Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

What will they do?

Trying to kill himself and destroy Hogwarts?

or…

Aim at the most conspicuous and powerful place in the wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic?

Apart from my sister's protection, what else can I do?

“…because some changes will work for the best, and others will be found in due course to be errors of decision; and because some old habits will be retained, and this is understandable; and some habits are outdated and must be abandoned—let us move forward into a new era of enlightenment, efficiency, and reason, firmly retaining what should be retained, improving what needs to be improved, and abandoning those that we should prohibit.”

Total nonsense.

Dumbledore led the applause, and the other teachers followed suit - the students could only clap a few times symbolically.

Ron wiped his mouth and said, "How did she turn the common sense of 'When you are sleepy, you should go to bed' into such a long speech?"

Hermione shook her head: "The meaning is obvious."

“W-what…?”

“Progress for the sake of progress should never be encouraged, and what we should prohibit should be rejected—I think the professors should have heard that.”

Ron was a little impatient: "Please don't beat around the bush, Mr. Know-it-all."

Hermione had no hope for Ron's intelligence. She turned to Harry and said, "The Ministry of Magic has begun to interfere with Hogwarts...Harry, Professor Dumbledore disappeared these days. He should have gone to the Ministry of Magic, right?"

"Yes." Harry nodded, "Because last time I was attacked by the Death Eaters, Professor Dumbledore wanted to convince Minister Cornelius Fudge to acknowledge the return of the Dark Lord."

Hermione: "So...wait, what attack--?!"

"Harley you...when did this happen? Oh my god! Are you okay?"

Chapter 161 Class

Not to mention how Hermione strangled Harry to interrogate him afterwards, Umbridge's arrival brought a slight change to Hogwarts - or a crack. She came with a certain purpose, and the person who gave her the courage was not only Cornelius Fudge, but also an even more surprising guy.

The departure of Imhotep.

That's right, Harry Potter's backstage is gone.

This powerful wizard disappeared, leaving this poor, lonely child at Hogwarts - Cornelius Fudge and Umbridge came to the same conclusion: either she, the child, was out of favor, or, thank God, the wizard died somewhere.

——Otherwise, why didn’t Harry see any trace of him while being chased by the Death Eaters?

He hasn't shown up for so long since the incident.

Whether fallen from grace or dead, Cornelius Fudge had every reason to believe that the terrifying guy was no longer a threat to the Ministry of Magic.

Then...

Harry Potter, Dumbledore, Hogwarts.

Dumbledore's lust for power annoyed the old minister, and he had to fight back.

"Very good, kids. You all seem to be in good spirits today."

When the students entered the classroom, Umbridge was already sitting there. She was wearing the same robes as yesterday (not sure if it was the same one), and a black bow with a big flower on top of her head.

It's becoming more and more like a toad.

She stared at the silent little wizard, and waited until they were seated before she spoke slowly, "Good afternoon, classmates."

A sparse reply.

"Tsk. That won't do. I want you to answer me in unison: 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge'. That's not difficult. Can you do it again?" Umbridge tilted her head with a smile, "Good afternoon, students."

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge!"

Children are the most uncontrollable and also the easiest to control.

"Very good." She said in a coquettish voice with a childlike smile on her face: "Quick, put away your wands and take out your quills - we won't be able to use them for a long time."

Originally, taking the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the classroom was already depressing for students. Now, after hearing that 'wands are not needed', some unwilling little wizards lowered their heads and began to whisper to each other.

Umbridge took out her short wand from her pink bag and waved it, and two lines of words soon appeared on the blackboard.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts"

Back to Basics

"You have learned completely without any system, and the teaching is intermittent and wrong—" When she talked about mistakes, her face showed a deliberate "surprise", as if she had heard about it for the first time. "When I was in the Ministry of Magic, I heard your dear headmaster mention it. I couldn't believe that in this day and age there are still girls as rude as barbarians, and you let her lead you all towards barbarism?"

She is saying...

Mori Tsukisha?

Hermione raised her hands impatiently.

"Oh... this..."

"I'm Hermione Granger. What Professor Mori Tsukisa taught us was very useful, Ms. Umbridge."

"Call me 'Professor', kid." Umbridge looked at Hermione with a standard smile on her face: "Useful? What do you mean - useful? Running? Running is not a test for OWLs."

Hermione argued: "But our bodies have indeed improved."

"Yes, yes, I've gotten better." Umbridge nodded. "You know what? Miss Granger, this is where wizards are far superior to Muggles." She bent her fat index finger and tapped her temple lightly. "Only barbarians learn those things, running, jumping, and punching each other - that's what fools do. We have wands, right?"

"But what about when there's no wand?"

"You don't have to think about that right now, kids."

Hermione was about to say something, but Umbridge's face turned in another direction.

She had no choice but to sit down angrily.

"Come on, open your copy of Magical Defense Theory. Yes, it says it was written by Wilbert. Open to page 5 and read the most basic introduction."

Harry flipped through it a few times - the text inside was dull and monotonous, under the title of 'basic theory', but there was not a single line about 'defense'. This thick book was full of the author's flattery of himself and the Ministry of Magic - for example, a certain old minister in office.

The few parts that are related to spells are only mentioned in passing: two or three battles are mentioned, and the brave and fearless Ministry of Magic officials are described in very flowery words, and Dumbledore, who was unable to be there at the time, is mentioned in passing.

This is the 'defense theory'? Magical defense theory?

Of course Hermione flipped through it as well.

She raised her hand high again - Professor Umbridge ignored her and stared firmly in the opposite direction.

