"Umbridge locked up Harry's confinement." Hermione said solemnly.

"Ah, I heard about it." Ning An burped a little and took another sip of pumpkin juice, "It's because of Harry's conflict with her in class, I've heard that it's quite serious, and even Durmstrand's students have heard about it." ”

"He only said that he was punished for writing sentences."

Hermione looked worried, listlessly looking at the boiled beans and roasted sausages on the plate in front of her, "but his demeanor ...... It really doesn't look like ...... You don't know, it's scary...... Ning An, I hope you can help him......"

"I understand, dear." Ning An gently patted Hermione's shoulder, and he seemed to see students at other tables peeking in.

"But maybe it would have been more effective for Harry to find Dumbledore, wouldn't it? Choosing between Dumbledore and me, I think Harry would have chosen to trust Dumbledore as well - you know our relationship is a bit ......"

"Alas......" Hermione supported her forehead with her hand, sighed worriedly, leaned her head slightly towards Ning An's side, and the shoulders of the two people touched lightly, if it was in Durmstrang during the summer vacation, maybe they would be more intimate, but in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, Hermione could only restrain her desire to be embraced by Ning An.

Malfoy sat stiffly on the side the whole time, his relationship with Hermione was not good, and even had some contradictions, so he just looked down and ate the breakfast in front of him, without saying much or asking much, until Daphne came down from the upper floor, he said hello.

"Good morning—"

Daphne's gaze swept over Hermione, and soon left, she walked to the small empty seat between Malfoy and Ning'an, stepped over the bench, and sat down, Malfoy immediately moved to the side, although he couldn't sit next to Ning'an, he vaguely felt relieved, as if he had left the center of the vortex.

"How did you sleep last night? Ning'an? Daphne asked cheerfully, looking in a good mood, as she swiped over a large plate in front of her with potato chips, rice pudding, and a large beef sandwich, and a small cup of coffee.

"Not bad, what about you?" Ning An replied naturally, not realizing that Hermione, who was beside her, suddenly fell silent.

"Oops, I didn't expect the classes here to be so bad after only two years of not being back at Hogwarts—" Her tone suddenly became scathing, and she plucked the sandwich on her plate with her fork, poked her head out, and said to Hermione beside him over Ning'an:

"You said yes, Miss Granger? I remember your Defence Against the Dark Arts professor last semester, didn't it suck, Dolores? Umbridge? Oh my god, her Defence Against the Dark Arts has been a disaster—"

"Umbridge's teaching content and goals are only influenced by her status as an investigator at the Ministry of Magic, and what she's here to do, I think anyone with a discerning eye can tell." Hermione picked up her small cup of English tea, took a sip, and said without showing weakness:

"Why don't you give a slight comment on Professor Flitwick's Charms class, Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, or even—Professor Snape's Potions class?"

"Aha, that's—it's kind of funny." Daphne skimmed over the topic, as if she was no longer interested, and instead turned her attention to the chips and pudding on her plate.

Hermione glared at her with some annoyance, but Daphne had already begun to quickly eliminate the potato chips on the plate, and did not look at her at all, which made the strong witch feel like she was gathering up for a moment, but it was hitting the cotton.

Ning An felt the subtle atmosphere between the two, and although he didn't know why Daphne was always weird with Hermione, he still tried to ease it and said:

"It seems that Professor Umbridge's teaching method is not in everyone's favor, but I am already planning to propose to Dumbledore that another Defence Against the Dark Arts course be offered to Durmstrang students who are unwilling to listen to Umbridge's teachings - of course, on the surface, not on the surface."

Daphne stopped sweeping the potato chips on the plate, she wiped her fingers and the corners of her mouth with a napkin, showing an expression of excitement and surprise, looked at Ning An and shouted happily:

"Really? Great, you don't know how boring the Defence Against the Dark Arts class is right now, but who will teach a new class when it comes to it? ”

Then soon her eyes rolled twice, and when she saw the smile on the corner of Ning An's mouth, she immediately guessed: "Could it be that you want to teach it yourself!?" ”

Ning An nodded, and Daphne, who received an affirmative reply, raised her hands excitedly, "Great, I can finally ask for that old toad in Umbridge." ”

Malfoy didn't speak, just nodded approvingly beside him, Umbridge's class was boring and unacceptable to him.

Hermione frowned, silent, as if thinking something, the spoon in her hand unconsciously tugging at the teacup.

"New Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson......" she muttered to herself, whispering.

"What did you say, dear?" Ning An tilted his head and asked with concern.

"Ah, nothing—" Hermione looked absent-minded, and after a moment she asked Ning An tentatively, "Is it possible that the new course you are talking about will be held in the form of an association, a society, or a club......"

"Huh?" Ning An scratched his head and waited for Hermione's next words, he knew that he was not finished yet.

"I mean, she's a horrible woman." Hermione whispered, "Umbridge, a horrible fellow......"

"In a way, that's true." Ning An nodded.

"No, I mean, she's a terrible teacher, and we can't learn much Defence Against the Dark Arts from her." Hermione said.

Ning An looked at Hermione, and Hermione's gaze also happened to turn to look at Ning An, with a hint of pleading in her eyes

"I'm thinking, like you said, the mystery man has returned, we have to be ready, to deal with everything that is going to wait for us outside, I mean, danger is always around, isn't it, we have to make sure we can really protect ourselves, if we can't learn anything for a whole year-"

"But I'll protect you." Ning An looked at Hermione and said softly, "And this is not a good place to talk about mystery people either. He squeezed his throat so that it sounded like it was only between him and Hermione.

