Knowing she was unwelcome, the pink toad still shamelessly put on her performance for quite some time before finally returning to her seat, still looking unsatisfied.
Throughout the entire process, Professor Dumbledore listened to her with complete attention, but the other professors showed Umbridge no kindness at all.
Professor McGonagall's two dark eyebrows were tightly furrowed together; the lion had turned into an eagle in no time.
Professor Snape let out an undisguised sneer, and every student below could see his impatience.
Even Professor Flitwick, the perennial nice guy, had begun admiring his wand, an impatient expression appearing on his face for the first time.
Whenever he glanced at Umbridge, his eyes carried obvious disgust.
That was an extremely rare sight. After all, Professor Flitwick had always been the most even-tempered professor in all of Hogwarts, even more so than Professor Sprout.
Professor Sprout would occasionally lose her temper when students failed to cherish their herbs, but no one had ever seen Professor Flitwick get angry.
As for the students, these young Wizards had long since slumped over their tables to do their own things, their attention drifting off to Avalon.
Other than when Umbridge had mentioned inspecting the professors, making everyone pay attention for a moment while excitedly imagining their least favorite teachers being reviewed, who would seriously listen to such a dull speech?
Once Umbridge finally sat down, Professor Dumbledore was the first to applaud. However, everyone else clapped only once or twice before lowering their hands.
"An excellent speech," Professor Dumbledore said, his expression unchanged.
"It reminds me of the days when I had just become headmaster..."
It had to be said, the headmaster was the headmaster. He could make even that pink toad's tedious speech sound flowery.
Otherwise, why was he the headmaster? That was what