935 Gryffindor Deducts 10 Points

"But, Professor, the overall goal of Defense Against the Dark Arts should of course be to practice defensive spells."[]" Hermione interrupted her.

"Please don't interrupt when I speak in the future. Also, since the general purpose of Defense Against the Dark Arts is mentioned, are you an education specialist specially trained by the Ministry of Magic, Miss Granger?" Professor Umbridge asked her asked the cloyingly sweet false voice.

"No, but..."

"Well, then I don't think you are qualified to judge what the overall goal of any course is. Our latest study plan was designed and formulated by wizards who are much older and smarter than you. No doubts were encountered as the class proceeded. I can definitely say that you will learn defensive spells in a safe and risk-free manner...”

"What's the use of that?" Harry asked loudly, interrupting Umbridge again, and he was even angrier when he thought that Ivan had compromised with Umbridge in the morning, "If we are attacked, then Certainly not in a…”

"Quiet!" said Umbridge in a singing voice. "I said don't interrupt me, Mr. Potter, and please raise your hand."

Harry quickly raised his hand high, and Umbridge did it again.

She immediately turned her face to look elsewhere, but now several other students raised their hands.

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

"Dean Thomas."

"Go ahead, Mr. Thomas."

"Well, it's like Harry said, isn't it?" Dean said, "If we're attacked, there's no way we're not going to be without risk."

"I'll say it again!" said Professor Umbridge, taking a deep breath and smiling at Dean in that particularly irritating way, "Do you think you're going to be attacked in my class? "

"No, but—"

"Enough, I have to say that your class is the most problematic of all grades. Apart from personal factors, the basis of these problems lies in the school itself. To be honest, I really don't want to criticize some of the school's teaching methods. Professor Umbridge's voice over Dean's, and she put on a false smile, widened her wide mouth, and let out a harsh mocking sound, "But in this class You have come into contact with a few very irresponsible wizards, indeed very irresponsible, not to mention, there are particularly dangerous half-human half-beasts."

"If you're referring to Professor Lupine," Dean said angrily, "he's the best teacher we've ever met, and the "Hogwarts Wizarding Newspaper" he is running with Ivan is also my favorite newspaper .”

"Hands up, Mr. Thomas! About that newspaper, I will talk to Mr. Mason, let him carefully choose his staff and the content he should publish. [] As for this course, as I said just now, they will introduce to you The magic is very complicated, not suitable for your age group, and has great potential harm. Look, you are all scared and deranged, thinking that you will be exposed to black magic every three days attack……"

"No, we didn't," Hermione said angrily, and Harry beside him was also annoyed, "We just..."

"Don't interrupt me, Miss Granger, and you didn't raise your hand!"

Hermione raised her hand, Harry held it up high too, and Professor Umbridge turned away.

"Apart from that dangerous half-human half-beast and an escaped prisoner from Azkaban, I believe that my predecessor, that lunatic, not only cast illegal spells on your face, but cast them on you."

"Professor Moody is the best, we learned a lot from him!" Harry shouted angrily, "Also, Sirius is not a fugitive who escaped from prison. You wronged him fifteen years ago." he……"

"You didn't raise your hand, Mr. Potter!" Professor Umbridge said in a trembling voice, the smile on his face fading away, "I don't want to be here debating with you the crazy things my predecessor did, isn't it What we are supposed to discuss in this class, and your understanding is quite one-sided. Well, the Ministry of Magic believes that theoretical knowledge can help you pass the exam more effectively. After all, it is the purpose of the school to let students pass the exam. May I have your name?"

She stopped and asked, staring at Parvati who had just raised her hand.

"Professor Parvati Patil, isn't there anything practical in our Defense Against the Dark Arts exams? Shouldn't we show that we can actually cast spells and other magic?"

"Hmph, as long as you've learned the theory very solidly, there's no reason why you wouldn't be able to cast spells under strictly controlled examination conditions." Professor Umbridge said contemptuously, "If you can't, it's obviously your own fault." s reason."

"Don't you need practice beforehand?" Parvati asked in disbelief. "Are you saying that the first time we cast those spells was during the exam?"

"I'll say it again, as long as you learn the theory very solidly..."

"What's the use of theory in the real world?" Harry asked loudly, raising his fists high again.

His voice was very loud, almost yelling out with all his strength.

Professor Umbridge raised his gaze and said slowly, "This is the school, Mr. Potter, not the real world."

"So don't we need to prepare for what's waiting outside?"

"There's nothing waiting out there, Mr Potter, your mind is dangerous."

"Oh, is it?" said Harry.

His anger has been secretly churning inside all day, and now it is approaching the breaking point.

No, just when he made up his mind to question Umbridge, he exploded.

"Wake up, Mr. Potter, who would attack a child like you?" Professor Umbridge asked in a terrifyingly intimate voice, without any smile on his face.

"Well, let me see..." Harry said in a falsely thoughtful tone, "Maybe, Voldemort?!"

"Hiss!" The class gasped, and with screams, Neville even fell off the bench.

However, Umbridge didn't show any fear, as if he just heard a common name.

She doesn't seem to be as afraid of the name as everyone else is, of Voldemort.

She just stared at Harry with a look of vicious satisfaction on her face.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr Potter."

There was silence and stillness in the classroom, everyone staring either at Umbridge or at Harry.

Harry was furious, and Hermione hurriedly stopped him, not letting him just pounce on him. She suddenly understood the meaning of what Ivan said when he left at noon, why she was asked to keep an eye on Harry and not get up with Umbridge Conflict, she regretted why she didn't do what Ai Wen said.

Harry is now almost exactly like Sirius before him, a powder keg that explodes at the slightest touch...  

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