The Druid Master of Hogwarts Chapter 568

After solving the twins' problem, Fish left the Great Hall with Hermione and the others, and went to Professor Binns' history of magic.

Professor Binns' class was absolutely the most boring of all classes at Hogwarts, so as soon as Fish arrived in the classroom, he directly turned into a cat and got into the table cavity and fell asleep.

The other students were the same. Ten minutes later, they were sleeping and deserting. Except for Hermione, not a single student was listening to the class seriously.

Seamus even pulled out a deck of Weasley's Magic Chess (the definitive version of George and Fred's Magic Monopoly) and played with Dean, Harry, and Ron.

"Next time, I'm going to lock you up!"

After the boring history of magic was over, Hermione walked up to a few boys and warned.

"before this……"

Ron pointed to the cat who had just woken up and was stretching.

Hermione blushed slightly, knowing she was wrong, but still glared at Harry and the others.

"Anyway, if you only target us, we won't be convinced." Several boys said to Hermione in unison.

The framed Hermione pursed her lips unwillingly, hesitated for a moment, then turned and hugged Fish, who was lying on the table licking her hair.

"Fish, you're a prefect now, so set a good example for everyone."

She supported the cat under the armpit, held him in front of her, and said righteously.

"Meow?"

The cat tilted his head and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"For example, listen carefully during class and don't sleep again." Hermione gave an example.

The kitten was stunned, and then...

"Meow-!"

Fish kicked his limbs wildly, twisted and broke free from Hermione's hands, and ran away without looking back.

Hermione: "..."

Hearing the laughter of Harry and the others behind him, Miss Know-it-all sighed. She knew that she was a little too hasty just now, and she should guide Fei Xu slowly.

So she packed up her schoolbag and left the magic history classroom, intending to have a good talk with the cat that escaped.

And Fish didn't run far. Hermione just left the classroom when she saw him around the corner. The kitten was hiding behind the wall, showing half of her head and looking at Hermione quietly.

Hermione hurried over to him, but the little cat turned and ran away. Hermione quickly chased the corner, and found that the cat was at the next corner again, staring at her with half of her head exposed.

"Don't run away!" Hermione shouted at Fisch angrily: "I'm not pushing! Come here!"

"Meow?" Maomao looked at her suspiciously, but didn't go over immediately.

Hermione also became angry, she said angrily: "Don't believe it!" Then she made a gesture to leave.

Fish quickly ran to Hermione's side, stood up straight, and hugged her calf with both front paws.

"Meow~"

The cat rubbed Hermione's calf lightly with its head, and then let out a pleasing sound.

Hermione's anger subsided in an instant, she bent down, hugged Fisher, then buried her whole face in Cat's furry belly, and took a deep breath.

Her actions were a signal to Fish.

So the cat quickly returned to human form, and then pouted and kissed Hermione on the face.

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"That was not what I meant!"

Hermione avoided her head shyly, then looked around in a guilty conscience, and only took a long sigh of relief when she realized that there was no one else around.

"Don't you want to play the kiss game, meow?"

Feixu tilted his head suspiciously, and he kissed him before rubbing against each other.

"Of course not!" Hermione shyly stomped her feet, and then forced the topic back. "That... Fish, about sleeping in class..." Seeing that the cat wanted to leave again, she hurriedly dragged the topic back. Holding Feishu's arm, he said quickly, "I didn't want to force you!"

"Really meow?"

Fish looked at her suspiciously.

"I mean, if you can, try not to sleep during class, so that Minerva will be happy too." Hermione said to the cat in a negotiating tone.

"Well..." Fei Xu pondered for a while, and then categorically refused: "No!"

For the cat, there are many ways to make Professor McGonagall happy, so he shouldn't sacrifice his sleep time for this...

Unless Hermione and Professor McGonagall both insisted that the cat do it.

However, neither Hermione nor Professor McGonagall could persecute Fish for such a trivial matter.

So Hermione sighed helplessly, and temporarily gave up persuasion. Anyway, except for the history of magic, Harry and the others didn't dare to be so presumptuous in other classes.

Just at this time, the bell for the class also rang, and the two hurried to the potions classroom.

In this Potions class, Professor Snape did not lecture, but

The ingredients and preparation method were written directly on the blackboard, and the students were asked to prepare a magical medicine called a demulcent.

Fishh likes this kind of practical course, so he didn't sleep, but operated according to the content on the blackboard.

