The Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor position was a complete trap!
This was Dolores Umbridge's deepest realization during her time at Hogwarts.
She had lost track of how many times she had reviewed the files on past Defense Against the Dark Arts Professors. Ever since Harry Potter began attending Hogwarts, the wizards who had held the position had all met exceptionally grim fates.
Professor Quirrell was dead.
Professor Lockhart had become an idiot and would remain in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries forever.
Professor Lupin had been utterly disgraced and had nearly been sent to Azkaban for attacking a student.
Professor Moody had been locked in a trunk from beginning to end. Barty Crouch Jr., who had taken his place, had met an even worse fate—his soul had been sucked out by a Dementor, leaving him quite dead.
Professor Smith, who had taught before Harry Potter came to Hogwarts, had vanished and still had not been found. He was probably dead too.
Though Umbridge was unwilling to believe in so-called curses, not a single Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor had lasted more than a year for decades. No matter how she looked at it, it could not simply be a coincidence.
No wonder Dumbledore could not find anyone willing to take the job.
The thought that she had voluntarily jumped into this pit made Umbridge's mood sour.
At this rate, she was very likely to die suddenly before the end of the term, just as those students had said.
Naturally, Umbridge had no intention of waiting for death. She planned to resign from the Defense Against the Dark Arts position before the end of the term, thereby avoiding the curse.
After studying the files for so long, this was the best solution she had come