Chapter 193 - 193- Umbridge’s first lesson

HARRY'S POV

The next day's morning classes passed by with Harry listening to books about quantum mechanics while the professors each talked about the importance of this year before giving an assignment for the class and homework, something ever since he built created GAI he had the AI do.

And during the times he used the time turned for, he was in the ROR working on the project he worked on for the past year- the Fidelius charm.

His progress with the charm seemed to grow ever since he learned about the differences between personal spiritual realm and the world's spiritual realm.

In fact, his understanding on how the charm worked finally reached completion.

The charm uses the keeper's spiritual realm as a trap for the knowledge in hides while using the caster's magic to collect the knowledge in first place.

The reason it didn't affect Luna is because of the ritual her mother did, making her eyes capable of seeing into the spiritual realm without the use of outside magic, by doing so, it made her capable of seeing the general magical energy that collect the information and resist it, which is also why when he pointed it out and made the magical energy attack Luna specifically, it hurt her when she resisted, because the power of the charm was able to overwhelm her resistance.

If Harry wanted to be immune to the charm, he either need to disconnect his spiritual realm from the world, or become powerful enough while gaining the ability to see magic to resist it.

For now he works on the blocking, as he needs it to cure Lycanthropy.

It was during the afternoon classes that the class he waited for took place - DADA.

"Well, good afternoon!" Professor Umbridge said, when finally the whole class had sat down.

A few people mumbled 'good afternoon' in reply.

"Tut, tut," said Professor Umbridge. "That won't do, now, will it? You should have energy, we are about to be a group that changes history! I want every one to replay with energy 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' One more time, please. Good afternoon, class!"

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," they chanted back at her.

"There, now,'" said Professor Umbridge sweetly. "That wasn't too difficult, was it? Wands away and quills out, please."

Many of the class exchanged gloomy looks, the order 'wands away' had never yet been followed by a lesson they had found interesting.

"Don't give me that look," Professor Umbridge said "as I said in the welcoming feast, your education on the subject till now was full with idiots, half-breeds and Death Eaters teaching you, I have to assume your knowledge is basically wrong and start from the beginning, which means this year will be divided to two- the first half would be theoretical and the second practical." The look of horror on many of the students faces made her chuckle. "Don't worry, if I see the progress is better then thought, I will pull forward practical lessons."

Professor Umbridge opened her handbag, extracted her own CAD and pushed the number one while aiming it to the the blackboard, words appeared on the board at once:

Defence Against the Dark Arts

A Return to Basic Principles.

"Now, as I said, your teaching in this subject has been rather disrupted and fragmented, hasn't it? The constant changing of teachers, many of whom do not seem to have followed any Ministry-approved curriculum, has unfortunately resulted in your being far below the standard we would expect to see in your OWL year."

The students seemed still down with their knowledge about not using magic in class.

"Has everybody got a copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?"

There was a dull murmur of assent throughout the class.

"Great, those books are about what should you do when you are in situations which aren't life or death. It is the book in which the ministry believes first years should learn, reading the first 5 chapters will be what you would do and to do a paper on them will be your work for today's class."

Everyone groaned but started to read with the exception of Granger who raised her hand.

"Do you not have a book dear?" Professor Umbridge said.

"No I have the book," said Granger.

"Well, we're reading just now," said Professor Umbridge, showing her small pointed teeth. "If you have other queries we can deal with them at the end of class."

"I've got a query about your course aims," said Granger.

Professor Umbridge raised her eyebrows.

"And your name is?"

"Hermione Granger," said Hermione.

"Well, Miss Granger, the course aim is to make sure you excel your OWLs, I thought it was obvious."

"Well, it's not, your course seemed to focus on the theoretical while ignoring the practical side of magic."

"No," Professor umbrage sounded annoyed by the accusation, "it focus on the theoretical until I know you have enough knowledge to be able to use jinxes without killing someone."

"Well," Granger said "What about using defensive spells?"

