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

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

"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 roughly, "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 elevate my accommodation. Rowena Ravencalow 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 called a greedy marauder. Rowena Ravenclaw said triumphantly, "Greed is the source of Ravenclaw's strength, and the affairs of the dormitory shall be done for me as soon as possible—I know that the Silver family is good at making all kinds of wonderful knick-knacks, 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 had to do a Defence Against the Dark Arts class with Gryffindor. The Defence Against the Dark Arts class is practiced, and if the people from the two houses take it together, the professor can't 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 Defence Against the Magic Theory in his hand. "Let's go, it's almost class, you'll know when the time comes. ”

When Silver and Michael Turner entered the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, they found Professor Umbridge 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, and there were no more empty seats, and the sharp-eyed Silver noticed that there was still an empty seat next to Hermione. He immediately dumped Michael and sat 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, is it? I want you to be 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, is it?" ”

Many of the students exchanged depressed glances. Following the command to "put away the wand". It's never a class that they find 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, that includes you. Hermione, don't talk for a while. Silver secretly squeezed Hermione's little hand. They sat in the last row, and no students noticed the small movements between them.

Hermione's face flushed slightly. but did not 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 are constantly changing, and many of them don't seem to be teaching according to the standards approved by the Ministry of Magic, which unfortunately leaves you nowhere near where you should be in O.w.Ls.

"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.

All she could hear 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 everyone 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, somebody will step up. ”

"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?" (to be continued......)