The Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor position was a complete pit! This was Umbridge's deepest impression during her tenure at Hogwarts.
She had lost count of how many times she had gone through the files of previous Defence Against the Dark Arts Professors. Ever since Harry Potter had come to Hogwarts, the fates of every wizard who had held the position had been exceptionally grim.
Professor Quirrell was dead.
Professor Lockhart had become an idiot and would spend the rest of his life at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
Professor Lupin had been disgraced and nearly sent to Azkaban for attacking a student.
Professor Moody had been locked in a trunk from beginning to end. Little Barty Crouch, who had taken his place, had met an even worse fate—his soul had been sucked out by a Dementor, and he had died as well.
Professor Smith, who had taught before Harry Potter came to school, had vanished and still had not been found. He was probably dead too.
Although Umbridge did not want to believe in so-called curses, not a single Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor had lasted more than a year for decades. No matter how she looked at it, it could not be mere coincidence.
No wonder Dumbledore could not find anyone willing to take the job.
The thought that she had voluntarily jumped into this Deep Pit put Umbridge in a foul mood.
At this rate, she might really drop dead before the end of the school year, just as those students claimed.
Naturally, Umbridge had no intention of waiting to die. She planned to resign as Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor before the end of the term, thereby avoiding the curse.
After studying the files for so long, this was the