Ron and Harry went to Sybil Trelawney's classroom for a divination class, but Ron didn't come.

"Hello students," said Professor Trelawney in her usual faint, dreamlike voice, "welcome back to divination class. Of course, I've been watching your fate very carefully throughout the summer, and I'm glad to see you all return to Hogwarts unharmed—because, of course, I know you'll all be back.

"You will find on your desk a copy of Iñigo Inmagna's Guide to Dream Interpretation. Dream interpretation is a very important method of divination for the future, and it is likely to be a topic in the .ls exam. Of course, I don't think it's important to pass the exam compared to the sacred art of divination. As long as you have a discerning eye, what certificates, grades, are all trivial things. Still, the headmaster is willing to let you take the test, so-"

Her voice was elegantly lowered, convincing her classmates that Professor Trelawney thought her class was much more important than mundane things like exams.

Please turn to the introduction and read what Inmagnagall has to say about dream interpretation. Then, work in pairs and use the Dream Interpretation Guide to explain each other's recent dreams. Let's go. ”

One of the advantages of this course is that it is not two consecutive sessions. By the time the class finished reading the introduction to the book, they had only ten minutes to explain the dream. At the table next to Ron and Harry, Dean and Neville were grouped, and Neville immediately began to tremble and explain a nightmare in which a pair of large scissors creaked and cut one of his grandmother's best hats.

"I'll tell you a nightmare. Harry", Ron said, "I dreamed that we didn't have Sundays anymore and then classes started at six o'clock every morning. “”

"It's a nightmare. Harry smiled and said, "For you." Then he flipped through the "Dream Interpretation Guide" with interest

"That means you're going to lose sleep?" said Harry.

"Insomnia? Oh, that's terrible. Ron said with a smile.

Later, Professor Trelawney assigned them homework to record their dreams every day for the next month.

The bell rang for the end of class, and they walked into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom as they complained about a lot of homework, and Professor Umbridge was already sitting behind the podium. She wore the same fluffy pink cardigan she had worn the night before, with that black velvet bow on top of her head.

The class was silent as they walked into the classroom, Professor Umbridge was unknown, and no one knew how strict she was about classroom discipline.

"Good afternoon, students!" she said after the class had sat down.

A few classmates muttered "good afternoon" in response.

"Tsk, tsk," said Professor Umbridge, "that's not going to work, is it?" I want you to reply, 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.'" 'Please do it again. Good afternoon, students!"

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge. They replied in unison.

"That's right," Professor Umbridge said in a snarling voice, "it's not too difficult, is it?" ”

Many of the classmates exchanged depressed looks. The command to "put away the wand" was never a lesson they found interesting.

Professor Umbridge opened her handbag, pulled out a wand that was surprisingly short, and tapped it on the blackboard, which immediately saw two lines: Defence Against the Dark Arts returns to basics

"Students, your teaching of this class has always been intermittent and unsystematic, hasn't it?" Professor Umbridge said, turning to face the class, his hands fingers crossed, squarely placed on his chest, "Teachers are constantly changing, and many of them don't seem to be teaching to the level that the Ministry of Magic has approved for the curriculum, which is what .ls years should be.

"But you will be glad to know that these problems are about to be corrected. This year, we're going to be taking a carefully arranged, theoretical-focused, Ministry-approved Defence of Magic course. Please copy these words. ”

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

1. Understand the fundamentals 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.

All she could hear 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 asked, "Does everyone have a copy of Wilbert Slinker's Theory of Magical Defence?"

There was a murmur of affirmation in the class.

"I think we're going to do it all over again," Professor Umbridge said, "and when I ask you a question, I want you to answer 'Yes, Professor Umbridge.'" Or, 'No, Professor Umbridge.' 'Again: Does everyone have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's Theory of Magical Defence?'

"Yes, Professor Umbridge. The class replied aloud.

"Very well," said Professor Umbridge, "I would like you to turn to page five and read 'Chapter 1, Fundamentals of Introduction.'" Don't talk to each other when you read. ”

Professor Umbridge left the blackboard and sat down in a chair behind the podium, staring at everyone with his two toad-like eyes with droopy eyelids.

Ron only flipped through a few pages of the book and threw it away, Harry looked at some unintelligible words in confusion, and Hermione hadn't even opened her copy of The Theory of Magical Defence. She stared at Professor Umbridge without blinking, one hand raised in the air.

After a few more minutes, there was more than one person staring at Hermione. The chapter they were told to read was so boring that more and more of the students were more willing to watch how Hermione caught Professor Umbridge's attention without saying anything than to gnaw on some "basic principles of introductory".

Later, more than half of the class was staring at Hermione instead of their textbooks, and Professor Umbridge seemed to think she could no longer turn a blind eye to the situation.

"Honey, do you have any questions about the content of this chapter?" she asked Hermione, seemingly just noticing her.

"No, not about the content of this chapter. Hermione said.

"Oh, we're reading now," Professor Umbridge said, baring his small, pointed teeth, "and if you have any other questions, we'll talk about it when class is over." ”

"I have a question about your course objectives. Hermione said.

Professor Umbridge raised an eyebrow.

"What's your name?"

"Hermione Granger. Hermione said.

"Well, Miss Granger, I think the course objectives are very clearly written, as long as you read them carefully from beginning to end. Professor Umbridge said in an unwavering tone.

