Snape's dislike for Harry was almost obvious, in fact, there were many people present who were much worse than Harry, and Crabbe's potion at this time already emitted a smell of rotten eggs, not to mention Malfoy's so-called potion that was so thick that it no longer looked good.

"Tsk, look at the look on Potter's face, I bet if he were to boil it again, it would be worse than the previous one. Ever since I was in first year, I've grown to love Potions classes, and you know, it's so much fun to watch Harry and Neville be taught a lesson in Professor Snape's class. Walking down the corridor in the basement, Malfoy had a cheerful expression on his face, and even his walking pace was much lighter.

Lillian sneered disdainfully, "Come on, anyway, there is only one school year to spend with your little friend, and cherish it, this time will probably be the most meaningful memory of you at Hogwarts, after all, it is someone you love deeply." ”

Draco's face turned red, he opened his mouth slightly, and closed it again, and at this moment, he suddenly realized with some sadness that in fact, the most poisonous tongue has always been the one next to him.

Augustus chuckled and shook his head, it was clear that the love story that had to be told between Malfoy and Neville Harry had always been a spice in Lillian's mouth. "Well, the next session should be Defense Against the Dark Arts, it looks like this new professor might bring a bureaucratic educational program."

Lilian's crimson eyes revealed a hint of disgust, "For these politicians who have lived behind the mask of hypocrisy for a long time, it is clear that anything can be used as a tool in their hands, starting with education, to instill the ideas of the Ministry of Magic in students, which is really a bright and bright thing. ”

When he walked into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, he 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.

Augustus noticed that Umbridge seemed to know him, and the professor nodded and smiled visibly at him as he entered the room.

"Good afternoon, students!" She said as the class sat down.

A few classmates muttered "good afternoon" in response.

"Tsk, tsk," Professor Umbridge said, "that's not going to work, is it?" I want you to answer something like, "Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge." 'Please do it again. Good afternoon, students! ”

The usual means, starting with greetings, subtly establish their prestige, the corners of Augustus's mouth pulled a trace of arc, with the meaning of watching a play in his eyes.

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge." They replied in unison.

"That's right," Professor Umbridge said in a snarling voice, "it's not too difficult, is it?" Put away your wand and take out your quill pen. ”

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

"This year, we're going to be studying a carefully chosen, 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."

l. 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.

A bunch of nonsense, Augustus rarely showed a trace of impatience, it is because of so many theoretical talents that the Ministry of Magic has been suppressed by Voldemort who has no background in a halfway home, for a whole decades. Of course, this may not be a harbinger of a rectification sent by the Ministry of Magic to Hogwarts.

A faint golden sunlight fell on Augustus through the window, and after a few pages of the new tutorial "The Theory of Magical Defense", Augustus gradually lost interest.

The content was so boring that it was as boring as listening to Professor Binns. At the front of the room, Hermione suddenly raised her hand.

"Honey, do you have any questions about the content of this chapter?" She asked Hermione, who seemed to have just noticed her.

"No, it's not about the content of this chapter." Hermione said.

"Oh, we're reading now," Professor Umbridge said, baring his small, pointed teeth, "and if you have any other questions, we'll talk about it when class is over." ”

"I have a question about your course goals." Hermione said.

"Miss Granger, I think the course objectives are very clearly written, as long as you read them carefully from beginning to end." Professor Umbridge said in an unwavering tone.

"But I don't think so," Hermione said bluntly, "there's not a word on it that mentioning the use of defensive spells. ”

Augustus touched his chin, it seems that the gap between Gryffindor and Slytherin is sometimes so obvious, always on the front line, provocation and collision with authority and shackles, I have to say that Gryffindor's blood and decisiveness are as enviable as ever.

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

"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 said in a pretended thoughtful tone, "Maybe?? Voldemort? ”

Lilian sighed slightly, at this time, is it to show her bravery and fearlessness by saying this name? It's so innocent and naïve.

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

"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—"

Before the words fell, a faint voice suddenly sounded in the classroom, "Well, if the person you are talking about is none other than me." Augustus had a big smile on his face, and a playful smile in his long, narrow eyes.