There is nothing to say about the preparation process. For Fish, this kind of potion with all the steps written down is still very simple to prepare.

Then, not surprisingly, Professor Snape went to trouble Harry again in this class. Harry just missed a step, and the potion he prepared was directly cleaned up by Snape, causing him to The grade for the class is zero again.

So when the bell rang, an angry Harry was the first to rush out of the classroom.

"That's really unfair," Hermione scoffed for Harry. "Harry's potion is far less bad than Goyle's. In fact, he just missed two drops of hellebore syrup."

"Hmmm... Fish actually asked Severus if he could stop targeting Harry meow."

Fish, who was heading to the auditorium for lunch with everyone, scratched his head and said.

"How did he reply to you?"

Ron asked with concern, and the others looked at Fish curiously. Even Malfoy, who was at a distance behind them, couldn't help but **** up their ears.

"Severus said he wasn't targeting Harry..."

All the Gryffindor students pouted contemptuously, and Fish knew that Snape's words were not credible, but he continued to say Snape's answer at the time.

"He's deducting points from Harry for failing to make the right potion meow."

In fact, Fish quite agrees with this statement, because in his opinion, as long as Harry himself does not make mistakes, Snape can't do anything about him. Moreover, what Fish couldn't understand the most was...

Severus had written the preparation steps so clearly, why could he still go wrong? Not asking them to endorse...

When they got to the Great Hall, where Harry was already sitting for lunch, Ron hurried over and repeated to Harry what Fish had just said.

"Come on, when has Snape treated me fairly?" Harry poked at the food on his plate angrily. "Even if I manage to concoct the potion, he'll definitely find other excuses to ridicule me."

"You said..." Fish suddenly made a constructive suggestion, "Will I apologize to Severus for the cold, will his attitude towards Harry be a little better, meow?"

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Regrettably, Fish's suggestion was not adopted.

Harry didn't believe that Snape would let him off so easily, nor that Sirius would bow his head to apologize to Snape.

"Then there's no way, meow."

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Mao Mao shrugged and said vaguely, "Then you can only study potions well, so that Severus won't catch you..."

After thinking about it, he suggested: "Or you can stick to it for another year. After the O.W.L. exam is over, you can choose the course you like to go to. George and Fred don't need to take any classes now meow."

"Fish!" Hermione glared at Mao Mao, who had a bad idea, with some dissatisfaction. "Potions class is a very important course. I think it is necessary to study if possible."

And Harry looked like he didn't care. In fact, even if Fish didn't mention it, he didn't plan to take Snape's Potions class next year, and he felt that with his Potions class grades, he probably wouldn't be able to apply for Snape. general class.

Of course, there was no need to say this, and let Hermione continue chattering.

After lunch, Fisch went to the north tower with Harry and the others, while Hermione, who had not taken the divination class, went to the classroom of the arithmetic and divination class.

In addition to potions class, next year's divination class Harry is not planning to attend. After all, no one can stand almost every class, to be predicted by the professor that they will die unexpectedly.

When a group of people came to the roof platform of the north tower, the class bell also rang, and they climbed the silver ladder into the divination classroom.

As in the previous two years, the divination classroom was dimly lit and had a strong smell, which made people feel drowsy after entering.

Professor Trelawney was distributing the tattered leather-bound books on each table, the thin little desks cluttering the classroom.

The classmates each found a table and sat down, and Fish glanced at the cover of the book on the table, which read the title "Guide to Dream Interpretation" and the name of the author Inigo Immag.

Unlike Snape, Professor Trelawney did not stress the importance of this year's O.W.L. exams, because she believed that passing the exams was less important than the "sacred art" of divination .

"Please turn the book to Introduction and read Inmag's account of the problem of dream interpretation. Then, in pairs, use the Dream Interpretation Guide to interpret each other's recent dreams. Let's get started."

After Professor Trelawney made a speech that was completely different from other professors, she set up today's task, and then she took the teapot on the stove, sat next to Fish, and drank tea with the cat. Come.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. It was a fortunate thing that Professor Trelawney did not predict death today. He flipped through the tattered "Dream Interpretation Guide" in front of him and read it absently. stand up.

And Fisher, who was very disgusted with reading books, didn't even open the book, and happily drank her special scented tea with Trelawney.

"Have you had any special dreams, Fish?"

