Umbridge looked around from the podium, taking in everyone's expressions. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I think you are all aware that there are a lot of problems with this course, but you will be happy to know that they are about to be corrected. This year, we're going to be learning a carefully arranged, theoretical-focused, Ministry-approved Defense of Magic course, so please copy those words down. ”

She tapped on the blackboard again, and the two lines disappeared in favor of "Lesson Objectives."

l. Understand the basic principles of Magical Defence.

2. Learn to identify occasions where you can legitimately use Magic Defence.

3. Evaluate the Magical Defence in the context of practical use.

The only thing in the classroom was the rustle of quills on parchment, and after two or three minutes, when each student had transcribed Professor Umbridge's three course objectives, she continued, "Does everyone have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's Theory of Magical Defence?"

"Yes, that's right!" a muttered affirmation rang out from the class.

"That's not going to work, students, it's not going to work, I think we're going to have to do it again!" Umbridge said, shaking his head, "When I ask you a question, I want you to answer: yes, Professor Umbridge, or: no, Professor Umbridge." Again: Does every student have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's The Theory of Magical Defences?"

"Yes, Professor Umbridge. The class replied aloud.

"Very well!" said Umbridge, "I want you to turn to the fifth page of the book, read the first chapter, get started with the basics, and read without turning your ears into each other." If you've finished reading it, move on to the next chapter. ”

There was a cacophony of discussion in the class, two of which were connected to the Defense of the Dark Arts.

Listen to Umbridge's words and want them to sit here all morning reading a book?

"Quiet!" Umbridge said, baring the small, sharp teeth in his mouth, "we're reading a book right now, and if we have any questions, we can talk after class." Also, I hope that when you ask questions in my class in the future, you will raise your hand to speak. ”

Her two toad-like eyes with droopy eyelids stared at everyone, and the classroom fell silent for a moment.

Evan wouldn't openly confront Umbridge in class, and he wouldn't have anything to talk to her. He turned to the fifth page of "The Theory of Defense Against Magic", and unsurprisingly, the content on it was very boring, first systematically explaining what black magic is, and the corresponding defense against the dark arts, that is, white magic.

Black magic and white magic, the division between the two is not as clear as black and white.

According to the author of this book, Wilbert Slinka, whether it is black magic or white magic, it is different in the skills and ideas of controlling one's own mental power, for example, the use of the killing curse requires strong malice and killing intent, while the use of the protective charm requires the user to recall happy things, produce happy emotions, or have strong protective thoughts.

These things were very basic to Aven, and the explanations of the book were very long-winded, full of esoteric long paragraphs, almost as uninteresting as listening to Professor Binns, who looked at it and walked away thinking about other things.

The classroom was silent, and next to Aven, Colin stared blankly at the same place on the book.

A lot of people haven't turned a page in a long time, and Umbridge doesn't seem to care.

She sat in a chair behind the podium, looking at each of the little wizards in the classroom, not knowing what she was thinking.

While Evan and the others had been staring at their books all morning, Harry had just finished his sleepy History of Magic class, and Professor Binns was talking about the Giants' War in a shuffled tone for an hour and a half.

If there were a different teacher, the subject would probably be more fascinating, but Professor Binns, the ghost teacher, who was talking from the book in a constant tone, why not let them read the book on their own?

Probably, Hermione alone could resist the hypnotic power of Binns's voice.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they came out of the History of Magic classroom.

"What if I don't lend you my notes this year?" Hermione asked coldly.

She was unhappy with Harry and Ron's performance in class, and the two of them didn't pay attention to the lecture at all.

Ron started by exchanging notes with Lavender, and later played an executioner's game with Harry on parchment.

"Then we'll fail 0.W.Ls history of magic. Ron said, "If you want to be blamed by your conscience, Hermione?"

"Hmph, you deserve it!" she retorted, "you didn't listen to him at all, did you?"

"We're trying," Ron said, "we just don't have the brains like yours, the memory you have, the attention you have, and you and Evan are smarter than us, so we don't want to open any pot and mention it, okay?"

"Hmph, don't pour me this ecstasy soup. Hermione said, but her expression softened slightly, "I wonder how Evan is doing, the first quarter of that woman, what do you say, she will teach?"

"Maybe like Moody's, show everyone the dark arts?"

"That can't be, she's not crazy-eyed, she wouldn't do such crazy things, it's not allowed by the Ministry of Magic. Besides, don't forget what she's here for. Hermione said, "She's coming to Hogwarts on behalf of Fudge, and there's no way she's really teaching us anything." ”

"I don't know, but if she conducts a combat drill, Evan will definitely have a chance to teach her a lesson. Harry said.

They had been discussing the issue until Snape walked into the basement before he hurriedly shut his mouth and quieted down.

As soon as everyone saw Snape, they immediately fell silent.

Normally, the presence of Snape was enough to silence the entire class.

Harry had thought that since Snape was also a member of the Order of the Phoenix, it would be better for them to be too right.

But he soon found out that he was wrong, and he was wrong.

"Before we start classes today, I think I need to remind you. Snape walked briskly to the podium and looked sternly at them all, "Next June, you're going to take an important exam where you'll prove how much you've learned about potions making and using them. Although it is true that several people in this class are mentally retarded, I hope that you will all be able to barely pass o.w.Ls exams, otherwise I will be very angry. ”

His gaze fell on Neville's face this time, and Neville gasped in horror.