We finally rolled up to the castle, and as usual, Hogwarts was looking majestic and mysterious, like it was daring you to either get enchanted or cursed. Sometimes both. We filed into the Great Hall for the Start-of-Term Feast, ready for food, gossip, and the usual Dumbledore eccentric welcome—but then the toad-looking ahh creature cleared her throat. Professor Umbridge. Clad in more pink than should be legally allowed, she stood up with that weird little smile and started her speech in the most condescending voice I’ve ever heard. “The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of the utmost importance...” Cue everyone instantly zoning out—except Hermione, who looked ready to throw a quill at someone. I swear I saw Harry whisper "She's with the Ministry, I knew it.” By the time she started rambling about “progress for progress's sake must be discouraged,” even the ghosts were bored. But beneath all that sugary-sweet tone, there was something else—control. She wasn’t here just to teach. She was here to watch.
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