Chapter 523: Ch 549 - Good afternoon, Prof. Umbridge~

He stood up quickly, Hermione did too, but he didn’t turn around.

Talking with her, Harry, or Ron wasn’t going to get him anywhere.

He soon came to the Stone Gargoyle and started yelling several different sweets that he could think of the Password being, but none of them worked, "How about you let me through, or I’ll-"

"Lucifer Morningstar, to what do I owe the honor?" The voice of Dumbledore came from behind him.

He whipped around and saw the Headmaster approaching him, "We have to talk."

Dumbledore didn’t seem to like the look on his face, or the tone of his voice, but relented and led Lucifer up to his Office.

Dumbledore sat down behind his desk, with Lucifer sitting down across from him, "What is it you wanted to talk about?"

"Snape," was all he said at first.

"Lucifer, I assure you, whatever reservations you still have about Severus are not-"

"He singled Harry out in class," Lucifer cut Dumbledore off, "Snape had us make the Draught of Peace, and he singled out Harry, using Evanesco to whisk away his Potion, giving him zero marks, despite others failing to make a better Potion than Harry, some like Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle making the worst ones in class, yet Snape didn’t fail them, or even give them zero marks. You tell me, Headmaster, in what world is that fair?" Lucifer was doing his best to remain calm, "Why does he hate Harry so damn much?"

Dumbledore sat there, looking at him, not knowing what to say.

He leaned forward and joined his hands together, "I will have a talk with Severus-"

"Talking isn’t good enough anymore. If this were a regular Muggle School, Snape would’ve been removed from his position and replaced with someone more fair," Lucifer stood up, "Listen, Professor, either Snape gets over his little pity party he throws himself because of something Harry apparently did, or he packs his bags and leaves Hogwarts."

"You don’t mean...?"

"I will report him to the School Governors, mark my word... you can think whatever you want of me, Dumbledore... but the Wizarding Community is stuck in the past thinking Blood Status matters, they need to get with the times. The Muggle World is changing, with or without them, and if they aren’t careful, Wizard-kind will become an endangered species, because a simple Obliviate won’t be good enough," Lucifer turned to leave, ignoring the weird feeling he always got here, lunch was almost over and he had an Arithmancy class to go to.

He heard nothing from the Headmaster as he opened the door, passing his Head of House on his way down, "Morningstar?"

"Professor?" He asked her.

"Did you have to see the Headmaster?" She asked him.

"I just did, but I had to cut it short to get to Arithmancy on time. Have a good day, Professor McGonagall," he wished her well and continued down the staircase.

He knew Dumbledore would tell her everything he just said, that was only natural of him to do, but that was no longer his concern.

Lucifer made his way to Arithmancy to find he was the last one to arrive, with ten seconds to spare.

He sat down beside Hermione, who acknowledged his arrival, "Hello."

"Hey..." she was mad at him, or frustrated.

Regardless, she was not happy with him, but she would have to get over that.

He inhaled and exhaled slowly as Vector started class.

After Arithmancy, he and Hermione made their way to Defense Against the Dark Arts, and both could only wonder how boring the class could be.

"Well, I didn’t expect it to be easy, but our Fifth Year is already proving to be challenging," Hermione said as they walked down a moving staircase.

"Very much so with all the homework we’ve already got assigned, but it shouldn’t be too much trouble for us," Lucifer smiled at her, "we are easily the two smartest in our whole Year."

Hermione couldn’t stop the blush on her cheeks, "Stop..."

"What?" He glanced over at her, "I thought you’d be used to that by now?"

"I am... but..." she trailed off, looking around to make sure no one could overhear her, "it’s different, the way you say it...I can’t stop it from happening."

"Well, I can restrain myself for the year, unless we are alone," Lucifer winked at her, it made her face hot even more.

They made it to Defense Class to find Umbridge sitting behind the teacher’s desk, wearing the fluffy pink cardigan of the night before, or she just had more than one.

Everyone was quiet upon entering; Umbridge was an unknown quantity and no one really knew how strict of a disciplinarian she would be.

