"Ah, Mr. Ning'an." Umbridge smiled ugly, like a toad staring at a moth, ready to spit out its long, barbed tongue from its mouth.

"I think you've read the High Investigator's Order from the Ministry of Magic." She walked into the classroom, her pink heels echoing loudly on the marble floor, the black velvet bow on top of her head trembling, and Umbridge clasped her hands together and touched her fingertips repeatedly, as if she was brewing something.

"I saw it, so what are you here to say? Professor Umbridge? Ning An stood behind the podium, the look on his face was a little impatient, he didn't expect Umbridge to really take care of himself, which he didn't expect.

"Tell me something, you know I'm running out of time."

"Ah, Mr. Ning'an—" Umbridge's face tightened, and there was a momentary glow of anger in her eyes the size of a mung bean, she glanced at Ning'an, but quickly moved away again, and said in a soft tone:

"Of course, I'm here because you've violated Education Order 24 which states that organizations, associations, and clubs need to be approved by the High Ombudsman before they can be formed."

"No, no, No, Dolores, you misunderstood." Ning An shook his head and said with some impatience: "I'm not a student at Hogwarts, and this is not a student organization, I think I've made it clear to you, you can't control me anyway." ”

He paused and looked at the students in the audience, who were staring intently at the two of them, Daphne glared at Umbridge in disgust, Hermione's eyes conveyed a deep worry and anxiety, Ning An smiled at her to reassure her, and then continued to say to Umbridge:

"This is a course for Durmstrang students, and I have the authority to do so as Headmaster of Durmstrang when I think they need to take it, and Dumbledore has allowed it."

"Of course, Mr. Ning'an!" Umbridge, struggling to keep her eyes open as if she had never denied this fact, hurried two steps forward, waving her short, stubby arms, and cried out as if speaking:

"That's natural, I never deny it, Mr. Ning'an, Headmaster Ning'an-" Then she turned around incredibly, her bloated body was extremely swift at this moment, she looked at the students sitting on the soft cushions below, turned her eyes to the part of Hogwarts, and said beamingly:

"But, these students!" Her short fingers, pointing at Hermione and the others, glowed with joy, said loudly to Ning An:

"They shouldn't be here, they're Hogwarts students and have violated the orders of the High Hogwarts Inquisitor, so I'm going to take them away now for detailed interrogation and punishment, which is in accordance with Education Order Twenty-Four, so-"

"No, you can't take them away, Professor Umbridge." Ning An still stood still and didn't move, just took out a pitch-black ebony wand from his pocket and laid it flat on the podium, where he could grab it at any time.

"And you can't punish them in any way."

"You, what did you ......?" Umbridge was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't understand Ning An's words, this was different from what she expected, Ning An had no reason to defend so many Hogwarts students, he was not the headmaster of Hogwarts, and Durmstrang's previous headmaster, Karkaroff Umbridge, also knew him, and in her opinion, the headmaster of that wizarding school was mostly a similar person.

"Did you misunderstand...... I mean, I'm not going to make it hard for you to teach Durmstrang students......"

"No, Dolores." Ning An took the wand in his hand and knocked on the podium twice, making two hard/bang/bang sounds, and the expression on his face became very impatient.

"I think you've misunderstood," he said coldly, Hermione looking at Ning An below, and in a trance she felt like she was back in Hogwarts three years ago, when Ning An spoke in such a tone.

"I mean, you'd better disappear from here now, and never be in my club again, and don't embarrass any student who joins this club, whether it's Durmstrang or Hogwarts."

Umbridge put her hand close to her little pink sweater jacket, Hermione guessed that her wand was in her pocket, her hand was trembling slightly, looking at Ning An incredulously, as if she doubted the truth of what was happening in front of her, as if Ning An couldn't say such a thing.

A few minutes later, Umbridge breathed like a toad, took a deep breath, regained his composure, looked at Ning An and asked repeatedly:

"Can this be seen as a blatant provocation of the High Inquisitor and disobedience to the orders of the Ministry of Magic?"

"Funny, when did you represent the British Ministry of Magic, what are you, Dolores?"

The classroom was silent, the air seemed to be pumped clean in an instant, everyone felt a sense of suffocation in their hearts, and their eardrums fluttered and the thumping of blood and heartbeats could be heard.

Umbridge's face became redder and redder, she looked like she was being filled with boiling water, staring at Ning An, the expression on her face was stupid, as if she had been suddenly beaten, she couldn't believe that this kind of thing had happened, she wanted to say something but was stuck in her throat, she couldn't say it, she moved her feet, but she didn't know whether to move forward or backward.

Ning An looked at her coldly, and suddenly turned sideways, this was the first time Ning An moved, startling Umbridge, she staggered back a few steps, as if she had tripped over some vine, and there was a chuckle from the classroom, which made the senior investigator's face even worse, and it became a poisoned purple.

She swept the other students in resentment, but Durmstrang was not afraid of her, and Daphne pinched her nose and grimaced at her, which nearly stunned Umbridge.

"Ning...... Ning'an ......"

"Get out of here." Ning An didn't seem to want to say anything more, he quickly raised his wand, and before Umbridge pumped her wand, a dazzling light lit up the entire classroom, and the student who was dazzled subconsciously raised his arm in front of him and closed his eyes.

The next second, I only heard a loud "bang", the classroom door was closed, Umbridge had disappeared from the classroom, Ning An Ruo didn't happen, turned around, took a breath, and said with a smile:

"It's annoying, isn't it, I sympathize with you—" He said this to the six Hogwarts, but Hermione and the others were not in the mood to listen to the joke at all, Hermione was very worried, she was very worried that Ning An would offend Umbridge because of this, you must know that Hogwarts is now almost the high inquisitor's hand.

