Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 208 Senior Investigator

"What senior investigator?"

"Umbridge got promoted?"

"...It sounds like the Malfoy family is very supportive of this..."

At breakfast, after the young wizards received their daily copy of the Daily Prophet, hushed whispers arose from all sides.

On the list of the most unpopular professors at Hogwarts, Umbridge successfully dethroned Snape to take the top spot, though it's unclear whether Snape was actually happy about it.

Now, seeing that this most hated professor has inexplicably acquired a new title, countless young wizards secretly turned their gazes toward the remarkably calm girl at the Slytherin table.

Why would Malfoy say something like that?

One of the young wizards asked in a low voice, puzzled.

"Because their family are all lackeys of the Ministry of Magic!" Before anyone could answer, Ron's voice, brimming with undisguised disgust, rang out.

"Ron!" Hermione hurriedly grabbed Ron's sleeve, but Ron was still indignant. Looking at the wounds on his good brother's hands, he felt even more disgusted with the Malfoy family.

Ron's voice was loud enough to draw the attention of everyone at the Slytherin table.

Seeing the group of people's eyes, which seemed to hold both pity and schadenfreude, Ron glared back fiercely.

“Mr. Bach”.

Seeing that the conflict was about to attract the professors' attention, Thea calmly called out the name of the male student council president.

Before Bach, who was just watching the show and was suddenly called out, could react, Thea immediately said, "Mr. Weasley, as a prefect, is wantonly smearing the reputations of other students' parents. Mr. Bach, this..."

Bach was a clever man; he understood the subtle meaning behind the music, after all, he was just a Ravenclaw...

“Mr. Weasley, please apologize to Mr. Malfoy.”

Bach adopted a businesslike expression, which intimidated Granger.

Finally, under Granger's suppression, Ron reluctantly apologized to Draco.

Thea didn't want to argue any further and immediately got up and left the hall.

Seeing this, Draco and the others immediately followed, never giving Ron and his group a single glance.

Their time is precious; there's no need to waste it on such pointless conflicts.

Instead of the arrogant Draco, Ron and the other two exchanged puzzled glances, and Hermione frowned as well.

She had a feeling that these people had changed, but Hermione couldn't quite put her finger on what was different...

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Regarding the communication bracelet, I've completed its framework. All that's left is to use alchemy and magic to successfully create it..."

"The new members of the study group have gradually gotten used to this frequency of meetings, and they hope you can participate as well..."

"Okay, I'll go when I have time."

Daphne was speechless; it was always the same excuse...

"I will communicate with them."

Seeing that Daphne had finished her report, Theodore immediately pushed her aside and said hurriedly, "I've been trying to make a truth serum recently..."

Upon hearing this, Thea exclaimed with delight, "So fast?! Congratulations! Your potion-making talent is indeed impressive... Is there anything I can provide? A potion master's notes? Rare ingredients?"

Seeing Thea's sincerity, Theodore felt even warmer inside and said with a smile, "No need, I have to try it myself!"

The youthful spirit was most touching, and even Thea had no reason to refuse.

"...I'll give you a gift in a few days, you'll definitely find it useful!"

Since Thea didn't specify what it was, Theodore couldn't refuse outright, so he simply accepted it readily.

As they talked, the group arrived at the Transformation Classroom.

"In this lesson, we will continue learning the Vanishing Charm—"

Seeing that each young wizard now had a mouse in front of them, Professor McGonagall began her lesson, but Umbridge's silly coughing rang out again.

Professor McGonagall frowned, pretended not to hear, and continued her lecture.

"Because many students can now successfully recite the Vanishing Spell to make snails disappear, even those students who still have a little bit of snail shell left have grasped the key points of the spell, so next we will—"

"Cough, cough—"

Umbridge's renewed cough successfully angered Professor McGonagall.

"What's wrong?" Professor McGonagall said, turning around. Her eyebrows met, forming a long, intimidating straight line.

"Professor, I just wanted to know if you received my note notifying you of the date and time for checking your class attendance—"

“I obviously received it, otherwise I would have asked you what you were doing in my classroom.” After saying that, Professor McGonagall decisively turned her back to Umbridge, and many students exchanged joyful glances.

"As I just said—"

Professor McGonagall was interrupted for the third time, and a fire of anger burned fiercely in her eyes.

"If you keep interrupting me, how will you understand my usual teaching methods? You should know that I generally don't allow others to speak when I'm speaking."

Umbridge was momentarily stunned by Professor McGonagall's undisguised rage. She hesitated whether to continue the confrontation, but Professor McGonagall had already resumed her lecture.

The anger in the other person's eyes made Umbridge know clearly that if she interrupted the lecture again, the other person would definitely teach her a lesson.

After much deliberation, Umbridge obediently returned to her seat. Although she continued writing, she remained quiet throughout the entire class.

Seeing Umbridge "defeat" Professor McGonagall, the young wizards were overjoyed. It turned out that Umbridge was still afraid of Professor McGonagall!

Even with Professor McGonagall's high standards, this realization allowed the young wizard to enjoy a rare and enjoyable Transfiguration class.

"What a fool!"

In the hallway after class, Draco couldn't help but complain to Thea.

"Even if she really wanted to make a name for herself, she didn't need to start with Professor McGonagall!"

They've been through thick and thin with Dumbledore for so long; how could a high-ranking prosecutor possibly bring them down?

“You’ve improved a lot lately.” Thea’s praise pleased Draco for three seconds, but quickly followed, “Who do you think is Umbridge’s weak point?”

The sudden test made Draco immediately start thinking, and his past memories of school kept surfacing in his mind.

“If it were me… I would probably choose Trelawney.”

Thea nodded noncommittally.

"Maybe."