Chapter 998： Dismount

  Chapter 998 Dismissal

   "How is it, Harry." Hermione asked worriedly, "What did Professor McGonagall say."

   "Professor McGonagall said she couldn't make Umbridge change his mind." Harry calmly ate the food in front of him, completely ignoring the matter.

   "So what?" Ron asked uneasily.

   "What can we do? Of course, go to Umbridge and put him in confinement."

  Harry turned his head to look at the people whispering around, and buried himself in eating again. He never thought that the maliciousness of other people was so obvious.

   Those who whispered, those who looked at him strangely, didn't care if Harry heard their discussion.

   On the contrary, they seemed to want Harry to be angry because of this, and they wanted to see how ugly he was when he was angry.

   "Umbridge's plan was quite successful!"

Harry poured out a tranquilizer from the medicine bottle and threw it into his mouth, and said flatly: "She just wanted me to admit that Voldemort didn't come back, so that the Ministry of Magic can make a big publicity, even if I If you don’t tell the truth, you will be isolated by the whole school.”

  Hermione and Ron looked at each other, and they could both see the worry in each other's eyes.

   "People are afraid of facing the cruel truth." Harry laughed at himself. "Wizards who think I'm lying can line up from the hall to the other side of the hall."

   "Harry, what did you eat?" Ron asked in a low voice.

   "You said this?"

Harry took out a medicine bottle from his robe pocket expressionlessly, and introduced it to Hermione and Ron: "Sedative, before coming to Hogwarts, Sirius gave me a small dose, but it can make me Keep calm for a short while."

   "You've been eating this?" Hermione was getting more and more disturbed.

"Yes, since my last interrogation, I've found it important to stay calm." Harry stuffed the pill bottle back into his pocket and said calmly, "Anderson is right, mindless rage won't solve problems, so I sometimes control myself." If you can’t hold back your emotions, you’ll take a pill to calm yourself down.”

   "It really works?" Ron was a little skeptical.

"Of course it works." Harry knew what they were worrying about, and continued, "Umbridge is not a quiet guy, and she will try to change Hogwarts, and it will definitely cause anger and resentment, not to mention, Umbridge Mlitch's teaching is really poor and that's a brutal fact that nothing can change."

   Ignoring the gossip around, Harry took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth after eating the last food on his plate, as if I was very calm.

   "What about the Quidditch selection?" Ron asked suddenly.

"It's probably not going to work, Umbridge probably won't let me play Quidditch comfortably." Harry said to Ron, "You ask Angelina to find a substitute, maybe I won't be able to play at that time. Forget it, I'll go find her myself, I remember Albert being a pretty good Seeker himself."

  Harry didn't plan to talk to Ron and Hermione about the conversation with Albert in Professor McGonagall's office, not to mention that it wasn't a good place to whisper.

  He knew very well that the plan sounded reliable and seemed likely to be implemented, but it was really hard to say whether it would come in handy.

   In general, it's still a matter of luck as to when Umbridge buys him a drink.

  After dinner, Harry found Angelina at the Gryffindor table and told her about his situation.

   "So, you put yourself in detention." Angelina yelled at Harry.

"Umbridge targeted me on his first day at Hogwarts, and there's nothing I can do about it." Harry said calmly, "I suggest you find Anderson as a substitute, or let him look for the ball instead of me." hand position."

  Angelina was stunned by Harry's words. She remembered what Albert said at the school opening party, and she didn't expect it to come true so quickly.

   "He said he wasn't free." Angelina left angrily. She quickly found Albert who was reading in the library and told him about Harry.

"Actually, the chances of you all wanting to win the championship this year are extremely low." After listening to Angelina's words, Albert reminded kindly: "Umbridge will definitely favor Slytherin, she always needs to win over a house, At that time, she only needs to find an excuse to get Potter suspended, and if you don't have a suitable Seeker, you can try Ginny Weasley first, she's not bad at the ball."

   "Banned?" Angelina repeated in disbelief.

