After dinner, Luna and Hannah returned to their respective common rooms.

Meanwhile, Aileen followed Hermione to the Gryffindor common room.

According to the previous "Four Houses Divide Aileen Agreement," she had to sleep in each house at least one night per week.

However, even if it wasn't on the schedule tonight, Aileen would use her privileges to come here – Gryffindor House was bound to be lively tonight.

Sure enough, before she and Hermione could finish their first game of wizard's chess in the common room, noisy voices came from the doorway.

Fred and George rushed in, as if all their magical gadgets had been confiscated by Filch.

"Is Percy back?" George looked around, and when he saw Hermione shaking her head, he calmed down a bit. "Did you know?! I just heard a ghost story. The professor for the new 'Living Magic' course at Hogwarts seems to have been decided. The prefects were just called to collect the new timetables, and I have a bad feeling about this..."

"Don't say that, Professor Weasley will be sad to hear it." Aileen took the opportunity to knock over the chess pieces, turned her head, and said with a smile, "Isn't this an epic buff?"

"Oops, wait – I think I suddenly had tinnitus just now, and I didn't hear anything." Fred covered his ears and said quickly, deceiving himself.

"I didn't hear anything either, hmm, I guess I've been a little too tired lately." George also said with a blank expression.

"Frankly, I'm quite envious of you. Your mother is now a formal professor."

Hermione glared at Aileen, who was taking advantage of the situation, and asked in confusion while tidying up the chess pieces.

"Mrs. Weasley joining Hogwarts, isn't that a good thing? You'll definitely be the most watched and cared for students."

"Oh," George twitched the corner of his mouth, "Oh – see, that's the scariest part."

"Why haven't I seen Ron and Ginny?" Aileen looked around, a little curious.

"They should be on their way back. Everyone saw Mum walking into the Great Hall," Fred sighed. "They didn't have time to run away. It's very rare for Hogwarts to add a professor temporarily. Everyone has so many questions to ask, like what exactly is Living Magic, and what about the course assignments, teaching style, and habits..."

He stood up and walked to the window with some despair, looking at the dark campus outside.

"You know what, I'd rather have five Filches in school, at least then there would be a glimmer of hope for struggle."

Hermione glared at him.

"Why don't you just stop thinking about breaking the rules?!"

"It's different now, it's not as simple as breaking the rules. Mum already has a lot of nagging to do on us, this is just the end of it..."

George yawned loudly, looking dejectedly at the cloudy sky outside.

"I don't know what Mum will teach in class, but my dates with Peach for the last half of the year are probably ruined."

"If we get caught, we'll probably be executed on the spot by Mum." Fred said firmly.

"That's your own problem," Aileen said absentmindedly, "Dating is wrong in the first place, you guys are too unrestrained sometimes."

She lowered her head and started setting up the chess pieces again, preparing to encourage Hermione to play another game. Suddenly, she noticed Fred, George, and Hermione staring at her with strange and subtle expressions.

"What's wrong?" She tapped the queen on the chessboard. "You're not adults yet, neither physically nor mentally – right?"

"Um, Aileen – what you said sounds a little familiar –"

Hermione glanced at the white-haired loli in front of her and said thoughtfully, "Umbridge's proposal, could it be..."

"How is that possible," the little ahoge on Aileen's head shook quickly, and she said with a straight face, "I'm just a student!"

Before Hermione and the others could continue to ask questions, a large group of people suddenly poured into the Gryffindor common room.

Ron, Ginny, Charlie...

All the Weasley children were finally back.

The Gryffindor little wizards crowded around them, discussing something enthusiastically.

However, compared to the excited and thrilled classmates, the forced smiles on the faces of the Weasley children were truly heartbreaking.

Percy walked at the back of the crowd, holding several large notices in his arms.

"George, Fred, come help me with a hand –"

He said dully, looking as if he had lost his soul, with only the last bit of consciousness driven by the prefect's badge.

"The professors have agreed on the latest timetable. Starting tomorrow, each grade will have a mandatory Living Magic class every week – everyone needs to be notified tonight."

"So... that professor..."

"Not a professor. After discussion by the Hogwarts Board of Governors, the Ministry of Magic, and the school, the teacher of the Living Magic course does not have professor qualifications."

Percy conveyed the information without emotional fluctuations. Before George and Fred could get a glimmer of hope, he quickly continued.

"Campus Life Advisor – this is the final title. Everyone can address the new life teacher in the same way as they address Madam Pomfrey..."

"Politely and cordially address that new life teacher as: Mrs. Weasley."

"Oh." The light in George and Fred's eyes dimmed.

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Although the Weasley family's little wizards were temporarily a little depressed.

