[HP] Leader's Exclusive Rose

Even if you are in jail, remember to look up and look for the stars.

Nothing is doomed forever, but grasp the present, every day is a new beginning.

Harry's trial did not exceed expectations, because of Dumbledore's intervention, he was not really confiscated from his wand, nor was he expelled from school.

On the last day of the holiday, Hogwarts' owl knocked on the windows with the students' book lists. Rosalind thought it was very human - for example, it could find itself in Diggory House and drop the envelope.

"There are only two new books," Cedric said, reading the list. "We can go to Diagon Alley to buy them later after you finish eating."

"This means that Principal Dumbledore has found a new teacher for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Rosalind took a bite of the cake, "But I heard from my father that finding a new professor took a toll on him."

Cedric nodded, and he didn't have much doubts in his heart. After all, one of the four previous professors died, one had his memory erased, one was expelled, and the other was locked in a box for nine months.

"To be honest, I even want to apply to stay on as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts after graduation—" Rosalind took a sip of pumpkin juice, "This position really loves unexpected things."

The young man raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and gave his fiancée a helpless smile: "Then will I be lucky enough to experience the wonderful life with you then?"

"Then you must protect me. How about being my little assistant? Help me every day." Rosalind also responded to his teasing with a smile, "Let's go, let's go buy books. How about apparating? George and Fred was always in there wishing he could use that spell every step down the stairs."

"Then use the Disapparation Charm—but be careful, and there will be no accidents." Cedric rubbed her hair, his eyes full of tenderness.

On the train they met the Iron Triangle of Gryffindor and Draco and his two followers-Ron and Draco became the prefects of Gryffindor and Slytherin respectively. Not surprised, but she couldn't help frowning when Draco sneered at them.

This tsundere boy seemed to have lost the indifference he had when they met during the summer vacation, although Rosalind was not sure if he was really happy.

The layout of the Great Hall hadn't changed much - Dumbledore sat in the gold high-backed chair right in the middle of the long staff table, wearing dark purple robes studded with silver stars and a matching hat.But the woman sitting next to him, she was speaking into his ear.Cedric looked at her quietly: short and fat, with short curly taupe hair, a big pink bow on it, and a fluffy pink cardigan over his robes .

At this time, she turned her face slightly and took a sip from her goblet, so the students saw a pale, toad-like face and a pair of eyes with drooping eyelids and protruding eyeballs.

Harry recognized her right away—it was the Umbridge woman who worked for Fudge and who had been aggressive during the trial.

The Sorting Hat sang a little differently this year, and even the dullest of students can recognize it:

The lessons of history warn us,

Our Hogwarts are in danger,

Enemies outside the school are watching.

We must be united internally,

Otherwise everything will fall apart from within.

I have told you frankly,

I have sounded the alarm for you...

Now let's start sorting.

Usually, the Sorting Hat only describes the different qualities that Hogwarts' four houses value and its own task of sorting students.

Graplan will continue as Professor of Protection of Magical Creatures, while Umbridge will be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

But before the first day passed, Rosalind had a premonition that her teaching career would not go smoothly:

Before Dumbledore had finished his opening address, the woman kept clearing her throat as if she was ready to speak—never before had a new teacher interrupted Dumbledore.

Dumbledore only looked surprised for a moment, and then he sat down alertly, looking intently at Professor Umbridge, as if he couldn't wait to hear what she had to say.Other teachers concealed their astonishment less subtly.Professor Sprout's eyebrows almost jumped into her fluttering hair, Professor McGonagall squeezed her mouth tightly, and many students were secretly laughing: this woman obviously doesn't understand the rules of Hogwarts.

"Who is our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this time?" Ezel casually glanced at the class schedule that was handed out just now, "There will be a class tomorrow morning, I don't know how long she can stay in the post hahahahahaha. "

Nelia also waved her hand. She felt that the aesthetics of this new professor could be described as the aesthetics of trolls——Levia was highly consistent with her in this regard, and they couldn't understand why she had to pile up fundamental A bright pink that doesn't match her age.

"The arrival of Umbridge means that the Ministry of Magic has begun to intervene in the teaching of Hogwarts," Rosalind said to Cedric beside her while holding the lamp, "you must be careful when dealing with her, there are behind her Fudge - it's the Ministry of Magic."

Cedric hummed: "My father also told me that the Ministry of Magic is very strict with the news of Voldemort's return." He paused, and then said: "But Lucius Malfoy and a bunch of Harry once The Death Eater who appeared in the cemetery that night he was identified is still in a high position - I am afraid that Dumbledore is forced to let someone from the Ministry of Magic come here as a professor due to helplessness and pressure."

"I don't know what will happen in the days to come—" Rosalind tightly interlocked his fingers, "but luckily you are still by my side."

Hearing this, the young man lowered his eyes, and gently pressed a kiss on the corner of her mouth: "Of course, I'm always here."

When they walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom the next morning, they found Professor Umbridge already sitting behind the lectern.

She was wearing the same fuzzy pink cardigan she had worn the night before, with the black velvet bow on top of her head.Nelia and the others once again strongly and clearly mourned her aesthetics.

The whole class was silent when they walked into the classroom, and Umbridge was still unknown, and no one knew how strict her requirements for classroom discipline were.

"Students, good morning!" After the whole class sat down, there was a sweet fake smile on the corner of her mouth.

Several classmates muttered "good morning" in reply.

"Tsk, tsk," said the smile on Umbridge's face for an instant. "That's not okay, is it? I want you to answer: 'Good morning, Professor Umbridge.' Please do it again. Students, good morning!"

"Good morning, Professor Umbridge," they answered in unison.

"That's right," said Professor Umbridge's voice, "it's not too difficult, is it? Put away your wand, please, and get out your quill."

Many students exchanged gloomy glances: the command "put away the wand" was never followed by a class they found interesting.Cedric put his wand into his school robes and produced quills, ink, and parchment.Umbridge also opened her handbag, pulled out a surprisingly short wand, and tapped hard on the blackboard, and two lines of words appeared on the blackboard immediately:

Defense Against the Dark Arts

back to basics

"Students, the teaching of your course has been intermittent and unsystematic, isn't it?" Professor Umbridge turned to face the whole class, crossed his fingers and put them squarely on his chest, Then he said, "Teachers are constantly changing, and many of them don't seem to be teaching according to the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic. This unfortunately makes you far from reaching the level that NEWTs assessment should be."

She glanced at the students in her seats: "However, you will be pleased to know that these problems are about to be corrected. This year, we will be studying a carefully arranged, theory-centered, Ministry of Magic-approved magic class." Defense Lesson. Copy these words down, please."

She tapped on the blackboard again, and the two lines of words just now disappeared, replaced by "Course Objectives".

1. Understand the basic principles of magic defense.

2. Learn to recognize the occasions in which defense against magic can be legally used.

3. Assess defensive magic in the context of practical application.

The only sound in the classroom was the rustling of the quill pen writing on the parchment. Two or three minutes later, when each student had transcribed Professor Umbridge's three curriculum objectives, she asked the students if they were ready. Good corresponding textbooks——Rosalind felt like she was taking a history of magic class, but at least she could take a nap in the history of magic class.

Later, Rosalind heard from Hermione that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the fifth grade was even more outrageous-Umbridge didn't let them use any magic in class at all, and even made a bunch of so-called teaching rules for them.

She was most annoyed that Harry had been sent to detention every night of the week for questioning Umbridge's words in class and "talking badly" about her.

This also made the students have a nickname for this pink girl—some Gryffindor lion secretly nicknamed her. In short, everyone who took her class had a bad impression of her.