Professor Trelawney put down her teacup and asked in her usual vague dreamlike voice.

Although Fish is often given special treatment, Professor Trelawney has not given up on educating Mao Mao to be a fortune teller.

"Dream?"

Fish scratched his head and tried to recall.

Most of the cat's sleep time is in a state of false sleep. At this time, let alone dreaming, you can clearly see what is happening around you, and when you enter deep sleep, you will basically not remember the content of the dream.

It's just that in the past two years, Fei Xu gradually developed the habit of sleeping in human form, so he occasionally had some impressions of dreams, but the big-hearted cat immediately forgot the content of the dream after he woke up. behind the head.

Now that Professor Trelawney asked him this question, he began to gradually recall the contents of those dreams...

"Tree..." Fei Xu, who was caught in the memory, muttered.

"What?" Professor Trelawney didn't quite catch it.

"It's a tree meow!" Cat Mao said with bright eyes: "There was a big, big tree meow in Feishu's dream!"

He stood up and gestured with his hands raised, and Fish put on his toes forcefully to emphasize the tree's gigantic size.

Everyone's attention was attracted by the suddenly excited Fish, but the cat ignored their surprised eyes and continued to tell Trelawney about her dreams with great interest.

"Fishu has only had one type of dream, and the dream was a super big tree, meow!" He paused, and then emphasized again, "It's bigger than the patron saint of Fishu!"

In fact, Fei Xu had a vague feeling in his heart that the tree in the dream should be the body of his guardian deity.

With Mao Mao's relatively poor vocabulary, he could only use "super big" to describe the tree in his dream.

Because even Fisch himself couldn't tell how huge the tree was. He had never seen the tree in its entirety. He only knew that in a dream, the whole sky was obscured by its branches and leaves. Under the tree, it was like standing in the entire forbidden forest.

Professor Trelawney had never seen Fish's Patronus, she had only heard of it

Fish's patron saint is a tree, and it is much larger than the average patron saint, so she subconsciously thought that the big tree that Fish was talking about was probably some kind of old tree with a long age.

So she began to analyze it for Fischer based on the knowledge of dream interpretation she had mastered.

"Dream of a giant tree means that your fortune was very good at the time, and you will also have good wealth luck, but there may be some twists and turns in your relationship, but it will soon improve and even become more intimate..."

"Is it meow?"

Fish recalled that the last time he dreamed of the giant tree was after beating up Voldemort last semester...

At that time - he won the Triwizard Tournament, got a thousand Galleons in prize money, and told Hermione that he was not a human being...

"Sybil, you're so right! It's all right meow!"

Fish was surprised. It was the first time he had seen Professor Trelawney's prediction so accurate...

Most of the others also had expressions of disbelief. After all, except for the little fans of Professor Trelawney, most of the classmates have long recognized her true face, and the reason for taking the divination course is also. Purely because the class is easier.

"She must be a blind cat and a dead mouse."

Ron whispered in Harry's ear, and Harry nodded in agreement.

But Fish didn't think so. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Professor Trelawney's dream interpretation was accurate...

The reason for this "misunderstanding" is also very simple-Fish has always been very lucky, and he has always been given things to him, and Hemi has always been very close. As for the so-called "emotional twists and turns in the dream interpretation" "…

At the request of Professor McGonagall, Hermione often had to correct some of Fish's bad behavior, so it was normal for them to get angry with each other occasionally.

"Feixu wants to learn how to interpret dreams!"

For the first time, Maomao became interested in divination.

Of course, Professor Trelawney would not miss this great opportunity. She was so excited that she forgot to maintain that erratic voice, and explained to Fish how to interpret it in a neat voice that no one had heard before. dreamland.

She wants to take this opportunity to make Fishu look at her with admiration!

It's just that things didn't develop the way Professor Trelawney had envisioned...

"Fishu thinks it's too early for Feixu to interpret dreams, meow."

After listening to Professor Trelawney's boring explanation for more than ten minutes, Mao Mao, whose enthusiasm gradually disappeared, chose to give up.

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Professor Trelawney, who was unable to persuade Fish, was in a bad mood, so she gave everyone a lot of homework - recording their daily dreams for a month.

Harry and the others all complained, only Fish didn't take it seriously.

Anyway, even if he dreamed, he would only dream of the giant tree. At best, he could write "Dream of the big tree" thirty times.

