There she was smiling and humming a little tune.

"Put away your wand. With a smile on her face, she instructed the students who had taken out their wands with a glimmer of hope and had to put them back in their bags in disappointment.

"We finished the first chapter in the last lesson, and today I want you all to turn to page nineteen and start reading 'Chapter 2, The Theory of General Defense and Its Origins'. Don't talk while reading. ”

Hermione raised her hand again.

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 hear her. “

"I've already read the second chapter. Hermione didn't whisper like Umbridge, but spoke in a clear, distant voice that drew the attention of the rest of the class.

"I've read that chapter too. I read the whole book. "None of them could hear what Professor Umbridge was saying. Until-

"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. It seemed that Hermione had the professor, and no one except the people nearby heard what the professor asked.

"Why?" asked Harry, angrily.

"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 that is appropriate for your age-"

"yes, Quirrell is such a great teacher," Harry exclaimed, "only a small fly in the ointment that he had Voldemort glued to the back of his head. ”

As soon as the words came out, there was silence in the classroom, and then—"I think another week of confinement will help you, Mr. Potter." Umbridge said slickly.

After class, Draco couldn't help but complain that Harry was talking too fast and they didn't have time to place bets. Although he lost his last bet, Draco didn't seem to mind at all.

"Do you think she's really going to fire a professor?" Daphne didn't say the professor.

"Definitely, as Phoenix said, it's just a question of who goes first, Trelawney or Hagrid. Draco walked on his toes to the front.

"Yes, but she can't fire a professor at will, after all, experienced professors are not something that can be found in a short period of time. Phoenix changed his words, "Divination class—"

Slytherin mostly burst into laughter.

In the protection of magical creatures class, Harry inexplicably gave himself another week of confinement. With the addition of the previous one, he has accumulated two weeks of confinement. If he had come for another week, he would have not only broken the record, but would not have been able to play the first Quidditch match.

Phoenix felt that Umbridge might be more useful than Snape, she would definitely make Harry angry, and she was such a good teacher who loved to help others. Ah, and the thunderous Captain Gryffindor, I guess she can also make Harry 'enjoy' it.

It's true that everything is going the way you want it to.

At the PA party in the evening, Phoenix stood in the middle of the Room in high spirits. It became the place where magic was practiced, open and soft-walled.

"I'm probably going to be busy this weekend, so I'm going to make a temporary move to today-well, who's going to come first?" Phoenix, embarrassed by no one moving, "didn't find anything?"

They all shook their heads.

"It's hard - your level is a waste of learning the magic of the textbooks. You can all master it in a short time—" He summoned an armchair and sat down.

"It's really hard, and I've studied some simple spells, and they're all very clever. I wanted to add some features, or make a spell, but it was unstable, and once again it almost blew up my wand. Friedhelm complained. Others also started to talk about it.

"I see," Phoenix cupped his forehead, "but that's not why I brought everyone together." ”

"Boss, we can continue to learn about Defence Against the Dark Arts. "Philip was very active.

"Indeed, the guy named Umbridge knows what to do with us reading?" agrees Noether.

"You can take the place of the teacher," Hermione said, "and it's OWL year. ”

"Our level has already surpassed the OWL level, what are we learning?"

"Let's put that idiot aside. I think we'd better practice the magic we've learned before, and last year, I didn't push you too much and I hope you don't forget the spells. Phoenix said. "If it goes well, we're trying the Silent Spell, in pairs. I think about what we're going to do next. ”

Phoenix walks around correcting their spell casting. He encouraged everyone to think outside the box, not to be limited to ray magic, and to use transfiguration and spells flexibly to be the best way to attack.

In the end, they tried the Silent Charm, and only Noether and Hermione succeeded. Phoenix encourages everyone to practice seriously, and he will conduct a one-on-one assessment at the next party, and master silent spells. If it goes well, at the next meeting, Phoenix will start teaching them the magic Animagus, and considering that this latest magic is not yet perfect, Phoenix asks them to subscribe to the newspaper about the magic Animagus.

"Hermione, is there something wrong?" Seeing that Hermione didn't leave, but waited for everyone to leave. Apparently there was something to discuss with him.

"I think, like Harry said in the first lesson at Umbridge, we have to be ready to deal with whatever is going to be waiting for us out there. I mean, we want to make sure that we can really protect ourselves. If we can't learn anything for a whole year, we should get more people to join us, at least so that everyone can learn to defend themselves. ”

"You're saying I'm going to lower the bar and get more people to join the P.A?" Phoenix said in a kind of inquiry.

"Yes, that's what it means. You want to defeat the mystery man too, don't you?" Hermione said, "They need a teacher, a proper teacher, someone who can teach people how to use spells, and correct us if we don't do it right." ”

"That's a good idea," Phoenix frowned at her. "It's a risky thing, you know. Fudge is afraid that Dumbledore is secretly training you, this is a crime against the wind. Even if the original intention is good, if it is discovered, do you know how serious the consequences will be?"

A moment of silence.

Hermione pondered, she hadn't thought what would happen if she was discovered.

"It's worth a try, but I'm going to make it clear to the people who are going to do it, and tell them the risks of doing it. Phoenix raised his voice slightly, and the flame in the stove was much smaller, "Most of the Hufflepuffs didn't like me very much since last semester, plus Gryffindor - I'm not very optimistic about it myself. ”

"You have a point. Hermione said calmly. She calmly followed Phoenix's train of thought and sorted out her thoughts, "But we should be united, this is not a Quidditch Cup or a House Cup. So I'll go and see how Harry is looking. Let's talk about it again. ”

"Well said. Phoenix put his arm around Hermione, his nose could smell her fragrance, "But I've been so tired lately, do you think it's time for me—?"

"Tomorrow there's class—" Hermione pinched him in annoyance, but Phoenix was much more powerful than her, the magic windows rattled and the wind and rain continued to wash through the glass. (To be continued.) )