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   THE CLASS WAS QUIET AS PROFESSOR UMBRIDGE ENTERED THE ROOM

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THE CLASS WAS QUIET AS PROFESSOR UMBRIDGE ENTERED THE ROOM. as it was their first lesson with her, nobody knew how strict a disciplinarian she would be. the paper bird that was once flying around the classroom, was burned by her, the sizzling ashes landing on padma and parvati's desk.

"good morning, students." she flicked her wand and her words began to write themselves down on the chalkboard behind her. "ordinary wizarding level examinations. more commonly known as— o.w.l.s." she stopped at the front of the classroom, fake smiling. "study hard, and you will be rewarded. fail to do so, and the consequences may be severe." she waved her wand again, and the stack of books that were piled on her desk began to hand themselves out, one to each student. "your previous instruction in this subject has been disturbingly uneven."

paris sighed. she hated the way the woman would pause before speaking the last word of her sentence, and her frown grew even more when she saw the front of the book was labelled with: 'dark arts defence: basics for beginners'.

"but you will be pleased to know that from now on, you will be following a carefully structured, ministry-approved course of defensive magic."
hermione raised her hand and umbridge nodded. "yes?"

"there's nothing in here about using defensive spells?" she stated, in a questioning voice.

"using spells?" umbridge repeated, laughing as if it was the most preposterous idea she had ever heard. "well, i can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom."

"we're not gonna use magic?" ron exclaimed incredulously.

"you will be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way."

"um, i'm sorry, but surely the whole point of defence against the dark arts is to practice defensive spells, in case of danger?" paris pointed out, furrowing her eyebrows at the new professor.

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