After the divination class was over, Fish first went to reunite with Hermione, who was doing arithmetic and divination, and then went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom together.

"This class, Fish, you'd better be quiet." Hermione said solemnly: "That Umbridge was sent by the Ministry of Magic to intervene in school management, and we'd better not be caught by her. "

"Don't worry, Hermione, Fish has something in mind!"

The cat replied solemnly, making Hermione a little more at ease.

However, what she didn't notice was that there was a hint of slyness in Fish's big green eyes.

When they entered the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, the other students had already arrived, and Umbridge was sitting quietly behind the podium, waiting for the bell to ring.

She was still wearing last night's fluffy pink cardigan with a black velvet bow on top of her head...

It looked like a big fly had landed on a bigger toad.

"Puff puff……"

The cat cat who had the association looked at Umbridge on the podium and couldn't help but puffed out his cheeks and laughed.

Umbridge looked over, her eyes swept across the cat ears on Fisch's head, and after a slight stunned, she immediately piled up a sweet smile.

"Look who this is?" She choked her throat and said in a voice like a little girl: "Mr McGonagall, Minister Fudge has praised you very much, you are as cute as the rumors say. !"

Although Umbridge showed a very friendly attitude, Fish was keenly aware that the other party didn't seem to like him very much...

Because under normal circumstances, people who meet him for the first time, especially women, can't help but come over and give him a hand, but Umbridge sits motionless, and has no idea of ​​getting close to him at all.

Of course, it's not that Fish hasn't seen such a person who is not affected by his affinity, and he himself doesn't like Umbridge very much, so naturally he won't take her true attitude to heart.

"Can you share with me, what makes you so happy?"

Umbridge crossed the stubby fingers of her two hands, placed them squarely on her chest, and asked in a friendly manner.

Fixu blinked, and after thinking for a moment, he said the truth: "Fishu thinks you look like Laifu."

As soon as the cat's words came out, the students sitting below all burst into laughter. Not only the Gryffindor students, but also the Hufflepuff students who were in class together looked overjoyed. Their prefect Ernie McMillan even thumped the desk in an exaggerated way.

Neville's pet that always runs away is quite famous throughout Hogwarts. After all, when they were in their first year, Hermione once led Neville to knock on their carriages one by one, asking Leife. 's whereabouts.

"Quiet! Quiet! Quiet!"

Umbridge screamed and slapped the podium a few times, quieting the laughing students. At this time, her face no longer had the sweet smile on her face, but her whole face sank. Down...it looks more like a toad.

Although it was unclear who Fisher was referring to, Umbridge knew from the reactions of other students that it was definitely not a good metaphor, and she wanted to teach Fish, the little wizard who mocked her, a lesson right away. But thinking of Minister Fudge's explanation, she had to suppress the anger in her heart.

"Which classmate is Leif? I don't seem to see him on the roll."

After doing some psychological construction, Umbridge smirked again, and then still couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked.

Then she saw the cat-eared boy in front of her raise his hand, pointed at a round-faced boy at the back of the classroom, and replied, "Leifo is Neville's pet meow."

"Ah..." Umbridge's face softened a little, and she continued to ask, "Is it a cat? Or an owl?"

Owls have always been the most popular pet among the wizarding community, and since Fish was exposed for the trifecta last year, cat pets have also become popular. Umbridge felt that using these two animals as a metaphor for herself, she Still acceptable.

"It's not meow," Feixu shook his head and replied earnestly, "It's a toad meow."

A burst of laughter broke out in the classroom again, overshadowing the class bell that just sounded, and the smiling face that Umbridge finally piled up collapsed again.

Umbridge had also done her homework on the origin of Fish, so she subconsciously thought that most of the pets mentioned by Fish would be cats.

And Umbridge actually likes decorations with cat patterns very much, because she has always felt that cats, such cute-looking creatures, match her temperament very well...

Although she thinks real cats are dirty and troublesome, that doesn't stop her from thinking of herself as a cat

A witch like Mi, and even her patron saint is a cat.

But at the same time, she actually knew that she looked "a bit" like a toad, but it was because of this self-knowledge that Umbridge hated the most when others judged her appearance like this.

The reason why she continued to ask Fishu just now was not only that she thought the answer would be cats, but also because toads were out of fashion when Umbridge was in school, so she never thought that there would be people who would still be able to do so. Keep this ugly and disgusting thing.

