Umbridge was taken aback by Duten's sudden appearance, she certainly knew Duten, and they had met before when they were trying Harry. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info At that time, she didn't know that Duten was a student of Hogwarts, and she hadn't investigated it since, but now she suddenly saw Duten here, and saw Duten's student uniform, she was a little dumbfounded for a while.

I wonder if the person in front of me is the envoy at the time, or just someone who looks like him? Or a half-brother?

No matter what the answer is, "this person" must have something to do with the envoy, Umbridge is a little wary in her heart, she can suppress other students at will, but for this kind of student with a tough background, she doesn't dare to do it if she has the courage to do so.

Umbridge didn't mention what she was thinking, and under her deliberately tender tone, most of the students were disgusted, and only a few students 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! ”

She decided not to think about the student who looked very much like the envoy for the time being, as long as she didn't embarrass him, even if he had a tough future, she couldn't just embarrass herself, right?

"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. ”

Many of the classmates exchanged depressed looks.

The command to "put away the wand" was never a lesson they found interesting. Harry tucked his wand into his bag and pulled out quills, ink, and parchment. Professor Umbridge opened her handbag, pulled out a wand that was surprisingly short, and tapped it on the blackboard, which immediately saw two lines appear: "Defence Against the Dark Arts" and "Back to Basics".

"Students, the teaching of your course has always been intermittent and unsystematic, isn't it?" Professor Umbridge turned to face the class, his hands crossed and placed squarely on his chest.

"Teachers are constantly changing, and many of them don't seem to be teaching in accordance with the standards approved by the Ministry of Magic, which unfortunately leaves you nowhere near where you should be in o.w.ls. However, you will be glad to know that these problems are about to be corrected. This year, we're going to be taking a carefully arranged, 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."

1. Understand the basic principles of Magical Defence.

2. Learn to discern when you can legally use Magic Defence.

3. Evaluate the Magical Defence in the context of practical use.

The only sound in the classroom was the rustle of quills on parchment, and after two or three minutes, when each student had transcribed Professor Umbridge's three lesson objectives, she asked, "Does everyone have a copy of Wilbert Slinker's Theory of Magical Defence?" ”

There was a murmur of affirmation in the class.

"I think we're going to do it all over again," Professor Umbridge said, "and when I ask you a question, I want you to answer 'Yes, Professor Umbridge.'" Or, 'No, Professor Umbridge.' Again: Does every student have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's The Theory of Magical Defence? ”

"Yes, Professor Umbridge." The class replied aloud. Except for Du Teng, who didn't want to be like a fool like everyone else. He didn't bother to speak, and looked at the pretentious Umbridge with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The look made Umbridge very uncomfortable, but she decided to put up with it, she couldn't let her first lesson become unpresentable.

"Very well," said Professor Umbridge, looking away from Duten and looking at the others, "I want you to turn to page five and read 'Chapter One, Fundamentals of Introduction.'" Don't talk to each other when you read. ”

Professor Umbridge left the blackboard and sat down in a chair behind the podium, staring at everyone with his two toad-like eyes with droopy eyelids.

The content was so boring that it was as boring as listening to Professor Binns. A few minutes passed, and the classroom was silent. Harry was almost asleep, bored. Next to him, Ron absentmindedly twirled the quill around his fingers, staring blankly at the same spot on the book. Harry turned his gaze to the right and back, and was startled as he suddenly came out of his numbness. Hermione hadn't even opened her copy of The Theory of Magical Defence. She stared at Professor Umbridge without blinking, one hand raised in the air.

Du Teng looked at Hermione beside him and was a little helpless, in his impression, Hermione never seemed to have failed to do what the teacher asked her to read, or she was able to resist the temptation to open any of the books that appeared in front of her. Duten looked at her inquiringly, but she only shook her head slightly, indicating that she didn't want to answer the question now, and continued to stare at Professor Umbridge, who was looking in the exact opposite direction with the same determination.

After a few more minutes, Harry wasn't the only one staring at Hermione. The chapter they were told to read was so verbose that more and more students were more willing to watch how Hermione was quietly attracting Professor Umbridge's attention than to gnaw on some "basic principles of introductory principles".

Later, more than half of the class was staring at Hermione instead of their textbooks, and Professor Umbridge seemed to think she could no longer turn a blind eye to the situation.

"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.

Professor Umbridge raised an eyebrow.

"What's your name?"

"Hermione Granger." Hermione said.

"Well, 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. ”

There was a brief silence, and many students in the class turned their heads to look at the three lesson objectives still written on the blackboard.

"Using defensive spells?" Professor Umbridge chuckled and repeated, "Gee, I can't imagine a situation in my class that would require you to use defensive spells, Miss Granger. You don't think you're going to be attacked in class, do you? ”

"Can't we use magic?" Ron shouted.

