The classroom was quiet for a minute, and Hermione, who was beside Andrew, suddenly raised her hand again.

Professor Umbridge had noticed, and she seemed to have a plan for what might happen. Instead of pretending not to see Hermione, she stood up and walked around the front desk, standing face to face with Hermione, then bent down to keep her voice down so that the class could not hear her. "What's going on this time, Miss Granger?"

"I've already read the second chapter. Hermione said.

"Well, let's move on to chapter three. ”

"I've read that chapter too. I read the whole book. ”

Professor Umbridge blinked, but regained his composure almost immediately.

"Well, you should be able to tell me what Slinka had to say about the Anti-Evil Spell in Chapter 15. ”

He said the word anti-evil spell was inappropriate. Hermione said without thinking, "He said that the word 'anti-curse' was actually what people used to call their curses, and they wanted to make them sound more acceptable. ”

Professor Umbridge raised his eyebrows and did not speak.

"But I disagree. Hermione continued.

Professor Umbridge's eyebrows were raised, and his gaze was noticeably colder.

"You don't agree?"

"Yes, I don't agree. Hermione said that she didn't whisper like Umbridge, but spoke in a clear, distant voice that drew the attention of the rest of the class, "Mr. Slinka doesn't like charms, does he? But I think they work very well when used for defense." ”

"Oh, you think so, don't you?" said Professor Umbridge, forgetting to lower his voice, and standing up straight, "I'm afraid what really matters in this classroom is Mr. Slinka's point of view, not yours, Miss Granger." ”

"But—" Hermione was about to speak.

"Enough. Professor Umbridge said. She walked to the front of the classroom and faced the class, and the joy she had at the beginning of the class was gone. "Miss Granger, I'm going to deduct five points from Gryffindor House. ”

Hearing this, the classroom was full of whispers.

"Why?" asked Harry, angrily.

"Shut up!" Andrew whispered to him, "You forgot what I said to you."

"Because I disrupt my classroom discipline with meaningless interruptions. "I'm teaching here in a way that's approved by the Ministry of Magic, and doesn't include encouraging students to express their opinions on things they don't quite understand. The teachers who taught you this subject in the past may have given you more freedom, but none of them were able to pass the Ministry of Magic's investigation—with the possible exception of Professor Quirrell, who at least he seems to only teach content appropriate for your age—"

"Except for you, the rest of the teachers teach quite well. Andrew said lazily.

"What's your name again?" said Umbridge, "I think I'm going to ———."

"Beware, Professor Umbridge, be careful not to let fireballs or water balls fall on you again. ”

After Andrew said this, the whole class burst into laughter.

"You ———," Umbridge seemed to think of the unpleasant experience again, "Very well, this classmate." I think I need to shut you up. What's your name?"

Andrew didn't look at her, but looked out the window with great interest.

"Very well, I think I need to punish you a little. ”

Umbridge pulled out his wand, tapped it at Andrew, and then looked at him smugly.

But nothing happened.

Unconvinced, Umbridge waved her wand again, and still, nothing happened.

Suddenly, a smell of burnt paste spread through the classroom, as if something was on fire.

The class was surprised to find smoke coming out of Umbridge's head. Umbridge noticed this, screaming and slapping her hair vigorously. Finally the fire in her hair was extinguished before it could burn completely.

Then she looked at Andrew angrily, "Did you do this?

"It's not me, Professor. Andrew spread his hands and said, "You know, you can't do anything without a wand. And I remember telling us to put our wands away during class, didn't you?" he continued, "and now you're the only one in the classroom using your wand. I think it's probably because you don't use magic well enough to be at home. ”

"Good. Umbridge gritted his teeth and said, "What a sharp mouth." With that, she walked out.

After she left, the whole quiet class suddenly became lively, and many people asked if Andrew did it, and Andrew kept saying, "I really didn't do anything." ”

Finally, Andrew's side was quieter, and Hermione whispered to Andrew, "Andy, aren't you doing this?" She looked at the door uneasily, and said a little worriedly, "You are against her, it's very ———"

At this time, there was a sudden silence in the class. Umbridge led Professor Dumbledore in, followed by Snape and McGonagall.

Umbridge pointed at Andrew and said, "That's him, who used a curse to attack the Ministry of Magic personnel in class." ”

Dumbledore asked softly, "Andrew-san, is this true?"

Andrew Lee looked at Albus Dumbledore with some surprise, he hadn't seen this powerful, erudite, wise old wizard for a long time, more than a year to be exact.

When the terrible aftermath of the tournament resulted in the casualties of several warriors, Hogwarts was subjected to unprecedented suspicion and pressure, and many people thought that the old wizard was doomed and someone had to be held responsible for the complete failure of the tournament.

But Andrew Lee didn't think so at the time, they all ignored one thing: Albus Dumbledore was one of the strongest wizards of this era, even if he was old now and his magic was not as good as before, but what Getler could do, Albus couldn't do.

Albus did limit himself and let himself slowly move towards "another adventure" in moral perfection, but with Wizarding Britain in full crisis, what reason did Albus have to guard and redeem at this time not to pursue more powerful magic!

If Albus does not stand up at this time, the entire wizarding Britain will be in ruins under the wrestling of the wizarding army, the Tang organization, and the Death Eaters.

Under such a crisis, it is not a problem that a child like Harry Potter can solve at all, and whether it is Fudge, Severus, or McGonagall, no matter their prestige or magic at this time, they are unable to coordinate the power of the entire wizarding Britain.