So, when Fish said that Ralph was a toad, Umbridge's sanity string snapped. She even hated Neville, who kept Raif.

"Shut up!"

The irrational Umbridge let out a terrifying roar, like an old whistle whistling—that was her truest voice.

The laughter in the classroom suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at the podium in surprise, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts with a twisted face.

Just when the angry Umbridge was about to punish Fish and the hapless Neville, Fish spoke again...

"I'm sorry meow, did Fishu say something wrong again?"

Mao Mao scratched his hair and said innocently: "Fixu doesn't know if you will like Laifu, although he doesn't have long hair, but there are many female toads in the Black Lake who like him very much and want to give him birth. Baby, so Fish thought you'd like him too..."

Umbridge, who had finally regained his composure because of Fish's apology, almost snapped again after realizing what he meant by what he said later.

The other classmates who also reacted, also covered their mouths with both hands at this time, for fear that they would be happy if they were not careful.

However, Umbridge, as an official fan who is bent on climbing, quickly adjusted after he had lost his way once.

If it wasn't for Minister Fudge's explanation...

After she gasped for a while, driven by her remaining rationality and desire for promotion, she forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart.

Fish McGonagall thinks differently from normal people...

Umbridge used the information she found to convince herself not to have the same knowledge as Fish. Of course, she also wisely did not continue to entangle with Fish.

"Cough, cough." She cleared her throat, regained her whistling voice, and said to Fish: "It's class now, please go back to your seat, Mr. McGonagall."

"Did you just do it on purpose?"

After they both sat down, Hermione whispered in Fish's ear.

Although Maomao's aesthetics are still different from ordinary people's, Hermione has already talked with Fishh about how to evaluate human appearance, so she knows that even if Fishh really thinks that it looks like a toad, it doesn't If something is not good, it will not be said as something that can be praised.

Besides...

Hermione still remembered that Fish had just laughed when he saw Umbridge when he entered the classroom.

Facing Hermione's questioning, the cat stuck out its tongue, posing an innocent but obviously outspoken appearance...

"Fish doesn't understand what you're talking about, Hermione."

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"Classmates, good afternoon!" After Fish and Hermione both sat down, Umbridge, who finally calmed down, said to everyone.

However, everyone just looked at her, all holding back laughter.

The anger that Umbridge had just suppressed rose up again in an instant.

"That's not good, is it?" She gave a stiff fake smile through gritted teeth that looked like she had a facial spasm. "I want you to answer this: 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' Please do it again. "Classmates, good afternoon!"

She communicated with everyone like she was treating a group of babies. This made everyone's perception of her even worse. After all, at their age, they didn't like to be treated as a child the most.

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," the group responded unevenly and vaguely.

Only Fish responded loudly and energetically: "Good afternoon meow! Professor Umbridge!"

Albus Dumbledore, Tom Riddle by example - when you want to get in trouble with someone but don't want to be suspected, it's best to get on with him first.

In this way, not only will the other party be unprepared for you, but others will also subconsciously ignore you...

When the diary Horcrux wanted to entrap Fisch to a dangerous place, this was what Dumbledore did, and Dumbledore explained to Fisch in detail why he did so.

Sure enough, seeing Fish's performance, Umbridge's face improved significantly, she regained her sweet smile, and said with a choked voice, "You should learn from Mr. McGonagall, please do it again. Good afternoon, classmates!"

Everyone also noticed that this old toad was obviously not going to give up until it achieved its goal, so they had to respond impatiently and loudly: "Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge."

"That's right," said Professor Umbridge in a whimper. "It's not too difficult, is it? Please put away your wand and take out your quill."

Mao Mao, who originally wanted to have a good relationship with her slowly, wanted to give up in an instant... This old toad's class is not fun at all!

However, after thinking about it carefully, Fish felt that he couldn't give up easily, so he obediently and the others took out the quill that Rita had given him, and then asked for a piece of parchment from Hermione.

Hermione didn't know what Fish was thinking, thinking that her persuasion had worked, and was secretly delighted.

Then Umbridge began to babble on the podium. She was talking about how unorganized the Defense Against the Dark Arts class had been before, and she was here at the request of the Ministry of Magic to teach everyone to be more correct. Theoretical knowledge, etc., and let everyone copy what she showed on the blackboard...

This made Fish's patience wear down at a rapid rate, but he repeated the contents of the blackboard in a low voice, and let Rita's shorthand pen write and draw on the parchment.

