Chapter 844 The First Head-to-Head Confrontation

There was a brief moment of silence as the room turned to look at the course objectives still written on the blackboard and frowned at them.

"Use a defensive charm?" Professor Umbridge said with a little smile. "Why, I need you to use defensive spells in my class, Mr. Fanlin Elle. You definitely don't want to be attacked in class."

"We're not going to use magic?" Ron yelled.

Professor Umbridge, still smiling, turned her back to him. Harry and Hermione immediately raised their hands. Professor Umbridge's eyes rested on Harry for a moment before she asked. "

"Well, Miss Granger? Do you want to ask any other questions? Different from Mr. Fanlin's questions?"

"Yes," Hermione confirmed. "Are you sure the whole point of defense against the dark arts is to practice defense spells?"

"Are you a Ministry of Magic education specialist, Miss Granger?" Professor Umbridge said in a falsely sweet voice.

"No, but..." Before Hermione could finish her words, Umbridge interrupted her.

"Okay, I'm afraid you are not qualified to confirm what the focus of a Defense Against the Dark Arts subject is. Wizards who are much smarter and older than you have already determined what we need to learn. You will be safe and take no risks. Ways to learn defensive spells..."

"But what's the use?" Harry said loudly. "We're going to be attacked and this won't do anything..."

"Hands, Mr. Potter!" said Professor Umbridge louder.

"Harry..." Fan Lin had a headache. He winked at Harry, but Harry didn't look at him at all. They were too far apart.

Harry thrust his hand hard into the air.

Once again, Professor Umbridge turned away quickly, but now more hands were raised.

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

"Well, Mr. Thomas?"

"So, it's just like Harry said, right?" Dean said. "It wouldn't be dangerous if we were attacked."

"I told you," Professor Umbridge said slowly, giving Dean a deliberately irritating smile, "do you want to be attacked in class?"

"No, but..."

Professor Umbridge interrupted him, "I don't want to criticize something that is happening in this school." She said, an unconvincing smile appeared on her wide mouth, "But you have exposed this class There are some very unreliable wizards, very unreliable... Needless to say," she smiled sinisterly, "especially those of mixed blood."

"If you're talking about Professor Lupin," Dean grew angry, "he's the best we've ever had—"

"Shut up! Mr. Thomas! As I said, when you are told that some complex spells, and age-inappropriate spells can have fatal effects. When you encounter black spells at other times, you will Horrified, I believe my words are right.”

"No," said Hermione, "we just..."

"Your hands are not raised, Miss Granger!" Hermione raised her hands and Professor Umbridge turned away from her. "According to my understanding, my predecessor did not just use illegal spells in front of you. In fact, he cast the spell on you."

"Okay, he turned into a madman, didn't he?" Dean retorted fiercely, "Mind you, our load is still very heavy."

"Your hands are not raised, Mr. Thomas!" Professor Umbridge's voice trembled.

"Now, studying the theory of the Ministry of Magic will be enough to get you through your exams, and after that, it's all about school. What's your name?" she added, looking at Parvati, who had just raised her hand. s student.

"Parvati Patil. But doesn't the wizard's defense against the dark arts test involve some practical experience? Shouldn't we hypothetically demonstrate the defense spells and things we actually do?"

"As long as you study enough theory for long enough, there's no reason why you can't complete a spell under careful, carefully controlled conditions," Umbridge said dismissively.

"Without any prior practice?" Parvati said doubtfully. "Are you telling me that the first time we cast magic was during exams?"

"I repeat, as long as you take enough time to learn enough theory-"

"So good theory is going to enter the real world?" Harry said loudly, holding his hands in the air again. Professor Umbridge looked up.

"This is school, Mr. Potter, not the real world," she said softly.

"So we don't need to prepare for the battle that awaits us?"

"There is no battle waiting for us, Mr. Potter."

"Oh, really?" Harry said, his mood below the surface reaching a boiling point.

"Do you want to attack that child? Or... yourselves?" Professor Umbridge asked in a sweet yet terrifying voice.

"Well, let me think about it," Harry replied in a voice that pretended to be thoughtful, "maybe, Voldemort?"

Ron began to gasp, Lavender Brown let out a small scream, and Neville nearly slipped out of his chair. Seamus, on the other hand, had a look of disdain. As for the rest of the people, they were more shocked. Fan Linhe and Hermione frowned. This is simply Harry's standard behavior. If you have anything to say, just say it, upright Gryffin. many.

But Professor Umbridge didn't flinch. She looked at Harry grimly, a look of satisfaction on her face.

"50 points deducted from Gryffindor." The classroom became quiet. Everyone was looking at Professor Umbridge or Harry.

"Now, let me make something simple." Professor Umbridge stood and leaned towards him, her short, thick fingers spread out on the table. "You told me that a dark wizard was resurrected..."

"He's not dead," Harry said angrily. "And, he's back!" "Mr. Potter, I have to warn you, you have already lost 50 points to your college, so don't... This makes things...worse," Professor Umbridge shouted at him without looking at him.

"You informed us that a dark wizard has become more powerful. This is a lie."

"That's not a lie!" said Harry. "I saw him. I fought him!"

"Confinement, Mr. Potter," Professor Umbridge said proudly. "Tomorrow evening. Five o'clock. My office. As I said, it was a lie. The Ministry guarantees that you will not be in danger from any dark wizard. If you are still worried, an explanation can be given to you an hour after class. If Some people are telling you lies about the rebirth of dark wizards, and I'd love to hear it. I'm your friend. Now, continue reading, page 5, 'Basic Principles for Beginners.'"

Professor Umbridge sat behind her desk. Harry, however, stood up. Everyone looked at him; Seamus was half frightened, half fascinated. (To be continued)