"But, Professor, the overall goal of Defence Against the Dark Arts should certainly be to practice defensive spells. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Hermione interrupted her.

"Please don't interrupt when I speak in the future. And, since you talk about the overall goal of Defence Against the Dark Arts, are you a specially trained education specialist for the Ministry of Magic, Miss Granger?" Professor Umbridge asked in her sweet, fake voice.

"No, but ......"

"Well, then I don't think you're qualified to judge what the overall goal of any one class is. Our latest study plan was designed by wizards who are much older and smarter than you, and I didn't have any doubts when I conducted it in my morning class. I can say unequivocally that you will learn defensive spells in a safe and risk-free way......"

"What's the use of that?" Harry asked loudly, interrupting Umbridge again, and the thought of Evan having compromised with Umbridge in the morning made him even angrier, "If we're attacked, it won't be a ......."

"Quiet!" said Umbridge, in a singing voice, "I said don't interrupt me, Mr. Potter, and raise your hand to speak. ”

Harry quickly raised his hand in the air, and Umbridge repeated the same trick.

She immediately turned her 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 say it again!" Professor Umbridge said, taking a deep breath and smiling at Dean in that particularly irritating way, "Do you think you're going to be attacked in my class?"

"No, but—"

"Enough, I have to say that your class is the most problematic of all grades, and apart from personal factors, the basis of these problems lies in the school itself, and to be honest, I really don't want to criticize some of the ways in which this school is run. Professor Umbridge's voice overshadowed Dean's, a fake smile on her face, grinning her wide mouth even wider, and letting out a shrill mocker, "But you've been in contact with a few very irresponsible wizards in this class, and it's really irresponsible, not to mention, especially dangerous half-humans, half-beasts. ”

"If you're referring to Professor Lupin," Dean said angrily, "he's the best teacher we've ever met, and the Hogwarts Wizardry and Wizardry newspaper he runs with Aven is my favorite newspaper. ”

"Raise your hand, Mr. Thomas, I'll talk to Mr. Mason about that paper, and let him choose carefully about his staff and what he should publish. As for this course, as I said earlier, the magic they introduce you to is complex, not suitable for your age, and has great potential for harm. Look at it, you are all so frightened and insane that you think that you will be attacked by black magic in three days......"

"No, we don't," Hermione said angrily, and Harry beside him couldn't do it, "we're just ......."

"Don't interrupt me, Miss Granger, and besides, you didn't raise your hand!"

Hermione raised her hand, Harry raised it high, and Professor Umbridge turned his face away.

"Aside from that dangerous half-man, half-beast and a fugitive from Azkaban, I think that my predecessor, that madman, not only cast illegal spells in front of you, but also on you. ”

"Professor Moody is the best, we've learned a lot from him!" Harry exclaimed angrily, "Also, Sirius wasn't a prison escapee, you wronged him fifteen years ago......"

"You didn't raise your hand, Mr. Potter!" Professor Umbridge said in a trembling voice, the smile on his face fading, "I don't want to be here arguing with you about the crazy things my predecessor has done, that's not what we're supposed to be talking about in this class, and besides, your understanding is pretty one-sided. Well, the Ministry of Magic believes that theoretical knowledge will be more effective in helping you pass exams, and at the end of the day, getting students to pass exams is what schools are all about. What's your name?"

She stopped and asked as she glared at Parvati, who had just raised her hand.

"Parvati Petyer, Professor, isn't there anything practical about our Defence Against the Dark Arts exams, should we show that we do spell-breaking and other magic?"

"Hmph, as long as you have a very solid grasp of the theory, there is no reason why you should not cast spells under the conditions of tightly controlled examinations. Professor Umbridge said contemptuously, "If you can't, it's obviously your own reasons." ”

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

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

"What's the use of theory in the real world?" Harry asked again, fist raised in the air.

His voice was so loud that he roared out with almost all his might.

Professor Umbridge raised his gaze and said word for word, "This is the school, Mr. Potter, not the real world." ”

"So don't we need to be ready for whatever awaits outside?"

"There's nothing waiting outside, Mr. Potter, your mind is dangerous. ”

"Oh, is it?" said Harry.

His anger had been secretly churning in his heart all day, and he was about to reach the breaking point.

No, just when he made up his mind to question Umbridge, it had already exploded.

"Wake up, Mr. Potter, who would attack a child like you?" Professor Umbridge asked in a terrifyingly affectionate voice, without a smile on his face.

"Well, let me think about it......" Harry said in a pretended thoughtful tone, "maybe, Voldemort?!"

"Shhh

Umbridge, however, did not appear to be afraid, as if he had just heard a common name.

She didn't seem to be as afraid of the name as everyone else, afraid of Voldemort.

She just stared at Harry with a vicious, satisfied look on her face.

"Gryffindor deducts ten, Mr. Potter. ”

There was silence and silence in the classroom, and everyone was either staring at Umbridge or Harry.

Harry was furious, Hermione hurriedly stopped him, not letting him just pounce, she suddenly understood the meaning of what Evan said when he left at noon, why she wanted to watch Harry and not conflict with Umbridge, she regretted a little why she didn't do what Evan said.

Harry was now almost exactly like Sirius before, a powder keg that exploded at the slightest touch......