Hermione admits that Ning'an's power is strong, but Hogwarts has its own unique set of operating rules, not to mention that the British Ministry of Magic is not yet under Ning'an's control.

Qiu Zhang and Hermione were in the same mind, worried about Ning An, and she wondered what would happen if Ning An was asked to forcibly suspend the exchange program and return to Durmstrang.

She thought she should graduate next year and maybe get a job as a teacher in Durmstrang...... Thinking about it, I thought about it unconsciously.

Luna blinked whimsily, she was the only one of them all with an excited expression, Susan, who was sitting across from her? Bones looked at the mad girl incredulously, wondering what she meant by muttering, "Cool—it's a pity it didn't get into a fight."

Neville and Hannah? Abbott frowned in unison, the two of them looked at each other, and sighed, Neville really wanted to learn something from Ning'an's class, he also wanted to be strong, he believed what Harry and Dumbledore said, the mysterious man had returned, and his Death Eater henchmen.

Thinking of this, Neville clenched his fists, he was definitely going to fight them to the end, so it was very necessary to study in Ning'an's class, he wanted to stay here no matter what.

"Alright, today we're going to learn another spell that's very useful, the Stun Spell - before we do that, I think I'll talk about its solution......"

Ning An continued to explain endlessly, and the students also restrained their minds when they saw Ning An's indifferent appearance, so in the next three hours, they followed Ning An to learn the spell of the unconscious spell in detail, how to use it and solve the spell, and practiced in pairs, the soft cushion came in handy, and it was much better to fall on the mat than on the cold marble.

As the owl clock on the podium cooed, Ning An announced that today's event was over for the time being, and Durmstrang's students slowly rushed towards the door in company, and Daphne and Malfoy came to Ning An as if they wanted to say something.

"Well, it's just a small thing." Ning An waved his hand to stop the two who wanted to speak out, of course he knew that they must be for Umbridge, and Daphne might even suggest that she take action to kill the old witch.

"Unless we want to start a war and a big war with the British Ministry of Magic, Daphne, you'd better not act rashly." Ning An half-jokingly instructed, of course he knew that Daphne was not an impulsive person, and it was really funny enough to go to war for this kind of thing.

As she walked out of the classroom, Hermione worriedly followed Ning'an, who repeatedly assured her that she would never let Umbridge punish them, and that every Hogwarts student who came to class would be fine.

"I'm not worried about this," Hermione said anxiously, "I'm worried about you." ”

When he reached the end of the hallway, Qiu said hello again and again, and only Ning An and Hermione were left here.

"I have nothing to worry about, don't worry, Umbridge can't take care of me, come on, the British Ministry of Magic can't dismiss me from my position as Headmaster Durmstrong."

Hermione looked at Ning An earnestly, as if to get a thorough look at all the pores on his face

"You know I'm not talking about that," she said earnestly, "I mean, what you're going to do with Umbridge." ”

The hallways were silent, the north wind was blowing outside the window, the weather was gloomy again, and the clear days had rarely been seen since October, and Hogwarts had been warned before winter was coming, and it looked like it was about to snow.

Ning An didn't speak, turned his head to look out the window, and laughed dryly, deliberately avoiding Hermione's gaze.

"The Unforgivable Curse...... Is it. Hermione's voice trembled, her vocal cords like tightropes dangling from the ends of a cliff, and she was the tightrope walker.

Ning An didn't deny it, he turned his head back, looked into Hermione's eyes, and said slowly:

"You don't have to, you know...... Umbridge is from the Ministry of Magic...... She would be ordered by the Ministry of Magic...... I just need to say hi to my friends at the Ministry of Magic or something......"

"But you didn't actually plan to do that, did you?"

Hermione was like having cultivated an extraordinary Regent Mind Magic, and if it weren't for her incomparable confidence in her Occlumency Technique, Ning An would have even suspected for a moment that she had been read by Hermione to the truest thoughts in her heart.

"You think that's too much trouble, so you're just thinking, maybe...... Go to Umbridge tonight and ...... Then ......" Hermione's eyes widened and she looked at Ning An, her words were a little choked, and she covered her mouth with her hand, as if she didn't want to speak, but forced herself to continue

And then ...... Give her a ...... Imperius Curse...... Is that ......."

"It's indefinite......" Ning An waved his hand, "Maybe I won't do that......"

But Hermione was staring at him, her eyes didn't blink, Ning An felt for a moment that Hermione's gaze was even more terrifying than the most clever Deception, he didn't want to deceive her, at least he couldn't deceive her for a lifetime, Ning An understood that some sides of himself had to be shown to Hermione, if she really couldn't accept it......

"Well, maybe I'll do that."

Ning An nodded.

The corridor was silent again, the wind squeezed in from the other end, flowing through the steps a few centimeters higher on both sides of the ground, forming a thin frost, the temperature here seemed to be lower than elsewhere, Hermione was still looking at Ning An, unexpectedly not very strongly.

Maybe I already have the answer in my heart.

"You know the unforgivable curse...... Why is it called the Unforgivable? ”

"Trust me, Hermione, I know a lot better about this than you do-" Ning An spread his hands, he didn't expect the two of them to have such a confession at such a moment, but when he thought about it, it seemed to be about the same.

"I'll be able to use those spells in my second year, ah, of course...... Includes the Killing Curse. ”

"So I've been defending you for so many years...... Is it all fake......" Hermione's shoulders were shaking, but not half a tear was falling, it all happened so quickly that her body couldn't keep up, and it seemed that her brain hadn't eased up yet, and she didn't know what was going on.

It wasn't until half a minute later that she began to sob, but it only lasted for a few seconds before Hermione forcibly restrained her, and she looked up at Ning An, her eyes were still a little red.