Although there had been a minor interruption earlier, the bell had not rung yet, so the lesson had to continue.
In the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Umbridge's face was full of grievance.
She was forcefully pursing her thick lips, sitting pitifully in the back row of the classroom.
If that aggrieved expression had been on Harley's face, it would undoubtedly have been exceptionally alluring and drawn countless stares at once.
At the balls in Backlund where aristocratic ladies and young misses gathered, Harley would have instantly become the center of attention.
And when facing these underage young wizards who were still ignorant about so many things, she would surely have been surrounded by a large crowd, with both boys and girls coming to show concern.
But on Umbridge... it only made the students sick enough to vomit, enough to spit out some choice American curses.
At her age, with looks like hers, she was still trying to act young? Wasn't that disgusting? Did she really take all the flattering praise from those bootlicking Ministry of Magic employees seriously?
When Umbridge smugly sat down in the back row, the area around her was instantly cleared out. It worked even better than an Impediment Jinx.
Even those young wizards who ranked near the bottom of their year and usually loved sitting in the back row had voluntarily slipped up front.
After all, when Umbridge had bared her teeth and approached earlier, she had endured the pain and given them what she believed was a beautiful, captivating smile.
That expression was simply too cruel for children who had only just turned fifteen.
Fine, they would sit farther forward. It was still better than sitting beside a pink toad and making themselves sick.
Meanwhile, Umbridge, who had claimed the entire back row