Umbridge glanced at the long-feathered automatic stencil in front of Fish, and inexplicably thought of a reporter he hated so much... even though the other party is now in a partnership with the Ministry of Magic.

The reporter she thought of was naturally Rita Skeeter, who had dealt a lot with the Ministry of Magic.

And Umbridge hates Skeeter for the simple reason that Skeeter once wrote an article "slandering" Umbridge, saying that she had ruthlessly taken credit from other colleagues and appropriated it for herself.

Umbridge does not admit this kind of thing. When she reported the situation to her boss, she also mentioned the names of other colleagues a little bit, but it is not her who can decide who the boss wants to give credit to. of.

It must be those colleagues who were unhappy and deliberately distorted the facts. That reporter named Skeeter was not a good person, and he released the news without verification.

Of course, the magnanimous Umbridge didn't blame those jealous colleagues... anyway, they had been fired from the Ministry of Magic long ago for some "inappropriate little mistakes".

The students below were very curious why Umbridge kept staring at Fish's quill and kept changing expressions after he asked them to copy the contents of the blackboard.

"Cough, cough." Umbridge noticed everyone's doubtful eyes after he recovered, and said to Fish with a smirk, "Mr. McGonagall, copying these contents with your own hands will make your impression even more profound."

When the other classmates heard her say this, they all showed mocking smiles.

Want to ask Feishe to write? This new professor should be beaten by the cat soon.

"No! Fish hates writing the most, meow!"

Fish clasped his arms and firmly refused.

What to do with Umbridge... I'm quitting!

Minister Fudge has an explanation... Minister Fudge has an explanation...

Umbridge, who was rejected by the cat, kept saying this in his heart.

Fish had felt right before, Umbridge didn't like him, maybe even hated him a little bit, because she had a natural aversion to being half-human and half-beast.

Even her reason for pushing the anti-werewolf bill is not really worried about werewolves hurting people, Umbridge doesn't care about the safety of others at all, her reason for opposing werewolves is simply because she hates these half-human, half-beasts.

So whether Fish is the so-called Born Animagus or whatever, she's seeing

When it comes to cat ears and tails, it instinctively resists.

Connelly Fudge, on the other hand, had an explanation, hoping that Umbridge could win Fish to the Ministry of Magic.

Not only because he was influenced by Fish's affinity, but also because he knew how popular Cats were at Hogwarts. As long as Fish was won, the entire Hogwarts students would fall to the Ministry of Magic.

In this way, in Fudge's imagination, Dumbledore's plan to use Hogwarts to form a private army would fail, and his position as Minister of Magic would be more secure.

He arranged for Umbridge to incapacitate the Hogwarts students for the same purpose - to prevent Dumbledore from building an army.

And Umbridge, who was carrying a major mission from the Ministry of Magic, after doing some psychological construction, finally decided not to have the same knowledge as Fish, and continued her teaching.

"Does every classmate have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's Defense Theory of Magic?" she asked.

There was a murmur of affirmation in the class.

"I think we're going to do it all over again," Professor Umbridge said, "and when I ask you a question, I want you to answer 'yes, Professor Umbridge', or 'no, Professor Umbridge' '."

Frustrated on Fisher's side, she decided to regain her confidence from the other students, but what she didn't understand was that doing so would only accelerate everyone's dislike of her.

Or rather, Umbridge knew it, but she didn't care.

"Again: Does every classmate have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's Defense Theory of Magic?"

"Yes, Professor Umbridge," the class answered loudly, but the expressions on their faces grew impatient.

"Very good," Umbridge said to himself, ignoring their expressions, "I want you to turn the book to page 5~www.mtlnovel.com~ and read' Chapter 1, Basics of Getting Started '. Don't whisper while reading."

As soon as he heard that he was going to read, Fisch, whose patience had already worn out, immediately gave up his original plan. He changed back to the appearance of a cat, jumped directly to the table and fell asleep.

Umbridge couldn't sit still anymore. She stood up from the podium and walked to Fish's side with heavy steps.

"Cough, cough." Umbridge cleared his throat.

The cat moved the tip of its tail and continued to lie down and ignored her.

"Cough, cough!" Umbridge accentuated.

Fish reacted a little this time. He opened one eye and glanced at Umbridge, then changed positions, burying his head in his front paws...

Keep sleeping.

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