   "Are you surprised?" Albert put down the book, looked at Angelina who was sitting weakly on the chair, and said, "Potter went to a formal court during the summer vacation, and was almost disqualified from being a wizard by the Ministry of Magic."

   "Just because of the mysterious man?" Angelina asked with wide-eyed eyes.

   "He is the savior, Dumbledore's favorite student." Albert nodded and said, "And the Ministry of Magic has been attacking Dumbledore recently, and Potter is just incidental."

  After Angelina walked away with a depressed face, Fred, George and Lee Jordan appeared out of nowhere.

   "What did she want from you?" Fred asked curiously.

   "Talk about Potter's detention."

   "Harry really worked hard." George said with emotion.

   "After all, he is the savior, so it's normal to work hard." Albert said calmly, "I think he probably has a premonition himself."

  Harry has indeed grown a lot, especially Harry who has calmed down, his combat power has soared.

   "The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is really bad." Lee Jordan pulled back to the topic, "We have already spread the news, and I think most people know what is going on with this class."

   "Do you think everyone will boycott Umbridge together?" George felt that the probability of such a thing was not high.

   "Depending on the situation, it is generally difficult, but..." Albert said meaningfully, "There are always special circumstances."

   "What special case?"

  …

"good morning students!"

  Wednesday morning, Umbridge said with a smirk on his face after the whole class walked into the classroom.

   However, no one responded.

   There was an eerie dead silence in the classroom.

   "That will not work," said Professor Umbridge. "I would like your answer to be: 'Good morning, Professor Umbridge.' Please do it again. Good morning, students!"

   There was still a dead silence in the classroom. Everyone was looking at the words on the blackboard and began to whisper.

   "It turned out to be true."

   "She really can't teach Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

   "What about our N.E.W.T.?"

   "I don't know if Anderson will give us extra lessons!"

   "I heard that he has something to do this year, so he won't make up lessons."

   "Then what to do..."

   There were whispers in the classroom, no one really gave Umbridge face, not to mention the male and female student council chairmen directly ignored Umbridge's words.

  No way, who let them all hear that Umbridge's teaching is as boring as Professor Binns, and he doesn't teach everyone useful knowledge.

  Theory is useless, and N.E.W.T. doesn't test it.

   This is not to let them get good grades in N.E.W.T.!

  What's up with the Ministry of Magic?

  The smile on Umbridge's face gradually froze. She didn't expect that the seventh grade students would not give her the slightest bit of face. She looked at the president of the Boys and Girls Student Union, cleared her throat, and said, "Mr. Anderson? Miss McDougal."

"Professor Umbridge..." Albert said slowly, "you know, we will face the pressure of N.E.W.T. , can get a good job post. Can you list the Defense Against the Dark Arts spells that need to be mastered this year, as well as the key points that may be covered in the exam, so that we can preview after class?"

   As soon as Albert finished speaking, the classroom burst into applause.

Umbridge's face became even uglier. She took a deep breath and said, "Oh, of course, the purpose of the school is to let students pass the exams. The Ministry of Magic believes that theoretical knowledge can help you more effectively. There is no such thing as a qualified teacher…”

   "Professor, we have finished learning the theoretical knowledge." Digory interrupted.

   "Professor, what we need is for everyone to get high scores in the N.E.W.T. exam." Katrina reminded rudely.

   "Professor, what we need is not this garbage."

   "Professor, is the Ministry of Magic planning to fail our N.E.W.T. grades?"

   "Professor, if you can't do it, change to an assistant to teach!"

"professor…"

"professor…"

"professor…"

There are a lot of students in the defense against the dark arts class in this section, thanks to Albert. After Lupine and Barty's class, everyone now attaches great importance to the results of N.E.W.T., not to mention there is Voldemort outside. rumors.

  Whether it is true or not, it is more important to learn some useful Defense Against the Dark Arts.

   As for what theory to learn, I really don’t want to fool others like that.

  Of course, if no one takes the lead, connects and sows discord, no one in the class would dare to confront Umbridge head-on.

   But, now their student body president takes the lead.

