Chapter 843 Umbridge’s Defense Against the Dark Arts

"Can you read?"

This joke seemed to be very funny. Anyway, Malfoy laughed so hard that Fan Lin and others couldn't help but snort.

"Yes, I will," said Harry, his fingers firmly gripping his wand.

"Read the first line of the material, Potter."

"Add moonstone powder, turn counterclockwise, cook slowly for seven minutes, then add two small spoons of dodder juice."

Harry's heart sank suddenly. He didn't add the dodder juice, but after cooking it for seven minutes, he started adding the ingredients in row 4.

"Did you do everything in line, Potter?"

"No," Harry said calmly. That was the case with Snape. Even every time he said something to him, there was a reason. Even if it wasn't there, he could find it, not to mention that this was Potions that Snape was best at.

"Can you please say it again?"

"No," Harry said, louder. "I didn't add soda juice."

"I know you added it, Potter, which means this potion is completely useless."

With a pop, Harry's list of potions disappeared; he stood stupidly behind the large, empty cauldron.

"You must read the instructions carefully, fill a flask with your potion, write your name on the label and place it on my desk for testing,"

Snape said slowly, "Homework: inches of parchment on the properties of moonstone and its role in potions, due on Thursday."

While everyone was filling the flagon, Harry was cleaning up his stuff and he was pissed. In truth, his potion was no worse than Ron's, who was pouring out some stinking bad eggs, or Neville's, who was finishing up the freshly mixed cement and digging out his big cauldron; however; He, Harry, will get zero points today.

He put his wand in his bag and sat on the chair, looking at everyone and Snape's table filled with flagons. When the bell rang, Harry was the first to rush out of the classroom and start his lunch on time.

The ceiling turned a darker gray than it had in the morning. Raindrops whipped against the windows.

"That's not fair," Hermione said soothingly, sitting to Harry's left and eating her lamb pie. "Your potion was no worse than Goyle's. When he put it into the flagon the whole thing shattered and his gown caught fire."

"Ah, yes," said Harry, glaring hard at his plate, "Snape never treated me fairly."

No one else answered. All of them knew that the animosity between Snape and Harry had begun since Harry's arrival at Hogwarts.

"I thought he might be better off this year," Hermione said disappointedly. "You know what I mean."

She looked around cautiously; there were half a dozen empty seats next to them but no one was passing the table.

"Now he is a member of the Phoenix Order."

"However, this does not change the way they get along," Ron said with rare sanity. "Anyway, I don't think Dumbledore would believe Snape. What proof is there that he no longer works for You-Know-Who?"

"I think Dumbledore has enough evidence, even if he doesn't let you know it, Ron." Fanlin said sternly.

"You're only defending Snape because he taught you."

"Fan Lin is just telling the truth." Hermione said, "Dumbledore must have his reasons for doing this."

"That's enough, you guys."

Hermione and Ron were stunned and looked at each other angrily.

"Can't you guys take a break?" Harry said. "You two always have something to argue about, and it drives me crazy! And you, Fanlin, why are you joining in?"

Then Harry dropped his mutton pie, picked up his bag and left them sitting there. He walked up the marble staircase in two-and-a-half steps, passing many students on their way to lunch.

He was still very angry. The constant quarrels between Ron and Hermione made him very angry. This time, Fan Lin was even involved. Harry felt that he was really unlucky today.

Leave them alone, he thought, why couldn't they just stop. Constant bickering. That's enough to send anyone running into a brick wall.

As he passed a large portrait of Mr. Cadmas, Mr. Cadmas drew his sword and swung it viciously at Harry, who ignored him.

"Come back, you mean dog! Stop and fight me!" Mr. Cadmas shouted in a deep voice from behind the armor, but Harry just walked, when Mr. Cadmas tried to run to a nearby When he followed him in the sub-painting, he was stopped by the inhabitant of this painting - a huge, angry-looking hunting dog.

Harry spent the rest of the time sitting alone under the trapdoor in the north tower. As a result, when the bell rang, he was the first to climb the silver ladder to Professor Trauni's classroom.

