Chapter 356： Umbridge's partiality

"What's going on over there?"

Mike pointed to the large group of people who were going to say.

"Oh, it looks like it is," Franklin tiptoed to the center of the crowd with all his strength, "It's Ron, he seems to be telling another story!"

Hearing that Mike's face suddenly appeared clear.

I don't know when it started. When something interesting happened at Hogwarts, Ron would first understand the details of the event, and then tell it affectionately to others.

Long-term acting and telling made Ron stronger and stronger in storytelling, and it also allowed him to accumulate a large number of fans.

Nowadays, as long as Ron shakes his arms in public places like auditoriums or lounges, in a flash, Julong will come to see the lively passers-by.

"Let's go and see."

Looking at Ron, who was standing on a long table in the middle of the crowd, talking excitedly, Mike said to Franklin.

"Okay, you will give me a more detailed outline as long as you wait."

Mike readily agreed, and when the two of them got closer, they heard Ron joggingly said:

"...Umbridge made Trelawney her first review target, and her arrival obviously made Trelawney very nervous!"

Ron twisted his body, learning the usual way of divination professor Trelawney, raising his hands weirdly in the air, and the expression on his face became drunk:

"Students, we continue to study predictive dreams today. Please divide into two groups and explain each other's recent dreams with the help of the "Dream Interpretation Guide"."

Ron's voice felt mysterious, but it trembled slightly.

This tremor seemed to be brought out of his bones, and even his hands were trembling.

This subtle performance immediately greeted a burst of laughter from the crowd, and Ron was even more excited when he saw it.

"Professor Trelawney, I want to take this opportunity to ask you a few questions."

Ron's expression became extremely arrogant, he was holding one hand empty, and the other holding a pen to draw back and forth in the void, as if he was remembering something.

"So, how long have you been in this position, exactly?"

Ron switched to the state of Trelawney, folded his hands on his chest, glared forward and tremblingly said:

"Almost sixteen years."

"Time is not too short." Ron dressed up again with Umbridge's expression, "So Professor Dumbledore appointed you?"

"Yes!"

"Are you the great-great-granddaughter of the famous prophet Cassandra Trelawney?"

"Yes!"

Trelawney, played by Ron, raised her head higher and pointed her nostrils at Umbridge, who did not exist in front of her.

"But I heard that since Kassandra's death, members of your family no longer have this kind of prophecy." Ron Umbridge played with a clever expression of confusion and sarcasm." In addition, I learned that you are still a hybrid, which means you mastered this ability when the blood of your ancestors was diluted, but your pure-blooded ancestors did not have the ability, right?"

"These things are often inherited from generation to generation-um-three generations away!"

‘Trilawney’ danced with anger, but her tone became a little flustered.

"Of course," Ron pretended to write a few pens in the non-existent notebook, and then said with a big smile, "Then I don't know if you can predict something for me, eh?"

"I don't understand what you mean!"

"I hope you can make a prediction for me. Is it clear enough?"

"The Third Eye will not be ordered to watch!"

The tone of ‘Trilawney’ became very angry.

And ‘Umbridge’ raised his eyebrows and said in an extremely frivolous tone while writing something in the notebook:

"Oh, I see!"

"I--but--but...wait!" Trelawney, played by Ron, stretched her neck forward, as if peeking at the contents of the'notebook', and then she was shaking with anger. , Can no longer maintain that illusory and mysterious tone.

Urgently, he began to roll his eyes vigorously, and his hands danced irregularly, "I... I think I saw something... it's about you... Ah, I feel it, something black... Some kind of extremely dangerous..."

Suddenly, Ron's eyes, which had been turned only white, suddenly returned to normal. He stretched out his hand and pointed to an empty corner suddenly, shouting like Umbridge is there now:

"I'm afraid you will encounter terrible danger!"

Ron hurriedly ran to the corner he pointed at earlier, pretending to be Umbridge and raised his eyebrows mischievously, and then drew a big X in the air with his right hand.

"Okay," Ron made a gesture of closing the book, "If you can only do this at best, then I'm sorry."

After saying that, Ron bowed deeply to the crowd of onlookers, and the crowd immediately burst into applause, but Mike found that in the corner of the auditorium, a few Slytherin students were whispering and leaving the auditorium.

The direction they left seemed to lead to Umbridge's office.

Raising his eyebrows, Mike felt that Ron might be in trouble.

But at this moment, a familiar voice rang beside Mike and Franklin.

"Mike, Franklin! Why are you here!" Ron asked excitedly, "How is it? How was my performance just now?"

Looking at Ron's happy look, Mike felt that it was not a good thing to tell Ron the exchange of news now, so he applauded decisively:

"Awesome, you are better than those professional drama actors in Diagon Alley! And your storytelling ability is also very good, maybe you should go to work in the future, such as writing novels like Lockhart! I Dare to say, your achievements will definitely be higher than him!"

"really!?"

Ron was pleasantly surprised. To be honest, Ron actually envied Lockhart. Not only could he lead a wealthy life, but he also had a large number of female fans.

But when he thought of Lockhart's bad reputation, in order to prevent him from getting involved, Ron quickly changed his expression and said with a smile:

"Forget it, I don't want to be a scumbag like Lockhart!"

"All right," Mike shook his head. "Did you perform Umbridge and Trelawney just now?"

"Oh! Yes. You must have not seen the beginning. Just now, in our divination class, Umbridge reviewed Professor Trelawney. The scene was really funny. Do you still want to see it? I can do it again if I want to see it!"