"Well, good afternoon!" She said in false cheerfulness when everyone had sat down.

A few people mumbled a response that sounded like, "Good afternoon."

Lucifer didn’t say it, so Hermione didn’t either.

"Tut, tut," Umbridge said, "That won’t do now, will it? I should like you, please, to reply ’Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.’ One more time, please. Good afternoon, class!"

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," the class chanted back.

But Lucifer and Hermione, once again, did not.

"There, now," Umbridge said sweetly, "that wasn’t too difficult, was it? Wands away and quills out, please."

’Exactly what I foresaw when I saw the book she wanted us to get... fuck,’ Lucifer lamented in his head.

This was exactly the opposite of what they should be doing in their Fifth Year, especially with Voldemort back.

He got out his Auto-Quill again which Hermione stared at for seconds, she had a past enemy kind of relationship with it.

Ink bottle, and parchment while Umbridge opened her handbag, extracted her own short wand, and tapped the blackboard sharply with it.

Words immediately appeared on the board;

Defense Against the Dark Arts

A Return to Basic Principles.

"Well, now your teaching in this subject has been rather disrupted and fragmented, hasn’t it," she stated more than asked, turning to face the class with her hands clasped in front of her. "The constant changing of teachers, many of whom do not seem to have followed any Ministry-approved curriculum, has unfortunately resulted in your being far below the standard we would expect to see in your O.W.L. year."

Hermione knew that was a lie, and if her classmates had any sense, they’d know it to be a lie too, because if anyone is well above the standard, it’s Lucifer without question.

"You will be pleased to know, however, that these problems are now to be rectified. We will be following a carefully structured, theory-centered, Ministry-approved course of Defensive Magic this year. Copy down the following, please."

She tapped the Blackboard again; the first message vanished and was replaced by:

Course aims:

1. Understanding the principles underlying defensive magic.

2. Learning to recognize situations in which defensive magic can legally be used.

3. Placing the use of defensive magic in a context for practical use.

For a couple of minutes, the room was full of the sound of scratching quills on parchment.

Lucifer listened to his fellow classmates, because quill was doing it’s job.

And, he was just looking at the blackboard, thinking of ten different ways to explode it and get away with doing so.

When everyone had copied down Umbridge’s three course aims she asked, "Has everybody got a copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?"

There was a dull murmur of assent throughout the class.

"I think we’ll try that again," Umbridge said sweetly, "When I ask you a question, I should like you to reply ’Yes, Professor Umbridge,’ or ’No, Professor Umbridge.’ So, has everyone got a copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?"

Once again, everyone but Lucifer and Hermione responded to her, "Yes, Professor Umbridge."

"Good," Umbridge said, "I should like you to turn to page five and read Chapter one, ’Basics for Beginners.’ There will be no need to talk."

Umbridge left the blackboard and settled herself in the chair behind the teacher’s desk, observing them all with those pouchy toad’s eyes.

Lucifer didn’t remove the book from his bag, and quite honestly he almost torched it the moment he got it again.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Hermione’s hand shoot up into the air.

He glanced over at her and saw that she was staring directly at Umbridge.

He looked back and saw that Umbridge was looking anywhere but Hermione, or himself for that matter.

He eyed Umbridge for a minute, before looking back to Hermione.

Depending on how this played out, he wondered if he should stay quiet.

A few minutes passed, and Lucifer realized he wasn’t the only one who had seen Hermione’s hand in the air.

As more and more people became blatantly bored with the book, more and more people began to look at Hermione, because this was quite out of her character.

It was only when over half the class were staring at Hermione rather than their books, Umbridge seemed to decide that she could no longer ignore the situation.

"Did you want to ask me something about the Chapter, dear?" She asked Hermione, as though she had only just noticed her.

"Not about the Chapter, no," Hermione said.

"Well, we’re reading just now," Umbridge said, showing her small, pointed teeth, "if you have other queries we can deal with them at the end of class."

"I’ve got a query about your course aims," Hermione said, causing Umbridge to raise her eyebrows.

"And your name is...?"

"Hermione Granger."

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