After Potions, Divination was Harry's least favorite class, probably because Professor Troney always predicted his death in class. But re-selecting classes would not be possible until soon. Anyway, Harry planned to cross Divination class off his list.

A thin woman, with heavy draperies and scarves, and ornate necklaces, she always reminded Harry of some mean person, and her glasses made her eyes look huge.

She was arranging books on the small table in her room when Harry came in, but the light was so dim that she didn't notice him sitting in the shadows.

It took the whole class 5 minutes to arrive. When the trap door appeared, Ron looked around carefully, and when he saw Harry, he walked straight towards him.

"We've stopped bickering," Ron said carefully, sitting down next to Harry.

"Okay," Harry muttered. "But she said she thought it would be better if you stopped getting mad at us," Ron said. "I don't-"

"I'm just a messenger," Ron said. "But I think she's right. It's not our fault how Seamus and Snape treated you."

"I didn't say it—"

"It's been a good day," Professor Troony said in her usual hazy, sleepy voice, and Harry felt bored and a little ashamed.

"Welcome back to Divination. I have, of course, looked at your futures over the holidays and I am relieved to see you all safely back at Hogwarts, as of course I know you will."

"You will find the book "Dream Prophecy" on the table. The interpretation of dreams will be very important in the future, and it will be required in the ordinary wizard level examination. Of course, the passing and failure of the ordinary wizard level examination will be in the divination class. It doesn’t matter if you have a good eye. Certificates and grades are not that important. Of course, the principal wants you to pass the exam, so..."

Her voice gradually became inaudible, and Professor Trauni did not think the Ordinary Wizarding Level exams were important in her class, so she did not want to mention them.

"Turn the page to the introductory page and see what the dream prophecies mean. Then form a group and interpret the meaning of each other's dreams according to the book. Start now."

The only good thing about this class is that there is nothing to do. When they finished reading the introductory part of the book, they had less than 10 minutes to discuss the meaning of dreams.

Next to Harry and Ron's table, Dean was with Neville, who was telling a nightmare about a giant pair of scissors wearing his grandmother's best hat; Harry and Ron just looked at it gloomily. Look at each other.

"I never remember my dreams," Ron said. "Name one."

"You have to say one," Harry said impatiently. He didn't want to tell anyone about his dreams, he knew very well what the graveyard meant in his dreams all the time, and he didn't need Ron or Professor Trauni or the stupid Dream Prophecies to tell him.

"Well, I dreamed one night that I was playing Quidditch," Ron said, rolling his head to remember. "What do you think this means?"

"You're probably going to get eaten by a hollyhock or something," Harry said, turning the pages of his book with disinterest.

The dreams in "Dream Prophecy" are really boring, and the homework Professor Trauni left for them is even more boring - record the dreams you have had this month.

When the bell rang, Harry and Ron started down the ladder, Ron complaining loudly.

"Do you know how much homework we have? Binns wants us to write a foot and a half about the Giant War, Snape is a foot and a half about the uses of moonstones, and now Trauny wants us to record what we do in the month Dream! Fred and George were quite right when they said it had been a tough year. That Ministry woman had better not leave us any..."

"I advise you not to discuss her here. Ron, have you forgotten what Professor McGonagall did in our first Transfiguration class? This woman is better than Professor McGonagall..." Fan Lin said mid-sentence, then paused. pause.

Think of Umbridge and then, interestingly, Professor McGonagall, "There's no comparison."

"She's just... oh, forget it." Ron said frustratedly, "How about you two, arithmetic?"

"It's much better than Professor Trauni. At least there are traces to follow." Fan Lin said.

If he hadn't been with Hermione, he would have given up on these lessons.

When they entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, they found Professor Umbridge already sitting in the teacher's chair, wearing a fluffy pink Cardigan cardigan and a velvet hat.

Just looking at her really reminds me of some nasty guy.

She was very quiet when she entered the classroom; Professor Umbridge seemed very ignorant but very stern, making people wonder what she was going to do.

"Good afternoon!" she said, when the entire class had arrived and sat down. Some said 'good afternoon' in reply.

