psychology. In fact, I think Weasley The twins' portable mobile swamps and fireworks are great, what do you think Matilda?"

Mrs. Lockhart was inexplicably excited, "That's a classic scene!"

So at the opening dinner the next day, Dumbledore introduced the senior investigator to the students very sincerely and joyfully.

The short and fat witch in a pink sweater with a very ugly big pink bow on her head coughed reservedly, and spoke in her shrill and sweet voice like a pretentious little girl "I must say, it's great to be back at Hogwarts!" She grinned, showing her sharp teeth, "It's great to see these happy little faces looking up at me Already!"

Harry looked around, and none of the faces he saw were happy.On the contrary, they all looked surprised that someone took them for five-year-old children.He poked Neville next to him, "Neville, I think this person is a bit strange... Sev told me last night that there is something wrong with her head, let me stay away from her in the future, and you should also Remember."

Neville seemed a little absent-minded, blushed and nodded.

Harry immediately looked towards the Slytherin table, and as expected, he saw Draco staring at Neville with a doting smile on his face.He held his forehead helplessly, and lowered his head to poke the pudding in a boring way.

"I am eager to get to know you all soon, and I believe we will become very good friends!" Umbridge cleared his throat again, and began to speak at length, "The Ministry of Magic has always believed that educating young wizards is a very important thing .You are born with some precious gifts which may be fruitless if not cultivated and exercised under careful and meticulous guidance.The precious storehouse of magical knowledge accumulated by our ancestors must be taught by those who are fortunate enough to practice the noble profession of education. people protect, complement and perfect them."

At this point, she stopped talking and bowed slightly to the other teachers, but none of them returned the salute to her.Professor McGonagall's black eyebrows were drawn so tightly together that she looked like a hawk, and Harry could see clearly when Umbridge went on her speech with two more "cough, cough" During the speech, Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout exchanged meaningful glances, Severus sneered disdainfully, and Mrs Lockhart snorted loudly and sat closer to the professor's chair All the students heard it.

Umbridge glanced at her sternly, cleared his throat again, and continued, "...in a word, I came to break the rules, innovate the education system, review the teaching staff, and let Hogwarts abandon the old Let us move forward into a new age of enlightenment, efficiency, and reason, preserving what should be maintained, perfecting what needs to be perfected, and discarding what we should prohibit."

She sat down, Dumbledore applauded meaningfully, and the other professors were not even interested in making a point.

A few students also applauded together, but most of the students deserted after listening to two or three sentences. At this moment, they didn't realize that the speech was over. Before they started applauding, Dumbledore stood up again. "Thank you very much, Ms Umbridge, your speech was very enlightening." He bowed to her as he spoke, "Well, as I said just now, the Quidditch team selection will be... ..."

The next day, school started.Umbridge began to perform her duties as an investigator, going to and from each classroom every day, sitting in the back row of the classroom to observe the professors in class, and clearing her throat with her little girl's voice from time to time, interrupting the professor's lecture, Ask some questions that are obviously difficult to hear. After two days, only Severus and Mrs. Lockhart were not tortured by her because of the time difference.The professors didn't like her at all, and the students began to hate the pink toad and prayed that she would fail in a professor's class.

On the third day of school, her tragedy finally began, because on this day she finally spot-checked the class of Severus and Mrs. Lockhart who happened to be on the same day.What's more, these two classes are Harry's class.

Two hours on the playground on a cold January morning is the last thing anyone wants to do.But in Care of Magical Creatures, Mrs Lockhart started a big fire full of salamanders for the fun of it all, and the students had an uncharacteristically good class collecting dead leaves to keep The fire, the fire-loving lizards jumping up and down on the splintered charcoal.

Umbridge, wearing her pink cardigan and a robe of the same colour, strolled over with a small notebook.She asked Mrs. Lockhart haughtily, "Oh, let me see, Professor Matilda Lockhart? How long have you been teaching?"

Mrs. Lockhart smiled softly and taught the little badgers and hawks: "Children, we must pay attention to one thing, the fire that the salamanders like most is the fire made of pine wood. This is a little trick. Usually, The little scent of pine over other woods is like wine to the salamanders, it makes them feel high..." She completely ignored the pink toad.

"Ahem!" Umbridge cleared his throat loudly, "I think you may not know the meaning of Senior Inquisitor, I have to say, if you don't show enough respect, then your coaching qualifications are very serious. It's easy to doubt..."

"If you use birch, oh, you're in trouble," Mrs. Lockhart said, still smiling softly at the little animals. "Your salamander will be very upset...it might breathe fire at you... Oh! Take care, Mr. Constance!"

She strode up to a young hawk near Umbridge, who threw the firewood into the fire in a panic, and was pulled away by her.

A flame shot from the fire, igniting Umbridge's pink robes.

She immediately screamed, flapping her robes frantically, forgetting that she was a wizard.

Mrs. Lockhart did not hesitate to give her a shower of "clear water like a spring" - you must know that it is outside the cold and windy castle, and it is freezing January - Umbridge was drenched from head to toe, and she screamed angrily, "Look what you've done!"

"With all due respect, Lady Umbridge," said Mrs. Lockhart righteously, "I am here to save your unfortunate robe from dying in the fire."

"Very good! You'll have the results of your investigation in ten days!" said Umbridge viciously.

Mrs. Lockhart slowly raised the corners of her mouth at her, "I'll wait and see," she said.

Umbridge then sneezed as she hurried towards the castle, still not seeming to remember that she was a wizard and could use Quickening Charms or Warming Charms or something.

"Ravenclaw very much, for Mr. Constance's sense of humor," said Mrs. Lockhart cheerfully.

Neville quietly tugged at Harry's sleeve, "Harry, I heard that Ms. Umbridge is going to check Professor Snape's class today. Has he revealed anything to you?"

Harry shook his head and sighed, "No, no matter how I ask him, he won't tell. Forget it, anyway, I will know it in class in the afternoon."

Neville nodded, looking very expectant.

In the potions class in the afternoon, the little eagles and the little badgers started talking about it as soon as they entered the classroom. They seemed extremely excited. They had never looked forward to potions class so much.But when Severus closed the dungeon door with a loud clatter, the class fell silent.

"You'll see," said Severus in his low, sarcastic tone, "that we have a guest today."

He pointed towards the dark corner, and the little animals saw Professor Umbridge sitting there with a clipboard on his lap, and their expressions immediately became excited again.

"Continue to prepare the compound soup today, and you will see the mixture left over from the last class. If you mix it correctly, it should be ready after this weekend. The operation method," he waved his wand again, "is on the blackboard. start."

Umbridge had been scribbling away on her clipboard for the first half hour, much to the disappointment of the critters who were expecting her to ask the Potions Master questions.

Just when everyone thought the class would go by so peacefully, she said, "Oh, this class seems to have learned quite a lot, but I doubt it is advisable to teach them drugs like Polyjuice Potion. I think The ministry will want to remove it from the curriculum."

It's started!The little animals stared brightly at Severus who slowly shifted his gaze to her, and then saw him slowly sneer.