"In my class, students have to raise their hands if they want to speak, and you're-"

"Weasley." Ron said, quickly raising his hand.

Professor Umbridge smiled more kindly, turning his back to Ron. Harry and Hermione immediately raised their hands as well. Professor Umbridge's loose bubble eyes lingered on Harry for a moment, then she said to Hermione, "What, Miss Granger?" Do you have any other questions? ”

"Yes," said Hermione, "the overall goal of Defence Against the Dark Arts should certainly be to practice defensive spells, right?" ”

"Are you a specially trained education specialist for the Ministry of Magic, Miss Granger?" Professor Umbridge asked in her sweet, faux voice.

"No, but—"

"Well, I don't think you're in a position to judge what the 'overall goal' of any one course is. Our latest learning program has been designed by wizards who are much older and smarter than you. You will learn defensive spells in a safe, risk-free way—"

"What's the use of that?" Harry asked aloud, "If we're attacked, it's certainly not going to be—"

"Hands up, Mr. Potter!" Professor Umbridge said in a singing voice.

Harry hurriedly raised his hand in the air. Professor Umbridge repeated the same old trick and immediately turned his face to look elsewhere, but now several other students raised their hands.

"What's your name?" Professor Umbridge asked Dean.

"Dean Thomas."

"Say, Mr. Thomas."

"Well, like Harry said, isn't it?" "If we're attacked, it's impossible to be risk-free," Dean said. ”

"I repeat," Professor Umbridge said, smiling at Dean in that particularly irritating way, "do you think you're going to be attacked in my class?" ”

"No, but—"

Professor Umbridge's voice drowned out Dean's. "I don't want to criticize some of the ways this school is run," she said, with a fake smile on her face and a wide-mouthed grin, "but it's really irresponsible that you've come into contact with a few very irresponsible wizards in this class—not to mention," she let out a shrill laugh, "and the particularly dangerous half-humans, half-beasts." ”

"If you're referring to Professor Lupin," Dean said angrily, "he's the best teacher we've ever met—"

"Hands up, Mr. Thomas! As I said, the magic they introduce you to is complex, not suitable for your age, and potentially harmful. You're so frightened that you think you're going to be attacked by the Dark Arts in three days—"

"No, we don't," Hermione said, "we're just—"

"You didn't raise your hand, Miss Granger!"

Hermione raised her hand, and Professor Umbridge turned his face away.

"I think that my predecessor not only cast illegal spells in front of you, but also on you."

"But then I found out he's a madman, isn't he?" Dean huffed, "Honestly, we've still learned a lot. ”

"You didn't raise your hand, Mr. Thomas!" Professor Umbridge said in a trembling voice, "Well, the Ministry of Magic believes that theoretical knowledge will help you pass exams more effectively, and at the end of the day, it is the purpose of the school to get students to pass exams. What is your name? ”

She asked, glaring at Parvati, who had just raised her hand.

"Parvati Patil, isn't there a little bit of practicality in our Defence Against the Dark Arts exam? Shouldn't we show that we do spell-breaking and other magic? ”

"As long as you have a very solid grasp of the theory, there is no reason why you should not cast spells under tightly controlled examination conditions." Professor Umbridge said contemptuously.

"Don't you need to practice beforehand?" Parvati couldn't believe it, "Are you telling us that the first time we cast those spells was during the exam?" ”

"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.

"So don't we need to be ready for whatever awaits 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 child like you?" Professor Umbridge asked in a terrifyingly affectionate voice.

"Well, let me think about it......" Harry said in a pretended thoughtful tone, "maybe...... Voldemort? ”

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

"Gryffindor deducts ten points, Mr. Potter."

There was silence and silence in the classroom. Everyone is either staring at Umbridge or staring at Harry.

The atmosphere in the classroom instantly froze, and the scene of Harry and Umbridge battling each other was unbelievable. On the one hand, everyone was surprised by Umbridge's "shamelessness", and on the other hand, they were shocked by Harry's boldness.

Seeing a terrifying aura begin to spread through the classroom, Du Teng felt that it was time for him to stand up.

"Ahem......"

He cleared his throat slightly, then slowly stood up.

It's just that at the moment of getting up, he seems to accidentally suddenly open his robe, it was really only for a moment, but it was enough to expose the badge around his waist, and let Umbridge on the other side see it.

Umbridge's expression suddenly became extremely exciting, and his mouth looked like a big toad that had just eaten enough flies.

"Professor Umbridge, please don't be angry, Harry's mood has not been very good lately, we will comfort him well, he didn't mean to contradict you, I don't know the Gryffindor score, can you please return it?"

Although Du Teng smiled, his eyes were a little sharp. The other students couldn't feel it, but Umbridge felt it very clearly, as if someone had put two knives to her neck, and it was a little harder to breathe.

"When, of course no problem......"

Almost subconsciously, Umbridge uttered the words. (To be continued.) )