My Understanding Is Incredible, I Built A Floating City In Hogwarts

The weather outside Hogwarts was gradually turning chilly. The early morning mist swirls around the castle, seeming to cast a white veil over this ancient magical castle. The little wizards dug out thick robes from the bottom of the box and put on their autumn clothes.

However, Harry seemed not to feel the cold invasion.

He walked up the marble stairs two steps at a time, his steps hurried, as if something important was rushing him.

Ever since Professor Lupin's identity as a werewolf was revealed, Harry felt as if a fire had been ignited in his heart.

He couldn't understand why kind people always met with misfortune. Sirius had been imprisoned for so many years innocently, Lupine was now being treated like this, and his own father and mother...these memories were like thorns, piercing deeply into his heart.

When he walked to the eighth-floor platform leading to the Divination classroom, the large portrait of the knight Sir Cadogan suddenly moved.

Sir Cadogan drew his sword, waved it at Harry, and shouted: "Come back, you running coward! Don't back down, fight me..."

However, Harry seemed not to hear his words and just continued to walk forward, his heart filled with anger and injustice. "Two Nine Three"

He thought of Professor Lupin's usual concern and care for everyone, and his lively and interesting Defense Against the Dark Arts courses. However, few people are willing to stand up and help Professor Lupin now. Those who have been favored by Professor Lupin now choose to remain silent. Harry couldn't understand what they did, nor could he forgive their betrayal.

Harry suddenly stopped. His eyes passed through the bustling crowd and focused on a figure walking slowly in the distance - that was Dolores, the senior investigator of the Ministry of Magic and the deputy principal of Hogwarts. Jane Umbridge.

She passed through the arched doorway and walked down the corridor with triumph and swagger.

At this time, she was wearing the same fluffy pink cardigan that Lupin had worn that night, with a huge black velvet bow on her head, which seemed incompatible with her identity.

Harry looked at her and a picture emerged in his mind: a huge, stupid fly landing on an even uglier toad.

At this time, Neville and Flagg met Umbridge in the corridor.

She raised her chin proudly and waved the wand in her hand. Neville and Flagg felt an invisible force coming, causing them to take a few steps back involuntarily. The top buttons of their shirts that were originally open were held tightly by magic, making them breathless for a moment.

As Professor Umbridge walked past them, he cast a spell.

They were touched in the back, and the hems of their shirts were neatly tucked into their pants.

The two of them looked at Umbridge's retreating figure, feeling extremely depressed.

Umbridge's wand waved again, this time, its target was a couple sitting on a long stone bench and kissing passionately.

The light of the wand flashed, and the couple seemed to be bounced away by an invisible force. They fell to the ground, lowered their heads, not daring to look at Umbridge.

They know that if they show any dissatisfaction or resistance, what awaits them will be a long period of confinement and possibly even cruel corporal punishment.

In fact, in just a few days after Umbridge took office as Senior Investigator, countless punishments were meted out to the young wizards [at least Harry himself had experienced Umbridge's power many times.

The only person who survived being provoked by her was Ginny Weasley.

A wall in the auditorium hall is now covered with notices. Argus Filch, a willing helper, was busy nailing Umbridge's new school rules to the stone wall one by one.

These new school rules include "no music allowed during study", "all Weasley products are immediately prohibited from use", "must be well-dressed and polite at all times", etc.

Filch was full of praise for these new school rules and was happy to be Professor Umbridge's enforcer and supervisor.

He even fantasized about being able to restore the use of punishment measures such as iron whips and cells, so that he could better deal with disobedient students.

When Harry walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Umbridge was already sitting behind the podium with a sickly sweet smile on his face.

Harry deliberately raised his schoolbag behind his back, without looking at Umbridge, and walked straight to the last row of the classroom with his head held high. His actions seemed to pique Umbridge's interest even more, and the smile on her face grew brighter.

The students who came in later were silent, their faces full of helplessness and suffering.