   Well, although it doesn't count, Albert is obviously dissatisfied with Umbridge's **** courses.

This is undoubtedly a good opportunity, no one wants to endure such a course, especially the most important N.E.W.T in one's life, even a student of Slytherin, no one wants to get a pass or worse in N.E.W.T. of Defense Against the Dark Arts score.

  So, their Defense Against the Dark Arts class must not let Umbridge mess around, if not, let Umbridge roll off to cool off, and let Albert give them a lecture.

  Albert is not free for the rest of the time, but he must be free during class time.

  That is the duel champion.

  Tough and tough black wizards are fierce without blinking.

  No one will doubt Albert's teaching level.

   "Ahem, of course we believe you are an excellent teacher," Albert coughed lightly, motioning for everyone to quiet down.

  "In view of the actual situation of this class, everyone has to make preparations in advance." He didn't intend to continue to force Umbridge, and he was ready to accept it if he was optimistic, so as not to end badly, so he changed the topic.

   "We're just worried that Headmaster Dumbledore didn't tell you the truth about this class."

  I don’t know who said this in the classroom, which caused a lot of snickers and whispers.

   "What is the truth about this class?"

  Umbridge noticed that everyone was looking at her strangely.

   "Professor, don't you really know?" Lee Jordan put on a look of astonishment.

   "This position is said to have been cursed by a mysterious person." Fred's voice trembled a little, and he didn't know whether it was because he was frightened or trying to hold back a laugh.

"No professor has been able to teach safely for a year. From the time we entered the first year to the present, two professors have died, one is missing and suspected to be dead, one is almost sucked out of the soul by a dementor, and one is seriously injured. Staying at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, the best result was the first-year Professor Bard, he knew about the curse, and ran away early halfway through the teaching."

  Everyone looked at Umbridge with pity, as if her end was already doomed.

  Umbridge's face was ashen.

   "I bet Headmaster Dumbledore didn't tell her the truth about the class."

   "Maybe, she didn't take the curse seriously at all, and thought it was fake."

   "I remember that Lockhart didn't believe it, and it turned out...it was really miserable!"

   "It's really miserable, I heard it won't get better."

  Umbridge naturally knew about the curse. After all, she also went to Hogwarts, so she knew about the curse. She didn't take it seriously at all, but...the curse seemed real?

  Umbridge's face was ugly, and she felt that she needed to look into this matter.

  However, she never expected that the chairman of the male and female student union would directly lead someone to attack her in the first class.

   Of course, Umbridge was convinced it had something to do with them, even though that might not have been the case.

   What made her uncomfortable the most was that Albert Anderson was very difficult to mess with!

   Yes, very difficult to mess with.

  Because he didn't do anything, he just raised a question that everyone paid more attention to, and it turned out to be her personal reason.

  Everyone will only think that Umbridge's teaching is problematic, causing dissatisfaction among the students.

Umbridge didn't dare to confront the students head-on. He arranged self-study from which page to page of the textbook, and asked Albert to help watch the class, and then went out immediately, so as not to stay and make the problem worse Seriously, she won't even have the chance to step down at that time, even if she wants to rectify it, it's not now.

  Everyone watched Umbridge's leaving back, and all of them turned their attention to Anderson sitting on the teacher's bench.

   "Why don't you give us a lecture!" Someone suggested

   "Forget it, I don't want to test the power of the curse myself," Albert said, not planning to teach others.

   "Then what about our Defense Against the Dark Arts exam?"

"I can provide you with the key points of the N.E.W.T. exam and give you some references." Albert took out his wand, tapped the blackboard behind him, and said to the students below, "If you want to copy the key points, copy slowly. Just go to sleep and don't disturb other people with loud conversations."

Everyone looked at each other and took out the parchment and quills one after another. The classroom suddenly fell into a strange dead silence, only the sound of the quill writing on the parchment was left. Everyone was copying the key points. I learned really useful knowledge in Mr. Mlich's class.

   Otherwise, really let that guy get out.

  In the past, perhaps no students would have such an idea, but it is different now because they have Albert.

  (end of this chapter)