"But I don't think so," Hermione said bluntly, "there's not a word on it that mentioning the use of defensive spells. ”

There was a brief silence, and many students in the class turned their heads to look at the three lesson objectives still written on the blackboard.

"Using defensive spells?" Professor Umbridge repeated with a chuckle, "Gee, I can't imagine a situation in my class that would require you to use defensive spells, Miss Granger. You don't think you're going to be attacked in class, do you?"

"This is not an early childhood education initiation class. Ginny muttered under her breath.

Unfortunately, Professor Umbridge happened to hear, "In my class, please don't whisper, what's your name?"

Ginny didn't seem to hear, and continued to sit there, as if she were closing her eyes.

Professor Umbridge frowned, quickly turned to Hermione, and said, "What, Miss Granger?

"Yes," said Hermione, "the overall goal of Defence Against the Dark Arts should certainly be to practice defensive spells, right?"

"Are you a specially trained educator for the Ministry of Magic, Miss Granger?" Professor Umbridge asked in her sweet, faux falsetto.

"No, but—"

"Well, I don't think you're in a position to judge what the 'overall goal' of any one course is. Our latest learning program has been designed by wizards who are much older and smarter than you. You will learn defensive spells in a safe, risk-free way—"

"What's the use of that?" Harry asked aloud, "if we're attacked, it's certainly not going to be—"

"Hands up, Mr. Potter!" Professor Umbridge said in a singing voice. Harry hurriedly raised his hand in the air. Professor Umbridge repeated the same old trick and immediately turned his face to look elsewhere, but now several other students raised their hands.

"What's your name?" Professor Umbridge asked Dean.

"Dean Thomas. ”

"Say it, Mr. Thomas. ”

"Well, like Harry said, isn't it?" said Dean, "and if we are attacked, it is impossible to be without risk. ”

"I repeat," Professor Umbridge said, smiling at Dean in that particularly irritating way, "do you think you're going to be attacked in my class?"

"No, it won't. But—"

"Not necessarily, Professor, I think so. Fred said with a sudden smile.

"Raise your hand, your name is ———"

A whistling sound slowly grew louder, and everyone was drawn to it.

I saw outside the window, a fireball roared and flew over. Many of the students screamed. At this time, Andrew suddenly grabbed Cho with one hand and Hermione with the other, and at the same time said to his classmates, "Be careful! Go back!" Andrew's position was originally in the last row, and he had not been so enthusiastic about the class, and this time they were the first to retreat to the back corner of the classroom.

Only then did the students react, and they stepped back one after another.

Professor Umbridge was terrified and tried to run away, as the fireball was seen to be from where she was standing. But what frightened her even more was that she couldn't move, and could only watch as the fireball rushed through the window, shattered the glass, and slammed into her.

Because Professor Umbridge was attacked by unknown magic in class, although the injuries were not serious, they basically couldn't attend this class.

When the students left the classroom, they all talked loudly about it, and some laughed exaggeratedly, learning from her frightened expression at that time.

Andrew walked with Hermione and Cho to a place where no one was, and Hermione asked Andrew in a whisper, "Do you know who did this?"

"What?"

"I'm talking about attacks. ”

"I don't know, what do you care about this?" Andrew said ruthlessly.

"It's tense out there right now, you know, she, I mean Professor Umbridge, after all, was sent by the Minister of Magic, and if something happens to her, people have to worry..."Hermione said with some trepidation.

"Hermione, when did you become so timid," Andrew stopped, leaning against the pillars of the corridor, looking at the somewhat gloomy sky, an ominous lightning twisting and crawling across the sky like a snake, "The Ministry of Magic is powerless to protect us, we have no other way but to rely on ourselves..."

Seeing Andrew's serious face, Cho and Hermione glanced at each other, their eyes full of worry.

"Magic is power, and only now do I understand this phrase. Hermione whispered suddenly.

"yes. Andrew said, "If you want to be free, you have to understand the dangers that come with freedom." If you want to break the rules, you need to understand the chaos that the Ministry of Magic will represent when it is completely destroyed. Many wizards are now unaware of this, hoping to benefit from the chaos, unaware that once the Ministry of Magic falls, the shadow of war and death will follow. ”

"Don't talk about that terrible future, Andrew, I panic to hear. Qiu clasped his hands in front of his chest and whispered.

"Hell is ......empty," Andrew sighed almost uncontrollably, even though he knew it was time to comfort Cho and Hermione, "it's nothing, even if the entire wizarding Britain falls, I can guarantee your safety, in the Far East and Nepal snow-capped mountains, I am preparing to build a snow-capped mountain base, and when the base is completed, it will ensure our safety." ”

The city in the clouds, built on the pinnacle of the snow-capped mountains, is something that Andrew has only started planning in the last year. Empress Anne now spends most of her time in the convent in the sea, where the sect is passed down and where many of Queen Anne's memories are kept.

For wizards, eternity is still a luxury, and even for legendary demigods like Queen Anne and Don, after a thousand years, their lives will naturally enter a dangerous decline.

It has nothing to do with the faction they belong to, whether they are neutral, evil, or good, the ruthless Heavenly Dao will drag these transcendent beings into eternal reincarnation.

The "Five Tribulations of Heaven and Man" in the Far East, the "Age of the End of the Law" in the legend of the Brahman, the "Battle of the Fallen Heavens" preached by the Church, and the chaotic world that even the "Morning Star" cannot resist, these things are the great enemies of all transcendent beings, and there is no other way than to take the last step.