Chapter 932

Umbridge looked around on the podium, seeing everyone's expressions. ?

"I think you are all aware that there are many problems with this course, but you will be pleased to know that these problems are about to be corrected. This year, we will study a carefully planned, theory-centered course. , Ministry of Magic-approved Defense Against Magic course, please copy these words down."

She tapped on the blackboard again, and the two lines just now disappeared, replaced by "Course Objectives".

1. Understand the basic principles of magic defense.

2. Learn to distinguish the occasions where Magic Defense can be legally used.

3. Assess defense against magic in the context of practical use.

The only sound in the classroom was the rustling of the quill pen writing on the parchment. Two or three minutes later, when every student had copied Professor Umbridge's three curriculum objectives, she continued to ask, "Is it true Every classmate has a copy of Wilbert Slinka's Theory of Defense Against Magic?"

"Yes, that's right!" There was a murmur in the class, expressing affirmation.

"This is not okay, students, this is not okay, I think we have to do it again!" said Umbridge, shaking his head, "When I ask you a question, I want you to answer: Yes, Umbridge. Professor Mbridge; or: no, Professor Umbridge. Let me repeat: does everyone have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's Theory of Defense Against Magic?"

"Yes, Professor Umbridge," answered the class loudly.

"Very good!" said Umbridge. "I hope you turn to the fifth page of the book and read the first chapter, the basic principles of introduction, without whispering while reading. If you finish reading, please continue to the next chapter .”

There was a loud discussion in the class. It was two consecutive Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.

Hearing what Umbridge said, you want them to sit here and read a book all morning?

"Quiet!" said Umbridge, showing his small, sharp teeth. "We're reading now, so if you have any questions, we can talk after class. Also, I hope you will ask questions in my class later." When you have a question, raise your hand."

Her two toad-like eyes with drooping eyelids stared at everyone, and the classroom fell silent instantly.

Alvin won't confront Umbridge overtly in class, and has nothing to talk to her about. He turned the "Defense Against Magic Theory" to the fifth page. Not surprisingly, the content on it was very boring. First, he systematically explained what black magic is and the corresponding defense against black magic, that is, white magic.

Black magic and white magic are not as clearly divided as black and white.

According to the author of this book, Wilbert Slinka, whether it is black magic or white magic, they all have different techniques and ideas for controlling one's own mental power. For example, using the Killing Curse requires strong malice and killing intent. While using the protection spell, the user needs to recall happy things, generate pleasant emotions, or have a strong protective idea.

These things are already very basic for Ivan, and the explanations in this book are very long-winded and boring, full of esoteric and long sentences, which are as boring as listening to Professor Binns' lectures. Quiet, thinking about other things.

The classroom was silent, and next to Ivan, Colin stared blankly at the same place on the book.

It had been a long time since many people had turned a page, and Umbridge didn't seem to mind that.

She sat on the chair behind the podium and looked at every little wizard in the classroom one by one, wondering what she was thinking about.

While Ivan and the others were staring at their books all morning, Harry and the others had just finished their drowsy history of magic class. Professor Binns dragged his voice on the topic of the giant war, full of He spoke for an hour and a half.

If it were another teacher, this topic would probably be more interesting, but Professor Binns, the ghost teacher, narrates the subject in a constant tone, why not let them read the book by themselves?

Probably, only Hermione could resist the hypnotic power of Binns' voice.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they emerged from the History of Magic classroom.

"What will happen if I don't lend you my notes this year?" Hermione asked coldly.

She was very dissatisfied with Harry and Ron's behavior in class, they were not paying attention at all.

Ron began by passing notes non-stop with Lavender, and later played a kind of hangman's game with Harry on the parchment.

"Then we'll fail History of Magic o..Ls," said Ron. "If you want to have a conscience, Hermione?"

"Hmph, you deserve it!" She retorted sharply, "You didn't pay attention to his lecture at all, did you?"

"We're working hard," said Ron, "we just don't have your brain, your memory, and your concentration. You and Ivan are smarter than us, so don't leave any pot unopened." OK, okay?

"Hmph, don't feed me these fucking soups." Hermione said, but her expression softened a little, "I don't know what's going on with Ivan, that woman's first section, you say, she will teach some What?"

"Maybe like Moody, show everyone black magic?"

"That's impossible. She's not Mad-Eye, and she won't do such crazy things. This is not allowed by the Ministry of Magic. Besides, don't forget the purpose of her coming to Hogwarts." Hermione said, " She came to dare Hogwarts on behalf of Fudge, and she couldn't really teach us anything."

"I don't know, but if she conducts actual combat exercises, Ivan will definitely have the opportunity to teach her a lesson." Harry said.

They kept discussing this issue, and when Snape walked into the basement, they hurriedly shut up and fell silent.

Everyone fell silent the moment they saw Snape.

Normally, the mere presence of Snape was enough to silence the class.

Harry originally thought that since Snape was also a member of the Order of the Phoenix, it would be better to be more or less right with them.

But he soon discovered that he was wrong, and he was wrong.

"Before we start class today, I think I need to remind you." Snape walked quickly to the podium, looking at them all sternly and said, "Next June, you will take an important exam, and by then You'll prove how much you've learned about potion making and use. While there are a few people in this class who are indeed mentally retarded, I hope you'll all barely pass your o..Ls, or I'll be pissed off. "

His eyes fell on Neville's face this time, and Neville gasped in horror. 8 For more exciting novels, welcome to visit our Reading Academy