After a few minutes, more and more people noticed what Hermione and Umbridge were doing.

She raised her hands high, but no one on the podium looked at her.

Later, almost everyone in the class turned their eyes to Hermione, which made it impossible for Umbridge to maintain the stalemate.

She turned her head and made a look of sudden realization, as if she had just seen the hand raised. "…Honey? Do you have any questions about the content of this chapter?"

"Not this chapter, Professor."

"That's a pity. It's class time after all." Umbridge forced a stiff smile: "We can discuss your problem after class."

"I have a question about your course objectives, Professor."

Umbridge raised an eyebrow. She stared at the girl who dared to question her in front of the whole class. "I think Defense Theory makes the objectives of all my courses clear. You should read the book carefully, Miss Granger."

"It doesn't mention the specific use of defensive spells and how to perform them in actual combat, professor."

Umbridge chuckled. "Use? Tsk, I can't imagine where you would need to use defensive spells... Would Hogwarts be attacked?"

Ron interrupted: "We can always use—"

"what's your name?"

"Weasley."

"Raise your hand, Weasley. In my class, you have to raise your hand."

Ron raised his right hand helplessly, but Umbridge ignored him. The woman stared at Hermione who refused to give up, her smile growing wider and wider: "It seems you have a lot of problems, Miss Granger."

"It seems," Hermione deliberately imitated Draconian's expression, with a provocative look: "Perhaps, perhaps, is there a possibility that the purpose of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is to teach us how to resist dark magic? Professor, if we can't use wands, do we have to rely on this... this book..."

"I don't think you are qualified to judge the quality of a course, let alone to tell me what to do when I am called a 'professor', right?" Umbridge tilted her head. She was a little angry - in order to maintain a consistent smile, the corners of her mouth began to twitch.

"I need to let you learn defensive spells in a safe and risk-free way."

A Gryffindor student interrupted: "That doesn't have to be completely -"

"Raise your hand! Raise your hand and speak!"

No rules.

Chapter 162 What's outside?

Umbridge looked around at the students, her anger growing stronger and stronger. She clenched her fists, stood there like a short, fat, pink nail, and stretched her neck to shout at the children.

"I don't think you will be attacked in school. Moreover, according to the instructions of the Ministry of Magic, young wizards don't have to master so much..."

"But we have to use wands!"

"You didn't raise your hand, kid."

Hermione raised her hand again, but Umbridge slowly turned her head away...

For the first time, the little lion wanted to swear.

At this time, a Slytherin student finally grasped the key point. He did not raise his hand to ask a question, but shouted a sentence amid the noise.

"So, since we only know the theory, we can only cast a spell for the first time during the exam?"

Umbridge's fake face smiled even more. She turned her palm over to quiet the students, and then said: "I have repeated many times, as long as you learn the theory very well-" She stared at Hermione: "There is no need to linger on the barbaric teacher... In fact, I think she is not qualified to teach. The current headmaster of Hogwarts has done something out of line, and the Ministry of Magic is well aware of it. This is all because of Minister Cornelius Fudge's tolerance of Mr. Dumbledore..."

It doesn't matter what she studies, Harry has his own encyclopedia of spells from the Ministry of Magic. The problem is that she mentioned Mori Tsukisa many times...

This made the little Loli unhappy.

She raised her hand.

"Hmm? Miss Potter? I've just been wanting to say this for a long time, could you please take off your hood?"

Harry stood up and took off his hat, revealing his messy black hair. "Professor Mori Yuesha is not the barbarian you said she was... The users of spells and wizards' magic are not as smart as you said, professor."

As if to challenge, Umbridge suddenly stood up from her chair and walked towards her with her fat feet in black pointed high heels. "I think she is." She stood in front of Harry, lowered her head, and smiled with sarcasm: "I think she is, she is. Miss Potter," she leaned over and lowered her voice: "Without the help of others, you should always pay attention to the way you talk to me."

After she finished speaking, she quickly stepped away and turned to the students around her: "You don't need that. You don't need that. Children, whether it's Hogwarts or the outside world - under the leadership of the Minister of Magic, Mr. Cornelius Fudge, we are in a rare period of peace. Don't be like a certain old guy who is always alert and neurotic. There can be no danger outside."

Could there be something dangerous?

Harry pursed his lips and said softly:

"If you can apologize for what you just said about Professor Mori Yuesa, I won't tell them what's outside. Okay?"

"Apologize? You're kidding me, Potter."

"Well, there's a Voldemort out there."

There was an uproar.

“Quiet—Quiet!!”

Umbridge could no longer maintain that false smile, and the exasperated woman showed a terrible expression.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, Miss Potter."

She turned and said to the silent students, "Nonsense, complete nonsense. You only need to pay attention to the Daily Prophet to know who Harry Potter is. She is full of lies and always likes to attract attention."

The woman glanced at the girl who had no intention of saying anything back - she just lowered her head sullenly, staring at the ground with her beautiful dark green eyes in a daze.

true…

Pitiful.

She suppressed her smugness and explained to the children: "Perhaps some of you have read the latest issue of the Daily Prophet and saw the criminals who escaped from Azkaban - I think Miss Potter got the inspiration for her lie from there? Miss Rita Skeeter said that you were a girl who lied without blinking, but I thought it was unlikely at the time."

Umbridge looked at her with pity, and after noticing that the Slytherin students' faces were gradually showing signs of approval, she tilted her head and walked over there.

"The criminals in Azkaban are nothing, kids. You have to trust the Aurors. Maybe the evil ones have been caught as we speak."