"No, you can't revolve around me every day, Ning'an, we both know you have a lot of things to deal with, and I also need my own ability to protect myself, not just me, Harry, Ron, Neville...... They all need this power, didn't you say that they can all be the power to deal with the mysterious man? ”

"That's right." Ning An guessed what Hermione was trying to say, "So you want Hogwarts students to participate in this possible course as well?" ”

"Yes, we need a teacher, a proper teacher who can teach us how to use mantras and correct us if we don't do it right......"

"It can't be!" Daphne was the closest, but still heard the conversation between the two, she directly interrupted Hermione's words, stared at her and said resolutely:

"That's impossible—Durmstrang students have a reason to make their own course choices, but you're Hogwarts students, so why don't you take the required classes and take classes outside of the school's curriculum?"

She said in a burst of words, her expression more serious and serious than ever, "Besides, it might cause objections from that pesky old woman, who is now the High Inquisitor at Hogwarts - by the way, you read the newspaper." Daphne said, glancing at the Daily Prophet on the table, and continued what she had just said:

"If she knew that the students at Hogwarts didn't like to listen to her class, and ran to listen to Ning'an's new class, it would definitely cause us trouble, maybe even our Durmstrang students would not be able to continue taking that new class, and they would be ......forcibly stopped."

"Alright, alright," Ning An waved his hand, signaling Daphne to be calm for a while, and looked around, there were not many students around, and it seemed that no one heard their conversation, although Daphne was impassioned just now, in fact, her voice was always suppressed and did not shout

"I haven't gotten a word yet, this course hasn't been seen yet, it's a bit premature to discuss whether it will be closed, and if it does, then as long as I don't want to stop, Umbridge can handle it? We don't have to be angry with the British Ministry of Magic, Daphne. ”

Ning An's words made Daphne sit back in her place, took a sip of coffee and said no more, Hermione still looked at Ning An worriedly, as if to say: Consider considering my suggestion.

"This matter ......" Ning An looked at Hermione, at the girl's pleading appearance, and her heart softened, "I can promise you, Jane-"

He whispered, and Daphne beside him frowned

"If I'm not mistaken, Professor Umbridge's middle name is Jane too." She folded her arms and shrugged her shoulders with a slight sneer.

"Daphne-" Ning An scolded in a low voice, Daphne turned her head, she didn't know what she muttered, but she still didn't speak, Hermione's face became red, embarrassed and annoyed, both because Ning An was heard by Daphne when she called herself, and also because of what she had just said, Professor Umbridge......

This made Hermin feel a little sick, thinking of the old witch who spoke sharply and thinly.

"I promised you to bring some people to the class, but obviously it's impossible to get all the Hogwarts students to attend, thirty at most, you can bring up to thirty people, okay?" Ning An continued what he had just said and said to Hermione.

Hermione thought for a moment, and nodded her head in agreement without any hesitation, thirty people was already a lot for her, except for Harry, Ron, and the Gryffindor students she could think of, she might not be able to pull that many people in the other houses combined.

And being able to follow Ning An to learn the defense of the dark arts is definitely a dream, she understands that her lover is a master of the dark arts himself, he is highly powerful, and there are probably not many people in this world who are better at the defense of the dark arts than him.

The weather outside Hogwarts was still gloomy, when breakfast was over, the wind was strong again, and it was raining lightly, and the students hurried to their first class, Ning An and Hermione hugged goodbye in the Great Hall, this scene was seen by many gossip students with a heart, Daphne and Malfoy also said goodbye together, they still had to follow the Hogwarts students to class.

Ning An looked at the large hall that was gradually empty, the transparent dome was constantly falling with rain, hitting the top of his head but not soaking brick by brick, planning for the future.

Teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts was not a big deal in Ning'an's eyes, and it would be great if he could infiltrate Hogwarts while training Durmstrang students, not to mention that Hermione asked for it.

"You're really high-profile, Principal Ning'an." There was a dark voice behind him, and without looking back, Ning An could guess who it was, except for Snape, few people at Hogwarts would talk to him in such a tone.

"It won't be long before the news of you and Miss Perfect will spread throughout the school." Snape stood coldly behind Ning An with his hands behind his back, looking at him expressionlessly.

"It's that you're too old, teacher," Ning An joked with a smile, "I'm a young man, and even though I'm the principal of a school, don't forget, I'm still a young man." ”

"Hmph, love that is too high-profile usually doesn't end well." Snape said disdainfully, his eyes as sharp as a falcon.

"Thanks for the reminder, I'll take note." Ning An still accepted Snape's criticism with a smile.

Snape seemed to be particularly unhappy with Ning An's attitude, he snorted again, was silent for about ten seconds, and turned away without saying a word, Ning An looked at Snape's departing back and smiled.

He guessed that Snape was probably trying to get some information about what he had said at the beginning of the school year, with Harry? News about Potter's mood changes, but his teacher knows his character very well, if Ning An really wants to say something, he will take the opportunity to tell Snape just now, since he didn't speak, Snape won't ask more.

Ning An was a little worried about Harry's situation, but he had a lot of things to do, and he couldn't put all his energy into Harry Potter, since Snape cared, it was better to just leave it to him to keep an eye on, which was why Ning An told Snape the whole thing when he started school.

Outside the transparent dome, the rain seemed to be getting heavier, and the rain curtain continued to cover the gloomy sky, and it seemed that the rain would not stop for a while.

Ning An didn't see Umbridge in the auditorium, he thought that the old witch was probably in the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office on the fourth floor, and there was no academy where the first class in the morning would be Defence Against the Dark Arts, so he walked slowly down the stairs upstairs.