"Uh, no need, Ron, thank you."

Mike said helplessly, but he kept thinking about Trelawney's information in his heart.

This divination professor is a descendant of the legendary prophet Cassandra, but investigations show that the professor did not fully inherit the divination ability of her ancestors, so her first half of her life was very miserable, and she has been echoing in poverty. You can only live by divination on the street.

However, she was invited by Dumbledore to become a professor of divination at Hogwarts.

But her financial situation has not improved much as a result.

Part of the reason is that the salary offered by Hogwarts to her is not high, which is the level of including food and housing and then giving some pocket money.

And another part of the reason is because this person is an alcoholic, she basically drinks every day except for class, which makes her look drunk all the time.

Of course, in her words, she doesn't like to drink, she just relies on alcohol to maintain her third eye ability.

On the whole, this is an extremely weak professor. Compared with Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, she has neither a deep background nor strong strength. She is a good soft persimmon.

I have to say that Umbridge's choice to use her for surgery is indeed a good choice.

And now it's up to McGonagall and others to face this wave of Umbridge offensive.

Is it to resist desperately, or to turn a blind eye?

Mike was very curious about this.

...

After a brief conversation with Ron in the auditorium, the three went to the classroom of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class together, and then they will attend the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in Umbridge.

Because of some time wasted in the auditorium before, the three of Mike arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom by pressing a point.

After arriving in the classroom, Ron and Harry Hermione who had already arrived in the classroom were relieved, because given Umbridge’s attitude towards Gryffindor, if Ron was really late, then he might be afraid Going to accompany George and Fred.

However, they obviously underestimated Umbridge's integrity.

Just as the three of Mike quickly walked towards their actions, a sly smile flashed across Umbridge’s face and said:

"Stop me!"

Hearing that, Mike all three stopped.

Mike and Franklin's expressions were normal, but Ron, who had just said bad things about Umbridge, was not good. He lowered his head, obviously very panicked.

"Ron, you are late!" Umbridge said, "Gryffindor deducts 20 points! Then, give me a 4,000-word review before class tomorrow!"

Ron's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he instinctively retorted:

"But I'm obviously not late," he pointed to the magic clock in the classroom, "look! It's only 9 o'clock!"

"No, it's 30 seconds past 9 o'clock, which means you are 30 seconds late." Umbridge frowned. "In addition, you need to raise your hand to speak in my class, and you just didn't do that. . So Gryffindor has to deduct 5 more points!"

Hearing that Ron quickly covered his mouth, he was afraid that he was making a noise to grab the handle for Umbridge.

The Ravenclaw students in the classroom also shook their heads in distress.

In their view, Mike and Franklin, who arrived at the same time as Ron, would certainly receive the same punishment.

But to everyone's surprise, after announcing the punishment for Ron, Umbridge ignored Mike and Franklin and chose to let everyone return to their seats.

The Gryffindor lion cub immediately exploded.

Umbridge was actually understandable about Gryffindor. After all, because of what George and Fred had done, they had already become enemies between them.

But now Umbridge is so partial to Ravenclaw?

What the **** is this! ?

"Be quiet!" Umbridge said, looking at everyone whispering in the classroom, "Do you want to write an inspection too?"

Hearing that the noisy classroom suddenly became quiet, Umbridge smiled upon seeing this:

"Next we are going to start class. Of course, please put away your wands first."

The students reluctantly did so, but Umbridge continued triumphantly:

"We finished the first chapter in the last class. Today I hope you all turn the book to page 19 and start reading'Chapter Two, General Defense Theory and Its Origin.' Don't talk while reading."

There was a slight sigh in the classroom.

Obviously everyone didn't like this kind of boring reading class, but due to Umbridge's intimidation, everyone could only flip the books as instructed.

It's just that reading is going to study, but most of the students' minds are no longer on the books, just in a meaningless daze.

Umbridge didn't seem to notice this, and was still sitting on the podium triumphantly.

But with the passage of time, the bored classmates can no longer stand it.

Some of them began to fiddle with the stationery on the table, and some began to spread notes.

In the eyes of the students, these little movements should be invisible to the teacher, but in fact Umbridge on the podium can see all of them clearly.

"You! Don't put on an innocent look, I'm talking about you, that black-haired Graffindor!" Umbridge snapped up and roared, "What are you holding in your hand? Get it out! "

The Gryffindor girl who was called opened her hand in despair, and a white note was lying quietly in his palm.

He had the same expression as him and there was a Ravenclaw boy not far away. The note in the palm of the girl's hand was exactly what he had thrown over—he was pursuing the Gryffindor girl.

"You dare to do little tricks in my class!?" Umbridge said, UU Reading "Gryffindor deducts 20 points. Write me a five thousand-word review tomorrow!"

The Gryffindor girl's eyes turned red all of a sudden, she lowered her head and resisted her tears.

The Ravenclaw boy also looked guilty when he saw this, and stood up to accept Umbridge's punishment.

However, surprisingly, Umbridge did not mean to punish him. On the contrary, Umbridge changed his face and asked him with a gentle expression:

"This classmate, do you have any questions?"

"me……"

"Sit down if there is no problem," Umbridge said. "We have to continue class."

Now anyone could tell that Umbridge was deliberately favoring Ravenclaw.

Many Ravenclaws were snickering, and they enjoyed the preferential treatment.

Seeing this, Hermione couldn't help it anymore, got up and shouted at Umbridge in anger:

"This is not fair! That note was clearly passed to her by the boy!"

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