The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 589 The Last Refuge

"Why----"

"Why----"

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In the magic array classroom before class started, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the other two were slumped over their desks, all sighing at the same time.

The reason is also very simple.

Three days have passed since Umbridge became the headmaster of Hogwarts, and in those three days all the students have come to fully understand just how important Dumbledore is to Hogwarts.

On the very first day, Umbridge began her so-called teaching reform, which was to make the curriculum Ministry-style.

In short, all courses must be associated with the Ministry of Magic. For example, History of Magic must become History of Magic, and Charms must become Charms. The content of all courses must be strongly related to the Ministry of Magic.

This is not just talk; in the three days since the reform began, almost every class has had Aurors sitting in the back row of the classroom, observing the lessons with indifference.

They weren't there to maintain classroom order, but to check whether the professors were following the Ministry of Magic's regulations.

Hagrid was even threatened by several Aurors for breaking the rules.

In this situation, the quality of the courses the students were taking was obvious. The professors had no interest in teaching, and the students had no patience to listen to any of the glorious deeds of the Ministry of Magic.

Listening to Fudge's stories of protecting the wizarding world every day is an insult to the ears—Ron has been wearing earplugs he bought from George and Fred ever since the second day.

Today is the fourth day, and even Professor Hamilton's class, which Harry and his friends love the most, doesn't seem to be able to make them happy.

"Good morning, Harry." Luna, on the other hand, seemed perfectly normal. She sat behind Harry and the others with a smile on her face, appearing completely unaffected.

Seeing how happy she was, Harry really wanted to ask her why—but then he remembered that she was Luna—so it seemed there was no need to ask.

However, because he made eye contact with Luna, Harry unexpectedly didn't see the Aurors in the back of the classroom.

"What's going on?"

It seemed that he wasn't the only one; the other students had also noticed something strange. After all, in previous classes, these Aurors had arrived even earlier than the students—but now that class was about to start, not a single Auror was in sight.

"Clatter".

The office door was pushed open, and the familiar silver-haired figure of the students slowly walked out. She wore a wide-brimmed wizard's hat, a black robe, and her pointed ears were slightly perked up, with a somewhat awkward expression on her face.

Professor Hamilton showed no change whatsoever—not even an expression—and Harry wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt as if all the students had breathed a sigh of relief.

"?"

Loila looked at the students with some confusion; she had no idea why they all suddenly looked so pleased.

Am I not a professor?

"Professor Hamilton." Before Loila even started the class, Hermione, who was sitting in the front row, suddenly raised her hand.

"Ah—Miss Granger—do you have a problem?" Loila blinked.

"Professor Hamilton—don't you have any Aurors here?"

"Um?"

Why are there Aurors in the Magic Array class?

Loila frowned slightly. What's wrong with Hogwarts these past few days?

I've only studied magic arrays for a few days, haven't I?

"I think... I don't think so." Loila thought for a moment and gave this answer.

As soon as she answered, all the students suddenly cheered.

"Huh?"

What the heck is going on?!

Having no knowledge of the other professors, Loila had no idea what the students had been doing these past few days. Aurors were everywhere, following the students like an inescapable swarm of fluff.

And now they learned that there was a class that wouldn't be corrupted by these Aurors—this was practically paradise! There was even Professor Hamilton, who was like an angel!

So, without Roy's knowledge, her magic circle class became the most sought-after course at Hogwarts. Not only students who had already enrolled in the course, but also many students who had not enrolled started attending.

It was only the second period of the week, and Loila's classroom was already packed, with some students even bringing their own chairs to sit in the hallway.

No way—what's going on here?!

Are all the students from the school here?

Loila felt no joy whatsoever! Facing forty or fifty students at a time was already terrifying enough, but now she had to face two or three times that number!

Loila didn't even know why!

All she knew was that her pressure seemed to have increased.

"So what's going on here?!" Leaning back in her office chair, Loila rubbed her head in exasperation.

"It's probably because of that toad Umbridge," Miss Nagini shrugged, sitting across from her. "Her recent reforms at the Ministry of Magic seem to have wreaked havoc on the whole of Hogwarts."

"Apart from your class, all other professors' classes are now subject to strict review and supervision."

"Hmm?" Loila pursed her lips upon hearing this. "This is—why is this?"

"To control them, I suppose," Nagini said after a moment's thought. "As for why it wasn't in your class—to be honest, I don't know either."

"I heard that some people even skip their regular classes just to attend your class."

—"

Loila lowered her head speechlessly, unsure of what to say.

Is my class some kind of refuge?

Should I thank Umbridge for making my class so popular—or should I blame her—for giving me so much to do—?

But why doesn't she supervise and manage me?

Loila didn't want her to come, but rather—it was a bit strange.

During the last meeting, she didn't seem to have given herself any revised teaching materials—could it really be because the Ministry of Magic doesn't have any relevant talent?

After much thought, Loila still couldn't quite understand why, but Nagini, sitting opposite her, seemed to know perfectly well. She coughed lightly and said, "Perhaps it's because the Ministry of Magic doesn't want to provoke you?"

"Provoke—me?" Loila pointed at herself, looking a little confused.

Although I am a difficult person to get along with—I am definitely not a very—fierce person, right?

"What are you doing provoking me? — Why do I look like some kind of terrorist?" Loila's confused expression made Nagini smile slightly.

"That's a good thing," she said, shrugging. "Don't you think?"

"Perhaps—maybe?"

Loila shook her head, not seeing any advantage whatsoever—she tumbled and tumbled as she played with Dumbledore's Deluminator, saying, "But now—there are just too many students now."

"Teaching and all that—just maintaining discipline is exhausting."

"That's because you haven't given the students anything to do, has it?" Nagini said, blinking. "Have you forgotten what Headmaster Dumbledore said before?"

"What did Dumbledore say—?"

After thinking for a few seconds, Loila suddenly remembered that matter.

Ah! That's right! I almost forgot that Dumbledore had asked me to train his students!

If this can be handled well, students shouldn't be crowding into their classrooms anymore, right?