I swung a sword at Hogwarts

There are paper owls flying on the ceiling, and a small fire dragon.

"Nice to meet you," Oz Hildre said, biting a mint lollipop in the corner of his mouth.

She is a heavy smoker and cannot smoke during class, so she has to use lollipops to keep from smoking.

"Take out your textbook, 'Dark Magic, Defense, Guide'. I will teach you some practical skills, such as how to better use the wand in your hand."

After knocking on the blackboard, Oz pulled open the human-sized object covered with a cloth.

Inside was a somewhat old human-shaped target.

"In Auror training, we will do various exercises, but the most important thing is the wand in our hands."

Oz waved his magic wand, and several paper owls emerged from the wand.

"There is an advanced way of casting spells, silent casting, which requires the user to have a very high level of magic proficiency to be able to do it."

Oz didn't say anything, but waved his wand and made owls fly past the students.

With another swing, the owl's body caught fire and crashed into the human-shaped target.

The human-shaped target was knocked away, and before it fell, Oz waved it again, and the target floated up and landed in front of the podium.

This silent spell amazed the students.

"This is a sixth-grade course. The first thing you need to learn is how to strengthen your ability to adapt."

"Ask a question." Oz was used to the Auror's way of doing things, and he was also decisive. "What are the three important elements of magic?"

The students were stunned, and Hermione frowned, carefully recalling previous classes.

Obviously, these were rarely mentioned in the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts education.

John raised his hand and Oz's eyes lit up, "Mr. Wick."

"Magic, spells, techniques."

"Very good, 10 points for Slytherin."

Oz didn't expect that there were still students who could answer the question, so he continued, "Magic power is the foundation of our basic magic operations, spells are the methods of controlling magic, and skills are the tricks of how we can cast spells quickly."

Oz was talking about the Auror training course, so it was a bit difficult for the fifth year students.

The first spell they learned to apply was also the one that the Aurors used most.

Expelliarmus.

Harry seemed to have a special talent in this regard.

Bonus points for Gryffindor.

As the class was about to end, another person was very dissatisfied.

Umbridge.

Yes, as an investigator.

Umbridge would hang around in every class, even the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

She made an opinion.

Unlike Aurors like Oz, Umbridge felt that they did not need to train a group of guys who might hurt people in the wizarding community, but a group of people who could pass the exams.

"I just want students to have the ability to protect themselves when facing the harm of dark magic." Ozhild frowned.

This semester's courses include the application of disarming spells, stunning spells, and barrier spells.

"I think students should take passing the exam as their top priority," Umbridge raised her eyebrows, dissatisfied with Oz's teaching, "no one will hurt them."

Oz felt puzzled. She was only here to serve as a professor on assignment, and she couldn't understand Umbridge's strange train of thought.

Umbridge felt that she was the person sent to seize Dumbledore's power. She was used to controlling everything, including the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor from the Ministry of Magic.

The two people had different ideas and parted ways on bad terms.

Ron leaned closer to Harry and whispered, "Didn't you say they were in the same group?"

Harry was also confused, Oz was with Johnny Silverhand's people, and Johnny Silverhand was the 'bad guy' who was working with the Ministry of Magic to target Dumbledore.

He naturally thought that Oz would go along with Umbridge, but he didn't expect this to be the case.

In any case, it seems that the Ministry of Magic is not entirely targeting Dumbledore.

Judging from Oz's performance, she is serious about teaching.

In fact, this was also John's intention, to focus the hatred on Umbridge. Even if some students were oppressed, they would not hold a grudge against the Ministry of Magic, but against Umbridge personally.

After all, the Ministry of Magic has a positive example in Oz. They will only think that Umbridge is autocratic and that one bad apple spoils the whole barrel.

"Do you think students will be attacked in class?" Umbridge asked Oz with a smirk.

What a trick of changing the concept. Defense Against the Dark Arts is not only used in school. Umbridge said aggressively: "I don't want to criticize some of the ways this school runs."

"But in this class, you have come into contact with several irresponsible wizards."

"Magic is complicated and not suitable for your age."

"You were so frightened that you thought you were going to be attacked by dark magic every other day."

"I think theoretical knowledge can help you pass the exam more effectively."

"What use is theory in the real world?" Harry asked loudly, unable to bear it.

"Please raise your hands, Mr. Potter." Umbridge smiled wryly, "This is school, not the real world."

In John's opinion, Umbridge was a real master at making trouble.

