Chapter 861: Angry From Shame

In fact, Umbridge is not all a softie. In the next few days, Umbridge seems to have discovered something unusual about Harry. Perhaps the black quill did not have any effect, but surprisingly, Umbridge did not reveal this matter, but on the last day, the enhanced version of the quill still added new scars to the back of Harry's hand.

"Here," Hermione said nervously, and placed a small bottle of yellow liquid in front of Harry, who had just returned to the lounge, "put your hand in it, it can dissolve your wound, it is analgesic The potion Fan Lin just prepared, it should be very effective, put your hand in. "

Harry exposed the wound, put his hand closer to the bottle, and felt the pain subside completely.

Crookshanks coiled around Fan Lin's legs, making a purring sound, then jumped onto Harry's knee and rubbed it gently.

"Thank you!" Harry said gratefully, stroking Crookshanks' ear with his left hand.

"I still think you should plead your case," Ron said in a low voice.

"No, no..." Harry said weakly, "McGonagall will go crazy, if she knows..."

"Well, she might..." Harry was silent for a moment, then lowered his head.

Harry said unclearly, "Umbridge issued an order that anyone who complains will be fired immediately."

Ron opened his mouth but didn't say a word. After a while, he closed it again, showing a helplessness.

"She's a terrible woman!" Hermione said in a small voice.

"It's really bad. You know, when you first came in, I was telling Fan Lin that we should do something about her, but Fan Lin seemed to have something going on. Maybe someone sent him something..."

"It's not important... In fact, I suggest using poison." Ron said cruelly. It was obvious that Ron was extremely disgusted with Umbridge.

"No... I mean, she was a very bad teacher. We didn't learn anything about defense from her," Hermione said.

"So, what can we do?" Ron yawned. "It's too late, isn't it? She's got the job, she's here to stay. Fudge has made his decision."

"Uh..." Hermione said hypothetically, "You know, I was thinking today..."

Hermione glanced at Harry and said, "I thought - maybe we'd have some time where we could - do our own thing."

"What are we doing for ourselves?" Harry said doubtfully, still putting his hand in the prepared potion.

"Then - let's learn how to resist the Dark Arts ourselves," said Hermione.

"Stop it..." Ron groaned painfully, "You want us to do extra homework? Didn't you realize that it's only the second week and Harry and I are already buried in homework?"

"But this is more important than homework!" Hermione said as Harry and Ron looked at her with wide eyes.

"I don't think there's anything more important than doing your homework," Ron said.

"Don't be stupid, of course." Hermione said. Harry looked at her with a sense of danger, and her face showed the enthusiasm when she first founded the House-Elf Protection Society.

"It's about preparing ourselves, like Harry said, that's what Umbridge had us do in her first lesson. We have to make sure we can protect ourselves."

"We can't do much for ourselves..." Ron said in a defeated tone. "I mean, we could find them in the library and practice them, I think—"

"No, I agree, we can find it out in a book and practice it ourselves," said Hermione, "but we need a teacher, one who is suitable for us, who can tell us how to use it and tell us how to correct it when we make a mistake. .”

"If we talk to Lupine..." Harry said hesitantly.

"No, no, we won't be looking for Lupin," Hermione said. "He's too busy with organizational matters. I found over there that he often can't even stop on weekends."

"So, who?" Harry frowned at Hermione and Hermione sighed deeply.

"Isn't it obvious?" Hermione said.

"You mean...Fan Lin?" Harry hesitated, "Oh, Fan Lin is indeed suitable. In fact, his Defense Against the Dark Arts is more powerful than the average Auror."

"He can indeed do it, but we have to consider that not all of us can use Fanlin's spell. Of course, he can teach us with his ability. After all, he has always done this, but he alone is not enough. "Hermione said, "In fact, he is more suitable for private tutoring, finding the most suitable one or several people..."

"Then what do you mean..." Harry was silent for a moment. Apart from Fan Lin, he couldn't think of...

"We're talking about you, Harry," Hermione said suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, the scene fell into silence. The charcoal was popping in the fireplace under the window behind Ron.

"What about me?" Harry asked.

"I think you should teach everyone how to resist black magic."

Harry stared at Hermione. Then Hermione turned to Ron, as if Hermione was once again planning some other unrealistic plan like the House Elves Preservation Society. What surprised Harry even more was that Ron didn't seem unhappy at all. He frowned, looking like he was thinking. Then he said "That's an idea!"

"What's the idea?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"You, and Fan Lin, the two of you together..." Ron said, "teach us."

"But" Harry laughed suddenly, the two of them must have been shaking his legs.

"But I'm not a teacher, I don't know how...and I think Fan Lin can do a good job!"

"Harry, you are the best candidate to teach Defense Against Dark Arts in this grade besides Fan Lin." Hermione said

"Me?" Harry said, smiling even harder. "No, I'm not. You beat me every time you take the exam -"

"Actually, I'm not." Hermione said calmly. "You were taller than me in third year... that was the only year that we both sat for exams and that there was one who knew the subject. The teacher came to teach us. I didn't tell you my score that time, Harry."

"What do you mean?"

"You know, I don't know any bad person who could teach me that," Ron said with a smile, turning to Harry. "Let's think about it," he said, putting on Goyle's face. "Year one—you saved the Philosopher's Stone from You-Know-Who."

"But it's just luck," Harry said. "This doesn't mean strength. I couldn't cast a spell at that time. If Fan Lin hadn't been commanding..."

"The next year," Ron interrupted, "you killed the basilisk and destroyed Riddle."

"Yes, but it was Fox and Fanlin who helped me, I -"

"In your third year," Ron said a little louder, "you defeated hundreds of dementors at once—"

"You know it was a fluke, if that time-turner—"

"Last year," Ron almost shouted, "you fought You-Know-Who again and escaped—"

"Listen to me!" Harry said angrily, because Ron and Hermione were both smiling proudly. "Just listen to me, okay? It sounds like it, but the whole factor is luck - I don't do anything half the time, I don't plan anything, I don't even think about it, just every time Everyone can get help——"

Ron and Hermione were still laughing, and Harry was even more angry, but even he didn't know why he was so angry. "Don't just laugh here. You know you can do better than me," he said angrily. "I don't even know what happened. I just happened to arrive. It's not that I am very good at defending against black magic." Research - I just happened to break in - stop laughing!" (To be continued)