After Snape's devastation in Potions class, Darren was glad that the first class of the afternoon was a divination class, because he didn't report it, so that he could have a little more time studying Moody's notebook when Harry and Ron went to class, and he could also bring Hermione with her, and she would not attend the divination class.

Darren was very glad for this, because he found that Hermione was more suitable than him when it came to deciphering notebooks, and the nickname "jack-of-all-trades" was not just a casual name, and the combination of amazing memory and intelligent brain could not be matched by any search function.

Seeing that Hermione had done the workload of his two classes in a short time, Darren decided that this job would be handed over to her, but how to convince the other party to spend his precious study time on this "crooked way"?

When it was time for Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Darren walked into the classroom with Hermione and found Umbridge sitting behind the podium, still dressed the night before, as if she had only this one dress......

Unfortunately, not everyone is aware of this, especially the bear child, who is committed to his death, and has a "friendly" discussion with Umbridge about the content of the lesson.

In other words, in fact, Darren feels that this is a bit of a problem, how to teach at Hogwarts is the power of the teacher, and each professor can choose the most appropriate method to teach, and he has fully understood it before......

However, with the other party's position already determined, the discussion inevitably evolves into conflict, "Who do you imagine would attack a kid like you?" Professor Umbridge asked in a terrifyingly affectionate voice.

"Hmm, let me think about it??" Harry pretended to be thoughtful, then said, "Perhaps, Voldemort?" ”

The name caused the classroom to exclaim, and Darren saw Ron gasp while Lavender. Brown let out a low scream, and Neville stooped off the bench, but Umbridge didn't look scared, and sure enough, she was now sure she had a will of steel.

"Gryffindor deducts ten points, Mr. Potter," Umbridge stared at Harry with a vicious, satisfied look on her face, "Alright, let me figure out a few things," she stood up, leaning forward, her two short fingers pressed against the podium.

"You were told that a certain dark wizard had come back from the dead......"

"He's not dead," Harry, apparently already dazed by this time, "but yes, he's back!" ”

"Mr. Potter, you've already cost your house ten points, don't make things worse," Bird Ridge said in one breath, not looking at Harry, "As I said, it's nonsense that someone has told you that a certain dark wizard is out again. ”

"This is not nonsense! I saw him, I fought with him! ”

"Confinement, Mr. Potter!" Seemingly pleased with the result, Umbridge triumphantly said, "Tomorrow evening, at five o'clock in my office, I repeat, this is nonsense." ”

"The Ministry of Magic guarantees that you will not encounter any danger from any dark wizard, if you still have doubts, please be sure to come to me after class, if anyone scares you with the nonsense of the dark wizard coming back from the dead, I am happy to hear it, I am always ready to help you, I am your friend, okay, please continue reading page 5, 'Primer Basics'." Umbridge sat down behind the podium, but Harry stood up.

"Harry, don't!" Hermione whispered a warning and tugged at his sleeve, but Harry flicked his arm and dodged it.

"Voldemort has obviously returned, can you deny this and make him disappear? He has killed so many people, and many more will be killed in the future! Harry asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Hearing Voldemort's name again, the students in the classroom gasped again, and Umbridge's face was expressionless, and then, in the gentlest and most snorting little girl's voice, she said, "Come here, Mr. Potter, my dear." ”

Harry kicked his chair aside and walked to the podium, Umbridge pulled a roll of pink parchment from her handbag, dipped her quill in an inkwell, and began to write, and after a minute or so, she rolled up the parchment and tapped it with her wand.

"Bring this, my dear, to Professor McGonagall," Umbridge said as he handed the parchment to Harry, who took the parchment without saying a word, and left the classroom without looking back, slamming the door behind him.

"Alright, then," Umbridge chuckled, "please continue on page five, 'Getting Started Fundamentals'......"

That night, in the Gryffindor's common room, "confinement," Harry said dejectedly, "not tomorrow, it's every night of the week." ”

"What, that woman can't do this!" Hermione said in surprise.

"Professor McGonagall said that she was the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher and had the power to confin, every professor could," Harry muttered.

"How could Dumbledore let this happen?" Hermione suddenly yelled, she banged on the arm of her chair angrily, "How could he let that horrible woman teach us?. This year of LS exams! ”

In response to this question, Darren felt that in his first year at Hogwarts, Professor Quirrell treated Defence Against the Dark Arts class like a lump of soaring, and Dumbledore didn't care; The following year, Lockhart turned the Defence Against the Dark Arts class into a personal legend reading class, and Dumbledore ignored it; In the third year, Lupin was forced to resign because he was a werewolf, and Dumbledore didn't care; In the fourth year, Moody left because he was busy with the Order of the Phoenix, but Dumbledore still didn't care; How does Umbridge go to class, it seems that Dumbledore can't control it......

However, there is also a benefit to this matter, at least for Darren, that is, Hermione also gave up the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, and after a lot of hard work, she finally agreed to help decipher Moody's notebook, and she was actually quite curious about the contents of it.

But that's it, there wasn't enough time for Darren, Twilight had already arrived at Hogwarts, hoping that she had learned enough from Kreacher, and besides, needed a venue that was very large, very secretive, and safe enough, and the Room of Requirement could meet most of the conditions, but probably not for too long.

He scratched his head and pondered how to solve this problem, could he not find a suitable place?