Heir of Merlin | Harry x Reader

No More of This

Let's get into it!

First Person POV - Y/n

Having DADA in the morning was always annoying, especially when you talk back and get another detention (which I did) but walking into Transfiguration lifted my mood when I saw who was there and what was about to happen.

"Excellent," whispered Ron, as we sat down in our usual seats. "Let's see Umbridge get what she deserves."

Professor McGonagall marched into the room without giving the slightest indication that she knew Professor Umbridge was there.

"That will do," she said and silence fell immediately. "Mr. Finnigan, kindly come here and hand back the homework...Miss Brown, please take this box of mice-don't be silly, girl, they won't hurt you-and hand one to each student-"

"Hem, hem," said Umbridge.

Professor McGonagall ignored her. My god did I love her.

"Right then, everyone, listen closely-Dean Thomas, if you continue to do that to the mouse, I shall put you in detention," said McGongall and Dean stopped making his mouse dance, "most of you have now successfully vanished your snails and even those who were left with a certain amount of shell have the gist of the spell. Today we shall be-"

"Hem, hem," said Professor Umbridge.

"Cough drop?" I asked and Professor McGonagall shushed me before Umbridge could reply.

"Yes?" said Professor McGonagall turning towards her.

"I was just wondering, Professor, whether you received my note telling you of the date and time of your inspec-"

"Obviously I received it, or I would have asked you what you are doing in my classroom," said Professor McGonagall, turning her back firmly on Professor Umbridge.

"This is why Professor McGonagall is the best," said Ron and I laughed.

"As I was saying, today we shall be practicing the altogether more difficult vanishment of mice. Now, the Vanishing Spell —"

"Hem, hem."

"I wonder," said Professor McGonagall angrily, "how you expect to gain an idea of my usual teaching methods if you continue to interrupt me? You see, I do not generally permit people to talk when I am talking."

Professor Umbridge looked as though she had just been slapped in the face. It was very pleasing and a petty part of me was very happy as I left class that day.

I hoped I wouldn't see her again until detention but when did I ever get what I want?

I found her and her clipboard waiting for us beside Professor Grubbly-Plank.

"You do not usually take this class, is that correct?" asked Umbridge.

"Quite correct," said Professor Grubbly-Plank. "I am a substitute teacher standing in for Professor Hagrid."

"Hmm," said Professor Umbridge, "I wonder, the headmaster seems strangely reluctant to give me any information on the matter-can you tell me what is causing Professor Hagrid's very extended leave of absence?"

"'Fraid I can't," said Professor Grubbly-Plank. "Don't know anything more about it than you do. Got an owl from Dumbledore, would I like a couple of weeks teaching work, accepted-that's as much as I know. Well...shall I get started then?"

"Yes, please do," said Professor Umbridge, scribbling upon her clipboard.

Umbridge had a different tactic in this class and wandered among the students, questioning them on magical creatures.