"Professor, didn't you ask around before coming to the school? Professor Edward is currently covering Professor McGonagall's first- through third-year Transfiguration classes, so if there's a scheduling conflict, he gives those classes priority. All the professors have agreed to this."
She immediately snapped, "Letting a third-year... a student teach her classes? Has Minerva McGonagall gone mad? Fine! Since she doesn't want to be the Transfiguration professor anymore, I'll apply to the Ministry of Magic for a replacement right now!"
With that, she turned to leave, only to suddenly look back at the door. "Copy page 112 ten times!"
"Hmph! Outrageous, absolutely outrageous! Dumbledore and the others really have gone senile! Good, this proves they're no longer fit to remain at Hogwarts!"
"I'm sure those shareholders won't let this opportunity slip by!"
A smile gradually spread across Umbridge's face. "Just as I thought, only I can help the Minister in his darkest hour!"
Diagon Alley.
Early that morning, before Edward had even had a chance to eat breakfast, Dumbledore had summoned him, and they had immediately hurried to Diagon Alley. When they arrived outside Gringotts' snow-white building, it had not even opened yet.
Edward yawned. "Professor, why did we come so early? They haven't even opened."
Dumbledore coughed. "If we come too late, there will be too many prying eyes in Gringotts..."
Edward immediately caught the flicker of awkwardness in his eyes. Remembering how Dumbledore had been refused when he last came to Gringotts for the golden cup, he wondered whether Dumbledore was worried the goblins would refuse him again.
That made sense. *Here I am, the greatest white wizard in this world, the headmaster of Hogwarts, Chief of the Wizengamot, and a candidate for Minister for Magic, yet these goblins keep turning me down in public. Don't I have