I'm sorry?

Umbridge looked at Harry in amazement.

The brain is down, and some don't react.

Her first reaction was surprise and incredulity.

Potter actually apologized to himself? Did he realize his mistake?

It wasn't until the self-righteous thought faded from her mind that she noticed the second half of the sentence - "It's not your Defence Against the Dark Arts class now", and it was in the past.

This is

Harry didn't give her a chance to ponder, he raised his wand and waved it lightly.

The Levitation Charm carried her ostentatious pink coat, and with a finger of her wand, a parabola was drawn, and she was thrown out with a thud.

Followed by.

With a bang, the classroom door slammed shut.

Umbridge stared incredulously at the wall in front of him that was only a fist away from him, and took a deep breath, he was treated worse than Scrimgeour - just last week, Scrimgeour was kicked out, but he was just pushed out, and he was thrown out!

As a dignified Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, he was thrown out of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom by his students!

She blushed and clenched her fists.

Disgrace!

Shame!

How can you be treated like this?

This shouldn't be what happened to you.

She held up the ground, rolled over, struggled to get up, walked back, thumped, and slammed the door open, "Potter, you're like this."

There are many obstacles!

Before she could see the inside of the classroom, Harry threw a spell at her, knocking her over.

Lock throat deadbolt!

Before she could utter the second sentence, another spell was cast to silence her.

Transfiguration!

Filch's worst hate, the twisted tiles in the hallway - he would rather clean up an entire bathroom contaminated with stinking and fireworks for the Weasley brothers than face the hallway that had been altered by the Transfiguration Charm, even if it was just a first-year level Transfiguration Charm and change the color of the hallway.

He's a Squib, and he doesn't know any magic.

Four palms reached out, grabbed Umbridge's limbs, and lifted her to the ceiling.

in the classroom.

A Hufflepuff looked at Harry in surprise: "Potter, she's a professor."

"She's not." Harry shook his head and responded, "Is there any Defence Against the Dark Arts professor who would tell us to put away our wands?" ”

"Figure out what kind of class this is."

"Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Do you have to recite a lot of texts to a dark wizard when you face him in the future?"

Hermione opened her mouth and helped add: "And we are in the fifth grade this year, and the end of this semester is the owls exam, although we have been lucky in the past few years, Professor Lupin in the third year, then Professor Moody, Professor Black, but if in the last half year, suddenly a professor who only lets you read books, can you still get good grades in the owls exam?" ”

Ron joked, "That's just going to be an owl." ”

No one echoed him and laughed.

Only he smiled awkwardly and buried his head in it.

The little badger opened its mouth and said nothing.

"But now Professor Black." Another Hufflepuff spoke, having read this morning's newspaper, and the Ministry of Magic had announced that all suspected Death Eaters were being investigated, including Sirius Black.

Harry waved his hand, "Don't worry. ”

"Ron, you go."

Ron was stunned by the sudden name, a little unresponsive, he looked at Harry blankly, his eyes were confused, he hesitantly raised his hand, and pointed to himself: "Me? ”

Harry nodded, "You're the prefect of Gryffindor." ”

"But." Ron stood up, stammering, his eyes rolling over Harry and Hermione.

Both of them have more to do than themselves.

Harry didn't say much.

In the dueling class, Hermione fought against herself, and she also won more and lost less.

"You've seen Sirius's lesson plan, too." Harry encouraged him, "Just follow that." ”

Ron nodded, "Oh, okay. ”

Both Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw looked at Ron with a scrutinizing gaze - not entirely unconvinced, but very skeptical, Ron's presence at Hogwarts had always been high, but his most prominent status was that of a friend of Harry Potter, so that his third oldest result was very mediocre.

At the beginning of fifth grade.

Many people have questioned why Ron is a prefect and not Harry? Is it because the Weasleys have a custom of becoming Hogwarts prefects?

He stepped up to the podium, took a deep breath, and stammered.

The podium was a little unfamiliar to him.

Being the one to teach others in full view of everyone felt like Ron was even stranger to Ron.

He had never had such a home experience, and he was the center of everyone's attention, although he used to sit at the long Gryffindor table and tell the young wizards about Harry's magical experience, but he also knew that the focus was not on himself but on Harry.

But he's no stranger to Defence Against the Dark Arts, and he's read Sirius's lesson plans, though only a fraction of them.

From the stumbling at the beginning, to the later proficiency.