"Tsk," said Professor Umbridge. "That doesn't work, does it? I want you to say, please, repeat 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge' one more time. So, good afternoon..."

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," they said together.

"Here, now," said Professor Umbridge sweetly. "See, it's not too hard. Get your wand and get out your quill."

Most of the students exchanged sad glances. The command 'Take the wand' was never heard in any class.

Everyone put their wands back in their bags and took out quills, ink, and parchment.

Professor Umbridge opened her handbag, took out her wand, which was very short, and poked the blackboard with it; some words appeared on the blackboard: Defense Against the Dark Arts Review Principles.

"Okay, now, from what I've learned, your course has always been broken and incomplete, right?" Professor Umbridge said politely. Turn your face towards the classroom. "You often change teachers and have never taken courses approved by the Ministry of Magic. The unfortunate result is that your grades are much lower than those required for the ordinary wizard level examination."

"You will be pleased to know, however, that these issues will now be resolved. This year we will have correct, central, Ministry-approved defensive magic. Please copy these down."

1. Understand the principles of defensive magic, learn to identify which kind of defensive magic should be used in which situations, and learn the defensive magic used in real life.

Three large titles appeared on the blackboard, and for a moment the classroom was filled with the sound of quills writing on parchment.

When everyone had finished copying Professor Umbridge's lesson objective, she asked, "Do you each have a copy of the Principles of Defense Magic book?"

There was a murmur of approval in the classroom.

"I think we should try it again," Professor Umbridge said. "When I ask you a question, I want you to answer 'Yes, Professor Umbridge', or 'No, Professor Umbridge'. So, do you each have a copy of the book 'Principles of Defense Magic'? ?”

"Yes, Professor Umbridge." The voice sounded in the classroom.

"Okay," said Professor Umbridge. "Please turn to page 5 and read 'Chapter, Fundamentals for Beginners.' No noise."

Professor Umbridge stepped away from the blackboard and sat down in her chair. Start paying attention to each of them. Harry turned to page 5 of his Principles of Defense Magic and started reading. It was extremely boring, like listening to Professor Binns lecture. He felt that his concentration had deserted him; soon he began to read the same line non-stop for many minutes. A few quiet minutes passed.

Beside him, Ron unconsciously rolled the quill around his finger, reading the same word over and over again. Harry looked at Hermione and Verina, and suddenly he was no longer bored.

Hermione hadn't even opened her copy of Principles of Defense Magic. She was staring at Professor Umbridge motionless.

Harry couldn't remember a time when Hermione would ignore a teacher's order, or simply open a book that was placed under her nose.

Fan Lin, on the other hand, frowned and flipped through the pages at a very fast speed. Harry noticed that it was the back part of the book.

Harry looked at Fan Lin with questioning eyes, but Fan Lin just shook his head slightly to show that Fan Lin was not thinking about how to answer the question, and then continued to look at Professor Umbridge, who was looking in other directions.

After a few minutes passed, of course, Harry was no longer just looking at Hermione. The chapter they were about to read was so boring that more and more people began to notice some people's strange movements or look into Professor Umbridge's eyes instead of reading.

When almost half of the people were not reading, Professor Umbridge seemed to feel that she could no longer ignore the situation.

"Do you have any questions about this chapter, dear?" Professor Umbridge asked Hermione, as if she was aware of her.

"It's not about the books, no," Hermione said.

"Okay, keep reading," Professor Umbridge said, baring her teeth. "If you have any other questions you can ask me towards the end of class."

"I have a question about your course goals," Fan Lin raised his head and said quickly.

Professor Umbridge raised her eyes.

"Mr. Fanlin Aier? If you are like the lady next to you."

"I mean, regarding your course, Professor Umbridge, I think I owe it to my classmates."

"Oh, of course, you are the new Head Boy, so..." Umbridge paused briefly, "Do you not understand something about the questions in the book?"

"Oh, I don't. It's very detailed." Fan Lin said, "But what I want to ask is, why is there no defensive spell in this book?" (To be continued)