"Don't we need to be prepared for whatever's waiting outside?" Harry was angry.

Umbridge said in a voice that was sickeningly intimate, "There's nothing waiting outside. I said, raise your hand to speak."

"Who do you think would attack kids like you?"

"Hey, let me think about it," Harry laughed angrily and said in a pretend thinking tone, "Maybe... Voldemort?"

There were gasps and screams, and the name seemed to be some kind of switch.

John looked indifferent, Malfoy leaned on the table behind him, Neville clenched his fists, and Daphne pierced the parchment with the tip of her pen.

Harry is really getting more and more stubborn.

John's eyes were deep. Let's make a fuss and see how Dumbledore ends it.

Umbridge's face twitched and she immediately deducted ten points from Harry.

Harry still shouted stubbornly, "He is not dead, he is back."

"Nonsense!"

Not many people knew about this matter. In the Ministry of Magic, no one would take it seriously unless the Minister spoke up.

"This is not nonsense, I saw him, I fought him!"

"Detention, Mr. Potter."

Oz couldn't stand this farce any longer, "Ms. Umbridge, I expect you to respect me in class."

"Oh, sorry, come to my office tomorrow evening at five o'clock." Umbridge didn't know what respect was.

She was chosen to check and balance Dumbledore, and no one else could help her.

But she didn't know that the more this happened, the more stubborn Harry became.

"So, according to you, Heinrich Edgar burned himself to death?" said Harry sarcastically.

Now, the atmosphere calmed down.

"Potter!" Malfoy stood up trembling.

Noticing that something was wrong with him, Oz said, "Malfoy, sit down."

He stared at Harry with his eyes fixed on him, wand in hand, and said angrily, "Don't say his name with that rotten mouth of yours!"

"I won't allow anyone, anywhere, to use him as a source of ridicule or bragging!"

Malfoy roared, and it was scary as if he would cast a curse at any second.

But he was not the focus, everyone's eyes turned to another person.

John scowled, his eyelids slightly raised.

There was a suffocating feeling that seemed as if the entire classroom would be set on fire in the next second.

"You can say that you are the savior who fought against Voldemort, Harry Potter," John's oppressive voice sounded, "but you shouldn't use the death of others to show off your bravery."

"That's stupid, and equally annoying."

The cold words even brought a chill to the air.

Oz was about to speak, but stopped.

She looked at the white air she exhaled and realized that the feeling of coldness was not an illusion.

I reached out and touched the table, and saw a layer of white frost on it.

Umbridge did not notice this, but the words that were about to explain Heinrich's death disappeared from her lips.

The freezing cold seemed to corrode everyone present.

When Harry calmed down a little, he realized that he seemed to have said something.

The coldness disappeared until the get out of class was over.

A thin layer of dew condensed on the glass.

John stood up and left, and Malfoy followed, bumping Harry's shoulder as he passed.

Making Harry stagger and nearly fall.

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Chapter 292 Hermione and the Library

"I can't believe you would say something like that!"

After class, Hermione found her good-for-nothing son.

Harry stiffened his neck and said, "I'm not wrong."

"You actually mentioned Heinrich Edgar's death in front of John!" Hermione said angrily, "You know he's sad."

"Is he sad?" said Harry. "I don't see how he wouldn't have said something back to Umbridge if he had been sad."

Now even Ron thought Harry was crazy. He looked around hastily and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not kidding!" Harry was getting more excited. "He didn't do anything, did he?"

"Harry, you're not right." Hermione frowned. She noticed that Harry was not in a good state and said seriously, "You should go find Dumbledore."

"He won't want to see me." Harry was in a strange mood. After saying this, he left in annoyance.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other. Ron asked in confusion, "What's wrong with him? Is he still angry?"

He thought Harry was angry that he had concealed the matter of the Order of the Phoenix. Hermione stared at Harry's back and she felt something was wrong.

As Harry walked some distance away, he began to feel irritated and had a headache.

But at this moment, Peeves was so blind as to make up a song to scold him.

Upset, upset, upset!

Harry clenched his fists, angry.

He didn't notice that not far away, John was holding a sword in his hand.

Looking at the red light above, a strange look flashed across John's eyes.

Putting Marvolo's sword back into the bag, he watched Harry punch the air.

"The influence of the Horcruxes."

Glancing at Harry, John turned and left.

Stopping Malfoy who was about to punch Harry, John calmed down and said, "Draco, do something for me."