Chapter 855

There was a brief silence as people in the classroom turned to look at the three course objectives still written on the blackboard and frowned at them.

"Use the defense curse?" Professor Umbridge said with a little smile. "Why, in my class, I need you to use the defense curse, Mr. van Lindel. You don't want to be attacked in class. "

"We will not use magic?" Cried Ron.

Professor Umbridge, still smiling, turned his back to him. Harry and Hermione immediately raised their hands. Professor Umbridge stopped her eyes on Harry for a moment before asking questions. "

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

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

"Are you an education expert in the Ministry of magic, Miss Granger?" Said Professor Umbridge in a false, sweet voice.

"No, but..." Before Hermione had finished, Umbridge interrupted.

"Well, I'm afraid you're not qualified to confirm what the focus of a defense against the dark arts discipline is. Smarter and older than you, the wizard has determined for us what to learn. You will learn to defend yourself in a safe and risk-free way... "

"But what is the use of it?" Said Harry in a loud voice. "We're going to be attacked, and that's going to help..."

"Hand, Mr. Potter!" Said Professor Umbridge in a louder voice.

"Harry..." Van Lin had a headache. He winked at Harry, but Harry didn't go to see him. They were too far apart.

Harry jerked his hand into the air.

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

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

"Well, Mr. Thomas?"

"Well, it's like Harry said, right?" Dean said. "If we were attacked, it would not be out of danger."

"I said that," Professor Umbridge said slowly, making a deliberately irritating smile at Dean. "Do you want to be attacked in class?"

"No, but..."

Professor Umbridge interrupted. "I don't want to criticize something that's happening in this school." She said, an unconvincing smile appeared on her wide mouth, "but you've exposed some very unreliable witches in this class, very unreliable Don't mention it, "she gave a sinister smile," especially those of mixed blood. "

"If you're talking about Professor Lupin," Dean became angry, "he's the best we've ever met -"

"shut up! Mr. Thomas! As I said, when you learn some complex spells, and those that are not suitable for your age, they can have fatal effects. When you encounter the black spell at other times, you will be frightened to believe that I am right

"No," said Hermione, "we just

"Your hands are not up, Miss Granger!" Hermione raised her hand and Professor Umbridge turned away from her. "As far as I understand it, my predecessor didn't just use illegal incantations in front of you. In fact, he put them on you."

"Well, he became a madman, didn't he?" Dean retorted fiercely, "to remind you, our load is still heavy."

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

"Now, learning the theory of the Ministry of magic will be enough for you to pass your exams, and after all, everything about school. What's your name? " She added, looking at Pavati, the student whose hand had just been raised.

"Parvati petier. But doesn't the wizard's black magic defense test involve a bit of actual combat experience? Shouldn't we assume to show the defense mantras and things that we actually do? "

"As long as you learn enough theory and time, there is no reason why you can't complete a mantra with care and careful control." Said Umbridge contemptuously.

"Without prior practice?" Pavati said suspiciously. "Are you telling me that the first time we cast magic was during the exam?"

"I repeat, as long as you learn enough theories long enough --"

"then good theories will come into the real world?" Harry exclaimed, his hand in mid air again. Professor Umbridge looked up.

"This is the school, Mr. Porter, not the real world." She said softly.

"So we don't need to be ready to wait for our fight?"

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

"Oh, really?" Harry said that his mood under the surface had reached the boiling point."You want to attack that child? Or You yourself? " Asked Professor Umbridge in a sweet and terrible voice.

"Well, let me see." Harry replied in a voice that pretended to be thoughtful, "maybe Voldemort?"

Ron began to gasp, lavender Brown let out a little scream, and Neville almost slipped out of his chair. And Seymour was disdainful. As for the rest of them, they were more shocked. Van Lin and Hermione frowned, which was just Harry's standard match. If you have anything, just say, Frank Gryffindor.

But Professor Umbridge did not flinch. She looked at Harry coldly with a satisfied expression on her face.

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

"Now, let me make something simple." Professor Umbridge stood up and leaned toward him, her short, thick fingers splayed across the table. "You told me that a Dark Wizard was resurrected..."

"He's not dead," Harry said angrily. "Besides, he's back!" "Potter Sir, I have to warn you that you Already For you College Lost So 50 points No more Make things more That's too bad, "Professor Umbridge yelled at him word by word, but didn't look at him.

"You inform us that a Dark Wizard has become stronger. It's a lie. "

"It's not a lie!" Said Harry. "I saw him. I fought with him

"Confinement, Mr. porter." Said Professor Umbridge triumphantly. "Tomorrow night. Five o'clock. My office. As I said, it's a lie. The dark ministry will not guarantee you any danger because of magic. If you're still worried, you can explain it an hour after class. If someone lies to you that the Dark Wizard is born again, I'd love to hear it. I can help you. I'm your friend. Now, continue with your reading, page 5, "Fundamentals of beginners."

Professor Umbridge sits behind her desk. Harry, stand up. Everyone looked at him; Seymour was half afraid and half obsessed.

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