They felt very painful when they thought about the boring time and Umbridge's torture they were about to face.

"Good afternoon, classmates!" Umbridge said in her whispering voice after the whole class sat down.

Only a few classmates muttered "Good afternoon" in reply.

She didn't seem satisfied with the response, so she asked them to do it again in an even louder voice.

"Please continue to put away your wand and take out the "Defense Against the Dark Arts"." Professor Umbridge's words were not surprising at all. The students present stared at the magic books on their desks in depression.

This was the second Defense Against the Dark Arts class taught by Umbridge. Although they were already accustomed to her fixed opening remarks, their faces still couldn't hide their disappointment and helplessness.

Harry looked around at the expressions of his classmates in the classroom and felt a deep sense of joy inexplicably.

"Turn to page 15. Let's change the way we study today." Professor Umbridge continued, with his hands crossed and placed squarely on his chest, "You can read silently to yourself, no need to read aloud. I want to keep it up in class. Absolute silence."

There was silence in the classroom, except for the occasional sound of turning books.

Professor Umbridge smiled with satisfaction

At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly sounded, breaking the calm in the classroom.

Professor Umbridge frowned and saw a haggard Professor Lupine appearing at the door of the classroom, followed by several members of the werewolf registry.

"Sorry to interrupt you, Professor Umbridge, I'm here to get my things." Professor Lupin said gently.

Although the woman in front of him once put him in trouble and left his beloved Hogwarts in embarrassment, Professor Lupine did not have too many emotional fluctuations in her heart...

His eyes swept across the classroom and met the eyes of the children looking back at him, but their eyes made his heart involuntarily ache.

In order to prevent Professor Lupine from being punished more severely, Principal Dumbledore had to negotiate with the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, and agreed to some harsh conditions.

Now, Lupine has received leniency. He only needs to go to the Werewolf Registry to complete the registration. He will need to live under the mandatory supervision of the Werewolf Registry for a period of time without going to Azkaban.

Now, after being released from the Ministry of Magic, he was brought back to Hogwarts by the staff of the Werewolf Registration Office, allowing him to take away his personal belongings.

"Do you want me to come back after class?" Lupine asked awkwardly.

"Take it now, Mr. Lupin." Umbridge said calmly, using the title "sir" in a subtle way to remind Lupin that he was no longer a professor.

Harry, who was sitting in the back row of the classroom, suddenly raised his head and stared hard at Professor Umbridge.

He couldn't stand the contempt and insult this woman had for Professor Lupin.

Professor Lupin nodded slightly and walked silently to the staff lounge at the back of the classroom. His steps were a little heavy, and every step carried endless memories.

Neville lowered his head and turned his gaze to the side, watching Professor Lupin's clothes pass by his desk. He turned his head slightly and pursed his lips, his heart filled with sadness and self-blame.

He felt that he had not done his part to help Professor Lupine.

As Professor Lupine moved around, the little wizards secretly looked at him with their eyes.

The classroom was filled with dead silence just as Umbridge had ordered before. The little wizards sat in their respective seats, but their eyes couldn't help but cast their eyes into the crack of the half-open door.

There, Professor Lupin was wrapping a scarf around himself, and every movement seemed so heavy.

Professor Lupine is indeed a werewolf, but his class is very exciting, full of laughter and practical opportunities. However, after that night, all of this was replaced by Professor Umbridge's boring teaching method that frequently deducted points, placed in solitary confinement, and subjected to corporal punishment.

Professor Umbridge always speaks in her delicate, sweet voice, as if she is a little girl who will never grow up. However, her teaching method is completely opposite to her voice, strict and rigid.

In her class, only the "top students" from the Erudite Society were allowed to practice activities legitimately. Others were forced to accept the boring theoretical knowledge instilled in them by Professor Umbridge. Even private practice after class was prohibited. Strictly prohibited.

This theoretical knowledge is of no use to students in real life and may even prevent them from passing the practical part of their future O.W.Ls exams.

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