Ron wasn't good at lecturing, not as meticulous as Lupin and not as passionate as Sirius, but it was a normal class, much better than Quirrell and Lockhart.

The bell rings for the end of class.

The badgers clapped and cheered, making Ron's face blush.

They pushed the door open and walked out.

The huge pink toad hung on the wall, startling them, but they soon ignored it and left with a smile.

Harry didn't undo the spell for her.

Filch came over and looked at her sadly, but. No matter how worried he was, he couldn't use his magic, so he had to go to other professors.

Dumbledore wasn't there.

Snape wasn't there, either.

Professor Sprout used the excuse of confining the students, Professor Flitwick was not feeling well, only Professor McGonagall agreed, but she had to deal with the brawls between the students first, Slytherin had been in trouble recently, the prefects were fighting with the students every day, Snape didn't want to mind the affairs of his own house, and the burden of all this fell on him, the vice dean.

Defence Against the Dark Arts class ends at half-past four.

When Professor McGonagall arrived, it was eight o'clock in the evening, almost nine o'clock in the evening.

She waved her wand and restored the wall, and with a thud, Umbridge fell to the ground and screamed.

"I'm sorry, Professor Umbridge, there's something going on at Slytherin House, so I'm not here until now." McGonagall looked at her calmly and sincerely apologized.

Umbridge bared his teeth and grinned: "Gryffindor deducts two hundred points!" ”

"Potter is too much, how dare he."

McGonagall nodded, "Potter is excessive, but he's always had the guts, and as far as I know, all Defence Against the Dark Arts professors before you have been beaten up by Mr. Potter." ”

Umbridge was stunned.

"It's almost becoming a school tradition." Professor McGonagall was calm, "From first year to fifth year, even Snape, who was temporarily substitute-taught, was not spared. ”

Umbridge took a deep breath, "How can Hogwarts tolerate such a student!" ”

"Punish him severely, Professor McGonagall"

"Of course, I've been doing that." McGonagall interrupted her, "Mr. Potter has been locked up by me. ”

"It seems that there are some problems with your educational results, all in the fifth grade, and he is still like this." Umbridge's voice became sweet again, "I think you should give him to me and let me educate him."

McGonagall was expressionless: "Of course, you have the right, you are a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor appointed by the Ministry of Magic, and you are entitled to confinement for any student. ”

"Whoever that person is."

"But, dear Professor Umbridge, if you want to lock up someone, don't tell me, but the student who is being locked up, unless you want to lock me up."

"I have to warn you."

"At Hogwarts, professorships don't have the power to confinement professors."

Umbridge could barely breathe.

Do you want to let yourself tell Harry Potter that you want to lock him up?

That lawless character, I'm afraid that as soon as I say a word to him, I will have to be hung up like today.

She stared at McGonagall.

Why did you tell you this, don't you really understand?

McGonagall greeted slowly, "I'll leave first, there is still some work to be done." She was in a hurry, and didn't give Umbridge any chance to keep herself.

Gryffindor Tower.

The snow stopped today, but the cold wind was still blowing.

Many young couples who want to go on a date give it up and retreat into the common room, or go to the castle to find some abandoned classroom.

People who shouldn't be there are people here.

Cedric, an excellent seven-year student of Hufflepuff.

"Harry." He stood at the door of the Gryffindor common room and greeted Harry cheerfully when he saw him come out.

"Why are you here?" Harry asked him.

Cedric smiled: "Thank you, we have all taken Professor Umbridge's class, it is so boring, and I have to say, it is really useless, fortunately you have made a good lesson for the fifth year." ”

"Then you have to thank Ron." Harry shook his head.

Cedric nodded, "Of course, I'll thank Weasley individually a little, but now there's something I'd like to ask for your opinion." ”

Harry looked at him calmly.

"I don't really want to speak ill of the professor behind my back." Cedric said worriedly, "But Professor Umbridge cares too much about the rules of the Ministry of Magic and neglects our studies, which is not good, and the professors in the past will teach more or less things, but she has nothing." ”

"We're going to have a NEWTS exam this year."

"But if we continue like this, I'm afraid we'll all have to become salamanders."

"So Harry, I know you're very good and good at Defence Against the Dark Arts, could you please make up for us? Hufflepuff, and. Ravenclaw. ”

Speaking of which, he looked at Harry slightly nervously.

Harry pouted, "The style of your jokes is the same as Ron's, you should be very topical." ”

"As for make-up classes, of course that's fine."

(End of chapter)