"Using defensive spells?" Professor umbrage said "Protego was supposed to be taught to you last year, which means I will hopefully teach it to you before the end of the year if you keep interrupt the class."

"But what if we need it sooner?"

"Why would you need to use it?"

"Surely the whole point of Defence Against the Dark Arts is to practise defensive spells?"

"Yes, and if you had any competent teachers before me I would have been able to focus on this year's material before moving into interesting things like teaching you how to use the CADs."

"But if we're going to be attacked, we can't not know-" Marcus started talking

"Mr Potter, in my class you raise a hand!"

Marcus raised his hand but the Professor seemed to ignore him while allowing another to talk.

"And your name is?"

"Dean Thomas."

"Well, Mr Thomas?"

"Well, it's like Marcus said, isn't it?" said Dean Thomas. "If we're going to be attacked, it won't be risk free."

"Which is why you need to know the basics, but even if you didn't, I can promise you there is no reason to be afraid, unlike what your past incompetent, idiotic and half-breed teachers might have made you feel you, there is no danger."

"If you mean Professor Lupin,' piped up Dean Thomas angrily, 'he was the best we ever -"

"Hand, Mr Thomas! But, as you said, Rumus Lupin was the best teacher you had, something that should make you all understand how deeply wrong the situation is."

When she saw the students didn't seem to agree she said.

"Let's talk about your past teachers.

In your first year you had a mumbling idiot who brought a troll into school and then fainted in the grand hall after lying where it was, your second year's teacher was an idiotic liar who stole other people's achievements and someone I'm sure most of you knew he was fake by the end of your first class, your third year you had a werewolf who couldn't remember to take his potion and didn't teach you about werewolves so non of you will find his secret, and your last year's teacher caused greater damage then all the previous ones by casting an unforgivable on you, now, can you tell me why should I believe any of them taught you properly? Why should I teach any of your magic that can harm anyone? Not to mention my job isn't to make you know how to defend yourself, but pass the exam successfully, that's what school is about, and for that we need theoretical knowledge! And your name is?" she added, turning to Parvati Patil, whose hand had just shot up

"Parvati Patil, and isn't there a practical bit in our Defence Against the Dark Arts OWL? Aren't we supposed to show that we can actually do the counter-curses and things?"

Professor Umbridge rubbed her forehead and sighed.

"Is it something about Gryffindors? I don't remember asking stupid questions as a Hufflepuff, nor do I see any Slytherin do the same." Parvati Patil seemed to shrink in spot.

"As I said, the faster we move on the theoretical lessons, the faster we arrive to the practicals."

"And what good's theory going to be in the real world?" Mucus asked.

"5 points from Gryffindor for talking without permission Mr Potter, as for your question, as stupid as it is, a lot. How do you expect to get a job in anything without sufficient knowledge?"

"So we're not supposed to be prepared for what's waiting for us out there?"

"That's what we do mr Potter, we prepare you to get a job. and 10 points from Gryffindor for not raising your hand."

"But what about preparing for attacks?"

"Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourselves? And 15 points for never raising your hand."

"Hmm, let's think . . ." said Marcus in a mock thoughtful voice. "Maybe . . . Lord Voldemort?"

The entire class seemed to gasp together, with a few screaming in fear.

"Detention, mr Potter, for creating chaos in my class."

The classroom was silent and still. Everyone was staring at either Umbridge or Marcus.

"Now, let me make a few things quite clear."

Professor Umbridge stood up and leaned towards them, her stubby-fingered hands splayed on her desk.

"In my class, your political agendas has no place, whether you want to lie about the return of a dead wizard, or-"

"He wasn't dead," said Marcus angrily, "but yeah, he's returned!"

"Another Detention. As I was saying before being rudely interrupted, this isn't a place for political maneuvers, this is a class to study, and study we shall! No more questions! Do your reading until chapter 3 instead of 5."

With that everyone returned to their book.

With the exception of Harry, who used the time to write the essay on the 5 chapters and now listen one more to quantum mechanics under a notice me not charm.