"You mean, there's something wrong with the curriculum objectives set by the Ministry of Magic?" Umbridge said, revealing small, sharp teeth in his mouth, "I'm afraid that's not something you should question." ”

"Of course, I know you, Harry, the boy who never died. Potter, but if you think that you have some fame and can question the Ministry's decision, you are very wrong. Umbridge chuckled.

"What does it have to do with whether I am famous or not!" Harry said angrily, "Can't the students point out some omissions in the Ministry of Magic?" The overall goal of Defence Against the Dark Arts should certainly be to practice defensive spells, shouldn't it? ”

"It's a shame that the Hogwarts professors didn't even teach you proper classroom etiquette, Mr. Potter." Umbridge no longer spoke in that sweet tone, "As for Defence Against the Dark Arts, hehe, Potter, do you think you're worthy of the specially trained education experts of the Ministry of Magic?" ”

"No, but so what?"

"Mr. Potter, you'd better change your provocative tone, I understand the idea of a young man with a little fame like you to be in the limelight, but that's not a reason for you to provoke the professor and the authority of the Ministry of Magic."

Umbridge pointed his wand at the blackboard, and the word authority appeared on the board.

"Potter, I don't think you're in a position to judge what the 'overall goal' of any class 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—"

"Raise your hand and answer, Potter, if I don't remind you, are you going to continue to break classroom discipline like this?"

Harry quickly raised his hand in the air, but Umbridge immediately turned his face to look elsewhere, but now another Gryffindor raised his hand.

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

"Dean. Thomas. ”

"Say it. Mr. Thomas. ”

"Well, like Harry said, isn't it?" "If we're attacked, it's impossible to be risk-free," Dean said. ”

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

"No, it won't. But—"

Professor Umbridge's voice drowned out Dean's. "I don't want to criticize some of the ways this school is run." She said, with a fake smile on her face, grinning the wide mouth even wider.

"But you've been in contact with a few very irresponsible wizards over the years. It's really irresponsible—not to mention," she let out a shrill laugh, "and the particularly dangerous half-man, half-beast." ”

"If you're referring to Professor Lupin." Dean said angrily, "He's the best teacher we've ever had—"

"Hands up, Mr. Thomas! As I said earlier - the magic they introduce you to is complex, not suitable for your age, and has great potential dangers. You're so frightened that you think you're going to be attacked by the dark magic in three days—"

"No, we don't." Ron said, "We're just—"

"You didn't raise your hand! I noticed you're even a prefect, that's not what you're supposed to do! You name it! ”

"Ron. Weasley. Ron held up his hand, and Professor Umbridge turned his face away.

"I think. My predecessor not only cast illegal spells in front of you, but also on you. ”

"But then I found out that he was an impostor, wasn't he?" Dean said huffingly. "Honestly, we're still learning a lot."

"You didn't raise your hand, Mr. Thomas!" Professor Umbridge said in a trembling voice. "Well, the Ministry of Magic thinks that theoretical knowledge can help you pass the guò exam more effectively, and after all, the purpose of the school is to make students pass the guò exam."

"What's your name?" Umbridge asked as she glared at Lavender, who had just raised his hand.

"Lavender. Brown, isn't there a bit of practicality in our Defence Against the Dark Arts exams? Shouldn't we show that we do spell-breaking and other magic? ”

"As long as you have a very solid grasp of the theory, there is no reason why you will not cast a spell under the conditions of a strictly controlled examination." Professor Umbridge said contemptuously.

"Don't you need to practice beforehand?" Lavender asked incredulously, "Are you telling us that the first time we cast those spells was during the exam?" ”

"I repeat, as long as you learn the theory very solidly-"

"What is the use of theory in the real world?" Harry raised his fist in the air and asked aloud.

Professor Umbridge looked up.

"This is the school, Mr. Potter, not the real world." She whispered.

"Then we don't need to be ready to meet the qiē waiting outside?"

"There's nothing waiting outside, Mr. Potter."

"Oh, really?" Harry said. His anger was churning in his heart, and as he approached the tipping point, he seemed to hear another python roaring angrily.

"Who do you imagine would attack a kid like you?" Professor Umbridge asked in a terrifyingly affectionate voice.

"Well, let me think about it." Harry said in a pretended thoughtful tone, "Maybe Mr. Voldemort, who kidnapped me last year, would be happy to do this." ”

Ron gasped, Lavender Brown let out a low scream, and Neville stooped off the bench, but Professor Umbridge didn't look scared. She just stared at Harry with a vicious, satisfied look on her face.

"Gryffindor deducts ten points, Mr. Potter."

There was silence and silence in the classroom. Everyone is either staring at Umbridge or staring at Harry.

"Alright, let me figure out a few things."

Professor Umbridge stood up, leaning forward, his palms pressed against the podium with his two short fingers.

"Someone told you that a certain dark wizard had come back from the dead—"

"He's not dead," Harry said angrily, "but yes, he's back!" ”

"Mr. Potter, you've already made your house lose ten points, don't make things worse," Professor Bird Ridge said in one breath, not looking at Harry, "As I said, someone told you that some dark wizard came back from the dead, but so what?" This is something that the Auror office should consider, not something that a child who has not even passed the O.W.L.S. exam should be worried about. ”

"We are in danger right now, and we should have the means to protect ourselves"

"Confinement, Mr. Potter!" Professor Umbridge triumphantly said, "Tomorrow evening." Five o'clock. in my office. I repeat, even if you are allowed to practice all kinds of defensive techniques, it is impossible to fight against dark wizards, and the Ministry of Magic will ensure that you will not encounter danger from any dark wizards. If you still have doubts, please come to me after class, I am your friend. Alright, please continue on page 5, 'Getting Started Fundamentals'. ”

Professor Umbridge sat down behind her podium. Harry was still standing.

Harry turned to Silver, "Aren't you going to say something?" Silver! You were there too. ”

Silver blinked, and all eyes in the classroom were on him, "Well, I actually think what Professor Umbridge said makes a lot of sense, the theoretical basis is very important, we are wizards, not barbarians who only use magic. ”

"Very good." Umbridge applauded, and she regained that sweet voice, "Your name, this classmate." ”

"Jack. Silver, from Ravenclaw College. ”

"Very good, I'll give Ravenclaw twenty points." (To be continued......)