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"Arrogance, jealousy, anger, laziness, greed, gluttony, "seyu" ......"

"Poor little Jack, are you going to join the church?" A small, transparent figure of a young woman, who didn't look bigger than Silver's hand, floated out of Silver's small locker.

"Doris, why did you get out?" Silver closed the black Bible in his hand, "Are you alright?" ”

"I'm very good now." The young woman was happily dancing up and down the table, "It's a great feeling to be in this world again." ”

The young woman stood on top of the black Bible and laughed out loud, "Whoahahaha, I'm Ravenclaw back!" ”

Silver felt a cold sweat break out on his head, and would be shocked if others knew that Ravenclaw was such a virtue.

"Little Jack, from today onwards, you must improve my accommodation." Rowena. Ravan Calau began to command, "I want a luxurious dormitory. Ravenclaw emphasized.

"Uh, Doris, aren't you the same in the crown in the cupboard?"

"How can this be the same, little Jack, I didn't have a choice before, but now I can leave the crown freely, of course I need better accommodation."

Silver was a little speechless, "It's Ravenclaw, the legendary insatiable witch." ”

"If only you knew, little Jack, Ravenclaw was known as a greedy marauder." Rowena. Ravenclaw said triumphantly, "Greed is the source of Ravenclaw's strength, and the affairs of the dormitory shall be taken care of for me as soon as possible—I know that the Silver family is good at making all kinds of wonderful knick-knack of zuò, and it is no problem to build me a miniature dormitory, and I am very picky about the best craftsmen and materials." ”

"If you don't satisfy me, then Ravenclaw will be very angry, and the consequences will be severe......"

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"It's strange why we have to have a Defence Against the Dark Arts class with Gryffindor, which is practiced. If people from the two academies go to school together, the professor won't be able to take care of it at all. "Michael. Kona looked at the timetable and said strangely.

"Maybe this new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor has a unique teaching method?" Silver patted his hand on the Theory of Magical Defence. "Let's go, it's almost class, you'll know when the time comes."

When Silver and Michael. When Kona and the others walked into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, 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 classroom was already full. There was no vacant spot left, and the sharp-eyed Silver now had an empty spot next to Hermione, and he immediately dumped Michael to sit next to Hermione.

Michael had no choice but to sit in the front row with the Gryffindor boys.

"Good afternoon, students!" Professor Umbridge said.

Several students muttered "good afternoon" in response.

Professor Umbridge said, "That's not going to work. Isn't it? I hope you are a little more energetic, and again, good afternoon, students! ”

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge." The students replied in unison.

"That's right," Professor Umbridge said in a snarling voice, "it's not too difficult. Isn't it? Put away your wand and take out your quill pen. ”

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

Silver kicked the Pettier sisters' chair in front of him and whispered, "Whatever Umbridge says for a while, don't object." Sister Pettier nodded, though she didn't know what Silver meant.

"Of course, Hermione, don't talk for a while." Silver secretly squeezed Hermione's small hand. They sat in the last row. There are no small movements between the students present.

Hermione's face flushed slightly, but she didn't break away from Silver's hand.

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, the teaching of your course has always been intermittent and unsystematic. Isn't it? ”

Professor Umbridge turned to face the class, crossed his fingers with his hands squarely on his chest, and said, "Teachers keep changing." Many of them do not seem to be taught in accordance with the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic, which unfortunately leaves you far from where you should be in the oLs year.

"But you will be pleased 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 basic principles of the Magic Defense Technique.

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 quill writing on parchment, and after two or three minutes, when each student had transcribed Professor Umbridge's three lesson objectives, she asked, "Does every student have a copy of Wilbert Slinka'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 or no, professor.'" Again, does every student have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's The Theory of Magical Defence? ”

"Yes, Professor Umbridge." The class replied aloud.

"Very well," said Professor Umbridge, "I want you to turn to the fifth page of the book and read the first chapter, the basic principles, and not turn your ears to each other." ”

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.

Hermione's mouth opened wide in surprise, and she closed the book in displeasure, ready to raise her hand.

Silver stopped her. "Do as she says, Hermione. There's no need to worry about her, she represents the will of the Ministry of Magic. ”

Hermione looked at him puzzled.

"I mean, I hate her too, but there's no need to be like her at this time, just wait, someone will come forward."

"Professor Umbridge, I don't quite understand the use of Defence Against the Dark Arts just looking at these theories." One student stood up.

"Oh, really?"