Although Darren was not in the classroom most of the time, through Penelope and Hermione, he could still know what Umbridge had done after receiving the authorization of the "High Inquisitor" from the Ministry of Magic, and that it was a chicken and a dog at Hogwarts. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, "a slap doesn't make a sound", someone needs to cooperate, and on Monday night Penelope told Darren that Harry had put himself in lockdown for another week, because in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Hermione couldn't help but discuss the teaching content with Umbridge, and fortunately, she was only deducted points.

Following Penelope's advice, Darren went back early, and when he entered the Gryffindor common room, he saw Hermione sitting alone in the corner, not reading a book, not doing her homework, and even the duties of the prefect seemed to be left behind.

Darren walked over and quietly stayed with her, and after a long time, "You've already said it, but it's all my fault, otherwise Harry wouldn't have been locked up," Hermione said quietly.

Darren let out a sigh of relief, "You are also good for everyone, the Defence Against the Dark Arts class is indeed very important, especially at this time, proper communication is also necessary, in the past, we used to talk about the learning content with other professors, this is a very normal learning process, it's just that now you have met an abnormal professor, in addition, communication and quarreling are different, you don't have to be responsible for the mistakes of others, although it is very unlucky to be bitten by a mad dog, but knowing that it is a mad dog, and putting your hand together, you are stupid." ”

“…… Do you mean me?"

"Of course not," Darren immediately "corrected" the other party's "mistake", "Umbridge's level of vigilance against you is completely different, otherwise it wouldn't be a point deduction!" he nodded vigorously to emphasize, seeing that Hermione didn't continue to pay attention, he secretly exhaled, it's really not easy to talk to girls, because they are small-minded, plus they have a good memory, the consequences of mistakes must be devastating!

And Hermione was not the only one who was pitted, the next morning at dinner, as soon as he arrived at the table, Harry was blocked by Angelina and yelled, because his confinement affected the training of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, to be honest, with Darren's understanding of Quidditch, he felt that it didn't really matter, and the Seeker had never cooperated with anyone else anyway.

Probably Angelina's voice was too loud, and Darren saw Professor McGonagall leave the faculty desk and walk towards them, very quickly, "Miss Johnson, how dare you shout like this in the auditorium! Gryffindor deducts five points!"

"But the professor ...... He's locked himself up again!"

"What's going on, Potter?" Professor McGonagall turned to Harry, "Confinement?

"Professor Umbridge. Harry lowered his head and whispered.

"Do you mean," Professor McGonagall lowered her voice, which Darren had only just heard as she sat next to her, "and you lost your temper in Professor Umbridge's class after I warned you last Monday?"

"Yes. Harry's head was lower, and his voice was quieter.

"Potter, you've got to control yourself! You're going to be in big trouble! Gryffindor deducts five more points!"

"But...... What, Professor, no!" Harry was visibly confused, his voice widened, "I've already been punished by her, why are you deducting points?"

"Because confinement doesn't seem to be working for you!" Professor McGonagall said, staring at Harry and pursing her lips, "Alright, don't complain a word, Potter!, as for you, Miss Johnson, you must only shout at the Quidditch pitch from now on, or you risk losing your captaincy!"

Then, Professor McGonagall strode back to the faculty desk, and another pond fish glared at Harry angrily, and turned away, leaving the gate to sit next to Ron, angrily, "She deducted Gryffindor's points because the back of my hand was cut open every night!

"I know, buddy," Ron said sympathetically, pouring the bacon onto Harry's plate, "there's something wrong with her." ”

But that didn't completely dispel Harry's resentment, and seeing Hermione reading the Daily Prophet, "You think McGonagall did the right thing, don't you?" he said to the back of the newspaper.

"I hope she didn't deduct points from you, but I think she was right to remind you not to lose your temper with Umbridge. ”

"Don't lose your temper with Umbridge, aha!" Harry let out a weird grin from his nose and turned to Darren to look at him.

Darren put down the bread in his hand, "Harry, let me ask you, is Umbridge the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor?"

"She's not qualified at all!"

"At the opening party, what did Professor Dumbledore say, 'Our new unqualified Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher'?"

Hearing Dumbledore's name, Harry opened his mouth, but he was still unconvinced, "She hadn't been in class at that time!"

"Now that I've been there, I think it's not just you, everyone knows what her Defence Against the Dark Arts class was like, and Professor Dumbledore announced that she would be relieved, or could she not be treated as a professor?"

This time, Harry was completely silent.

"And, I think this second conflict, to be reasonable, is really your hand first, Harry," Hermione put down the newspaper as she heard Darren's words.

Darren continued, "What the hell is wrong with you, Snape used to treat you badly, but you haven't quarreled like this, and to be honest, your temper seems to have grown a lot since the mystery man came back." ”

"I've got a big temper, don't you see what she does to me?"

Darren didn't get an answer, but he immediately changed the subject, "By the way, you said 'the back of your hand is cut every night'?"

"Well," Ron recounted for Harry, "Umbridge asked Harry to copy, but as he wrote, the same wound as the text appeared on the back of his hand, and it got deeper and deeper!"

"Show me your hand," Darren said to Harry, who hesitated for a moment and slowly extended his right hand, the wound on it clearly visible, "I can't lie."

Hermione gasped at the sight of Harry's right hand, and she frowned, "You should tell Professor McGonagall about this." ”

"No, I don't want Umbridge to know that I need help, and besides, Professor McGonagall can't necessarily stop her. ”

"What about Professor Dumbledore?"

"There's so much to think about. ”

"Are you sure?" Darren looked at Harry, who didn't shake his head, "Okay, it's your choice," it's really Gryffindor's true colors, cowardly lion! Since the parties don't plan to make a noise, he naturally doesn't need to toss, anyway, it doesn't hurt him, and my Hermione can't be fine, those white and tender little hands......