After the bell rang, the students returned to their seats and gradually quieted down.
Soon, Umbridge walked into the classroom, still wearing that pink sweater, with a matching headband, and carrying a large stack of documents.
Good morning, everyone.
She walked to the podium, slammed the documents down, glanced at everyone, and then forced an unsettling smile.
At the same time, she casually placed her wand next to the documents.
Upon seeing this, Morris immediately gave the other party a "low-class" assessment.
After all, the most important Defence Against the Dark Arts is to resist things that threaten wizards, such as Dark Magic, curses, and dark creatures.
Umbridge simply tossed her wand aside, which was unprofessional.
Morris now doubted whether the opponent could use a proper Shield Charm.
Of course, there's also a chance this could be a disguise.
Morris had previously seen a seemingly harmless old woman on the black market, whose voice trembled as she spoke, yet she took down five or six adult wizards who were causing her trouble in just a few seconds.
True strength doesn't necessarily require showing one's claws.
But Umbridge gave him a different feeling; this guy probably really didn't have much strength.
It's the Ministry of Magic, after all.
During a casual conversation with Hardy, the latter mentioned that, apart from the Auror Division, there were only a handful of truly powerful wizards in the other divisions.
Umbridge is clearly not among them.
"It's a pleasure to become your Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor," Umbridge said, resting her hand on the podium and slightly raising her chin. "I know that this course has undergone many changes in the past few years, becoming unstable and lacking in standardization. I believe my arrival will completely change this situation."
Her tone was very confident, though it was unclear where that confidence came from.
Morris casually picked up a textbook from the desk.
Umbridge chose a book called "Defensive Magical Theory" as her textbook.
He had already read it once during the summer vacation.
The content is nothing special, just average and standard, covering a lot of theoretical knowledge about defensive magic.
It might not be very useful, but it's not entirely useless either.
At that moment, a Ravenclaw student suddenly asked, "Professor, what are we learning in today's class?"
Umbridge didn't answer. Instead, she walked out from behind the podium and went straight to the Ravenclaw boy.
"Sir," she lowered her head, her voice high-pitched and authoritative, "In my class, if you want to ask a question, please raise your hand first."
The Ravenclaw boy paused, probably not expecting such a serious response to a simple question.
He raised his hand with a hint of helplessness and asked again, "Professor, what are we learning in this class?"
"I'll let you off this time," Umbridge chuckled lightly, her tone nonchalant, "But remember, don't break the rules in my class in the future."
She turned and walked back to the podium, pointing to the wall as she went. "All the rules are written on the notice board. I hope you will read them carefully and strictly abide by them."
As for the content of this lesson...
She looked around the classroom and finally fixed her gaze on Morris. " Morris, can you do me a favor?"
Morris looked somewhat surprised and raised an eyebrow slightly.
Umbridge recognized him without a doubt, knowing he had an internship at the Ministry of Magic, but they didn't exchange many words.
Kyle nudged his leg under the table, looking at him questioningly. Morris shook his head slightly, indicating he didn't know either.
He stood up and walked onto the podium.
Umbridge smiled and pointed to the pile of documents on the podium, "Help me distribute these to all the students, one copy for each person."
"Certainly."
Morris waved his hand casually.
The documents instantly floated up from the podium, quickly scattered, and landed precisely on each student's desk.
The whole process took no more than two seconds.
This silent, Wandless Magic silenced the classroom.
Then Kyle led the applause.
Umbridge listened to the applause, his smile still on his face, but his expression was somewhat stiff and unnatural.
"Thank you, Mr. Black." She quickly regained her composure. "You can go back now."
Morris nodded and turned back to his seat.
He grabbed the document Umbridge had asked him to distribute, and saw a line of large text on it: Ministry of Magic Wartime Safety Act.
Roughly estimated, it's about twenty pages long.
Umbridge spoke up at the opportune moment, explaining, "Your main objective this month is to study and memorize the Ministry of Magic Wartime Safety Act. Before class ends, I require you to recite from memory the Ministry of Magic's Wartime Code of Conduct for Hogwarts students."
The classroom erupted in an uproar.
Morris flipped through the documents.
Umbridge's " Wartime Code of Conduct " was extensive: one must obey the Ministry of Magic's orders, not spread rumors, and not participate in unauthorized large gatherings.
It took up an entire page of parchment.
It would probably take several hours to memorize it.
"Quiet!" Umbridge shouted, his expression displeased. "Remember what I said, raise your hand if you have any questions."
Kyle raised his hand.
Umbridge glanced at him and nodded slightly.
Kyle clearly stated, "Professor, is this all we're going to learn? What about Defence Against the Dark Arts?"
All the students' eyes fell on Umbridge and Kyle.
Umbridge slowly walked up to Kyle, and just like she had done with the boy, she lowered her head slightly and stared at Kyle's face, as if applying pressure.
"Sir," she said, "Do you have any objections to my teaching arrangements?"
Kyle wasn't intimidated by her imposing manner; he simply shrugged indifferently. "This course is called Defence Against the Dark Arts, but we're learning legal texts. Isn't that a bit strange?"
"What you need to do is answer my question directly," Umbridge sneered. "For that reason, Ravenclaw loses five points."
Kyle's face darkened.
Isn't this just picking a fight?
If I get points deducted for asking a question, how am I supposed to attend class in the future?
He took a deep breath, lowered his hand, and said nothing more.
But he already knew it in his heart.
This professor is probably not easy to talk to, and might even be more unreasonable than Snape.
After deducting the points, Umbridge returned to the podium, looked at the other students, and said in a deliberately gentle tone, "As long as you study according to my method, passing the final exam will be no problem at all. Once you have memorized what's on the paper, we will naturally move on to the next stage."
Morris immediately decided to skip this class from now on.