But as this week's classes came to an end, everyone had to admit that the Living Magic class was indeed very interesting.

In fact, with the arrival of Mrs. Weasley, most of the little wizards finally understood what they were learning magic for.

Unlike other courses at Hogwarts, Mrs. Weasley did not have a fixed teaching scene. She was more accustomed to teaching directly in the various common rooms.

And the course content was also very fragmented: from lighting the fire in the fireplace to summoning the drinks on the coffee table while sitting in the armchair; from trimming messy hair to changing the stitching on clothes to make yourself more presentable; from commanding the blankets and chairs to put themselves away, to how to steady yourself immediately when you accidentally fall, so as not to get hurt or embarrass yourself...

"Very excellent performance." Mrs. Weasley patted Cho Chang's shoulder with a smile, and the atmosphere in the Ravenclaw common room was particularly cheerful.

"You taught well." Cho Chang said shyly, gently drawing circles with her wand behind her back.

They had just experienced a pillow fight, which was previously unimaginable to everyone.

More importantly, those withdrawn and suspended little witches finally experienced the joy of flying slowly again.

The Levitation Charm combined with simple magical instructions, with at most some rudimentary protective spells added, quickly turned the Ravenclaw common room into a joyful playground.

"Alright, girls – now let's learn another piece of knowledge, the attention to the monthly period."

Mrs. Weasley smiled and nodded, looked at the lesson plan in her hand, and waved to everyone.

"Oh – those little gentlemen over there, come to the front, don't be shy and hide."

"This is not just for girls to learn, this is very important."

Hogwarts did not stipulate the specific teaching content for Mrs. Weasley.

In fact, after Mrs. Weasley arrived at Hogwarts, there was only one sentence to introduce the course content she was going to carry out:

"Teach the children as much as possible how to use magic and knowledge harmoniously and happily to enjoy life."

Some parents of Slytherin had objections at first. They thought Mrs. Weasley would only teach some trivial household magic housewife knowledge.

However, when Mrs. Weasley summoned the family tree in the Slytherin common room and guided everyone to design and improve the supplies related to the family crest, the remaining doubts in Slytherin suddenly disappeared – people suddenly realized that the Weasley family, the Prewett family... they were all genuine magical families.

On the other hand, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff also had special teaching tailored to the students' aptitude.

Although Mrs. Weasley hardly taught new magic, she seemed to have some kind of magic of her own, guiding the students to skillfully use various magical knowledge.

The books only tell everyone the most basic and serious definitions, while Mrs. Weasley lets the little wizards understand how easy and comfortable magic can make life.

As for Gryffindor, Mrs. Weasley has become the most popular witch in the house – even making the Weasley children a little jealous.

Compared to the unsmiling Professor McGonagall, and the smirking Umbridge, Mrs. Weasley obviously had too much affinity.

Umbridge's strict rules became pale and powerless in the face of Mrs. Weasley's gentle offensive.

Even later, her efforts to advocate "happy education" began to become less effective.

With Mrs. Weasley's "Living Magic" course, the little wizards gradually re-examined the courses, instead of just thinking about playing around mindlessly.

As long as there were magical or knowledge points that had obvious uses in life, even if they were "reduced" in class due to review reasons, everyone would actively take time to learn them on their own.

In fact, what bothered Umbridge was not only the shift in the school's reputation...

In the last few days of this week, Fudge suddenly reduced the frequency of correspondence.

Although the superficial reason was the preparation for the "Lockhart trial," but with Umbridge's sense of smell and the information she had inquired about everywhere.

The Ministry of Magic...

Might be in big trouble...

Moreover, this oppressive feeling of an impending storm should involve changes in the upper echelons of the Ministry of Magic...

However, Umbridge did not understand where the danger came from. After all, Dumbledore, Scrimgeour, and Crouch had all withdrawn from the competition.

Even if Cornelius Fudge was not a particularly powerful Minister for Magic, there was no opponent in the magical society at this time who could threaten him.

Not to mention, the International Confederation of Wizards was now without a leader – unless the Dark Lord resurrected, nothing could shake the overall situation of the Ministry of Magic.

This was also the Ministry of Magic's biggest reliance on its previous decision to interfere in Hogwarts. This was a golden opportunity for them.

Unless…

On Monday morning, a sky full of owls poured into Hogwarts.

The cup in Umbridge's hand trembled, red tea spilled all over her, and she stared at the headline on the newspaper with wide eyes.

*Gilderoy Lockhart: The Third Generation of the Dark Lord? Pioneer of the Free World?*

*British Ministry of Magic Suspected of Initiating Minister's Impeachment Process*

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