Hogwarts Reading Days

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

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

"So what?" Ron asked anxiously.

"What can be done? Go to Umbridge for solitary confinement, of course."

Harry turned his head to look at the people whispering around him, and buried his head in eating again. He never thought that other people's malice could be 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 has been 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 to face 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 time."

"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 tell Ron and Hermione about the conversation with Albert in Professor McGonagall's office, and 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 and 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 be fulfilled 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 his 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 the Ministry of Magic has been attacking Dumbledore recently, and Potter is just incidental."

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

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

"Talking 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.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts is really bad." Lee Jordan pulled back to the topic, "We've already spread the news, and I think most people know what's 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 circumstances?"

……

"good morning students!"

Umbridge said with a smirk on Wednesday morning after the 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!"

"Then what should our NEWT do?"

"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 for others."

"Then what to do..."

There was a lot of whispering 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 NEWT doesn't test it.

Gu Jun</span> doesn't want them to get good results in NEWT!

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 also know that the pressure of the NEWT we are about to face this year, everyone now only wants to get excellent results in the next NEWT so that they can graduate next year Finally, you 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's words fell, the classroom suddenly 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 NEWT exam." Katrina reminded rudely.

"Professor, we don't need this garbage."

"Professor, is the Ministry of Magic going to make us all fail NEWT?"

"Professor, if you can't do it, change to an assistant to take the class!"

"professor……"

"professor……"

"professor……"

There are a lot of students in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class this time, thanks to Albert. After Lupine and Barty's class, everyone now attaches great importance to the results of NEWT, not to mention there is Voldemort outside. rumors.

Whether it's true or not, it's 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 there is no one to take the lead, connect with each other, and sow discord, no one in the class would dare to confront Umbridge head-on.

But, now their student body president is taking the lead.

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

This is undoubtedly a good opportunity, no one wants to endure such a course, especially the most important NEWT in their life, even if they are students of Slytherin, no one wants to get a pass or worse in the NEWT of Defense Against the Dark Arts score.

Therefore, 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's a duel champion.

Hard-bodied dark wizards are tough guys without blinking an eye.

No one would doubt Albert's teaching level.

"Ahem, of course we believe that 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 hasn't told you the truth about this class."

Someone in the classroom came up with such a sentence, which caused snickers and whispers.

"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 he was trying to hold back his laughter.

"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 livid.

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

"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."

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

Umbridge looked sour, and she felt the need to look into the 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, though that might not have been the case, Umbridge was still convinced it had something to do with them.

What bothered her the most was that Albert Anderson was not easy to mess with!

Yes, very difficult to mess with.

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

Everyone will only think that there is a problem with Umbridge's teaching, which will cause dissatisfaction among the students.

Umbridge didn't dare to confront the students head-on. He arranged self-study from 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 back as he left, and all of them immediately turned their attention to Anderson who was 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," said Albert, who didn't plan to teach others.

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

"I can provide you with the key points of the NEWT exam and give you some references." Albert took out his wand, tapped on 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 go.

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

When the mayor heard this, he let out a sigh of relief, and all the squires fell down one by one.Immediately, flattery came over like they didn't want money. .seven

"Uncle Jiu deserves to be Uncle Jiu, he is amazing!"

"..."

"Uncle Nine is our Renjia Town's Dinghaishenzhen!"

"..."

"Uncle Jiu is worthy of being a disciple of Maoshan, Taoism is superb, I suggest..."

The flattering skills of a group of squires are really extraordinary, one or two, they come as soon as they open their mouths, it seems that they don't need to think about it.

"Ugh……"

Uncle Jiu sighed slightly.

"Why, Uncle Jiu, is there any hidden danger in this matter?"

Seeing the mayor, his heart sank and he asked quickly.

"That's right, Uncle Nine, this...couldn't there be any accidents?"

Some squires, who were paying attention to Uncle Jiu's expression, hurriedly asked.

They can't help but be careless.

After all, this matter is related to their wealth and lives.

"Everyone misunderstood, this matter was completely resolved, but... What Pindao didn't expect was that that evil beast actually slaughtered hundreds of lives in Huang Zhai.

Poor Dao face to face, but can not save, I really feel ashamed.Huang Wanwan and his son were also murdered by this evil beast, and Pindao was also unable to save them. "

Uncle Jiu sighed, his face heavy.

"Everyone, I can't blame my senior brother for this incident. After all, manpower is exhausted. The evil beast that caused the disaster is a quasi-evil god. An existence of this level is stronger than me and other cultivators. .

save people from them...