As the highest authority in wizarding Britain, the Wizengamot is also in urgent need of unified leadership at this time, as mentioned above, the wizarding forces represented by Malfoy, Longbottom, Crouch and other wizards have faintly begun to split this wizarding British authoritative organization.

As the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, Albus Dumbledore, there are not many options to make, except to stand up with unprecedented toughness, everything else is irresponsible for the darkness engulfing the entire wizarding Britain.

Andrew Lee stood up, staring at the Headmaster, who seemed to be composed entirely of pure magic, and replied cautiously, "Not at all, Professor." ”

"You're lying!" Umbridge screamed. Andrew Lee was silent, the students thought that Andrew was thinking of an excuse, and only Andrew himself knew that he was amazed at the amazing strength of the Headmaster at this time: in just one year, Albus Dumbledore was infinitely close to the realm of demigods!

The natural fluctuation of magic like breath is the precursor to the formation of the demigod magic field, and Queen Anne has taught Andrew this knowledge in detail, at this time, as long as Lord Albus Dumbledore finds the prototype of his magic field, he can cross the shackles of life and achieve the demigod fruit position.

Andrew Lee and Albus Dumbledore's gaze met in the air, and the gaze that saw through it all through the half-moon glasses tried to peer into Andrew Lee's mind again.

Relying on the full help of Queen Anne - the picture of hell, the power of destruction - has been initially absorbed by Xie An, and the deadly crisis has now become an unprecedentedly powerful weapon, which can give a fatal response in the face of any spiritual attack.

"The whole class watched," said Harry, "that Professor Umbridge had a problem with her own wand, which caused her own hair to catch fire." ”

The surrounding classmates whispered, and Snape sneered, "I see, it's your own reason. It was so exciting. ”

Umbridge was even more angry, "Very well, then it's always true that he doesn't respect the teacher in class, right?" The scream of the Deputy Minister, who did not understand the situation, interrupted the secret temptation of the two wizards, an old man and a young man.

Dumbledore coughed lightly and asked Andrew again, "Is there such a thing?"

Andrew shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know if it's distracted in class?"

"What nonsense!" said the Deputy Minister's pink coat seemed to be blown into a balloon by her anger.

"Please be quiet," Snape said coldly, "I think there was some misunderstanding in this? ”

"Wait," Umbridge said, "it's covering———"

"I couldn't agree more," Professor McGonagall said, "what does the Headmaster think?" Albus nodded.

At this point Hermione said, "Andrew is a Ravenclaw student, and I think Professor Flitwick has the right to participate in ———."

"Quiet, Miss Granger. "I'll ask Flitwick," Snape said, "lest anyone say any more nonsense." ”

"Follow me, Mr. Andrew Lee. ”

"Remember to help me get my bag, Autumn. Andrew said to Hermione as he stood up.

Andrew followed Snape down the cold aisle, and Snape said, "You're going to get Dumbledore in trouble like that." ”

"I think it's just right, Professor. Andrew said, "And do you think the Headmaster is still afraid of this trouble?"

"Of course, maybe," Snape suddenly wondered - if he had been braver and stronger, maybe Lily wouldn't have walked ---- two of them together for a while, and Andrew Lee suddenly asked, "Is that going well?"

"It's not going well, and now I'm under suspicion," Snape said, "and the man has been emotionally unstable lately." ”

"Is it serious?" Andrew asked.

"It's not too serious. They came to a room, Snape locked the door, and pulled a roll of parchment from a small box, "Here's the latest news." ”

Andrew took the parchment and looked at it carefully for a moment, then he drew his poplar wand and burned the parchment.

"I see. "You haven't been suspected yet, it's just an illusion he has created, and it's he who is really suspected," Andrew said with his wand writing a name into the air, "It seems that our plan has been successful." ”

"And what's next," Snape asked, "what are you going to do next?"

"The outside form is also dangerous now," Andrew said with a slight frown on his face without a relaxed expression, "Wizarding Britain has not yet become the main battlefield, the battle between the wizarding army and the Ministry of Magic on the continent has become white-hot, and many forces that have been behind the scenes have begun to surface, and relying on the Ministry of Magic of one country alone can no longer affect the outcome of this war." ”

"You mean, a wizarding world war?" Snape couldn't help but stand up, a look of disbelief on his face, "I mean the same World War I as those stupid Muggles?"

Andrew smiled coldly, "I'm afraid this big war will not be limited to the wizarding world, in the Horn of Africa, the dark wizards have established a base. ”

Andrew had been in class for several minutes when he arrived at the Charms classroom,

"I'm sorry, Professor. I'm late. Andrew said.

"Go in, don't do that next time, take the mouse. ”

Andrew took the mouse and sat down next to Cho, "What are you going to do?" Cho looked at Andrew and said, "Is there anything wrong?" Hermione also looked this way.

Andrew didn't speak, for Professor McGonagall glanced at them.

"Listen carefully, students—Dean Thomas, if you toss that rat like that and make it scream and disrupt the class, I'll shut you up—and now, most of the students are able to recite the vanishing spell to make the snail disappear, even those who still have a little snail shell left have mastered the gist of the spell. Today, we're going to—"

"Ahem, ahem. Professor Umbridge coughed.

"What?" Professor McGonagall said, turning, her eyebrows coming together in what seemed to form a long, intimidating straight line.

"Professor, I just want to know if you have received my note informing you of the date and time of the investigation into your class-"

"I obviously got it, or I'd have asked you what you're doing in my classroom. Professor McGonagall said decisively, turning her back to Professor Umbridge again. Many students exchanged joyful glances.