Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

Chapter 604 Ron and Hermione are my goddess!

"I remembered," Draco looked at Ron suspiciously, "last semester, you and Poto got very close."

These words reminded Seamus, who nodded and said, "There was indeed a period of time when you and Potter were almost inseparable."

"Percy asked me to be friends with Harry. As you know, Percy likes to make friends with famous wizards."

Ron hurriedly found an excuse to excuse himself. Before meeting Harry, he didn't want his classmates to know what Harry had done, otherwise he would have no leverage to blackmail Harry.

"Oh no," Dean suddenly screamed, picked up a pile of notes, ran out, and shouted without looking back: "Hurry up, the afternoon class is Pink Toad's Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

Draco and Seamus' expressions changed, and they jumped out of bed in a hurry without thinking about the truth of Ron's words.

"Come on Ron," Seamus reminded kindly, "don't get caught by that toad."

"What?" Ron was surprised again, "Shouldn't Defense Against the Dark Arts in second grade be on Wednesday or Friday?"

"How can you expect a wizard with the title of headmaster and Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to only attend two classes a week?" Draco snorted.

"You don't need to bring anything, except the shorthand quill and notebook." Seamus dragged Ron out of the dormitory.

"I advise you not to do that. Please see clearly, Hogwarts has changed." Draco said quietly.

"Please those Gryffindors who are late, please write down 'I won't be late again' and get started."

Ron understood and picked up the quill tremblingly, but did not have the courage to write down the punishment on the back of his hand.

"I want to chase Granger, please help me." Ron said to his three roommates, with excitement written on his face.

"Under the protection of the Ministry of Magic, students in a peaceful society do not need to fight against black magic. The cost of practicing spells needs to be made up for by theoretical knowledge."

"She is the know-it-all lady you mentioned...who leads all the students in the school?" Ron's mouth opened in shock.

Ron looked at a girl in the front row of the classroom.

"What?" Seamus suspected that he heard wrongly, "What did you say?"

Umbridge sat on a long-legged high chair on the podium, looking down at the little wizard below.

Ron thought to himself: Isn't it just a punishment for copying? I thought it was so terrible.

It adds a touch of warmth to the empty and cold theoretical knowledge of defense against black magic.

"The ultimate witch!"

Ron felt like he had entered a big honeypot, and Hermione's voice seemed to have a strange magic that made him feel comfortable all over.

"She can't wait to turn all the magic classes at Hogwarts into Defense Against the Dark Arts classes!"

Ron couldn't accept it for a moment. He had planned to talk to Harry, but now it seemed that his plan was ruined.

Hermione used her own way to gain the respect and help of teachers and students at Hogwarts.

"We all have. Almost every student here has been punished."

Then, Ron saw the girl who had occupied all his attention just now, Shi Shiran stood up, standing tall and graceful.

Both the little lions of Gryffindor and the little eagles of Ravenclaw were all immersed in Hermione's recitation. A paradise seemed to appear before their eyes, and their minds drifted into the distance with Hermione's soft voice.

She said to the four Dracos with a sweet voice and a smile.

"What are you doing?" Seamus looked dissatisfied. "Miss Know-It-All's recitation is rare. My soul has been soothed like never before. It's all your fault for ruining this beauty."

Wait, who is that?

Seamus didn't move his mouth, but he explained clearly. He obviously had experience in telling small talk.

Hermione also resisted Umbridge in class, but in the end she changed, comforting her classmates in her own way, and secretly building confidence.

Ron glanced around, eyes widening in shock.

Umbridge was also immersed in her own thoughts.

"Okay," Ron admitted defeat, "Obviously I only took sick leave for half a year, but it feels like half a century has passed. Can anyone be merciful and tell me which book I need to bring?"

"Because the Warriors are from Gryffindor and Slytherin, so the toad is trying to use Gryffindor and Slytherin houses to fight Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw."

Hermione's voice was like clear spring water, sweet and caring.

Ron finally found a suitable metaphor from his barren brain, but his mood sank to the bottom.

He ran into the classroom on the third floor and met Umbridge's cold gaze.

"Please ask Granger to read aloud, Section 8, Paragraph 1 to Paragraph 7 of "Theoretical Knowledge of Defense Against the Dark Arts"."

"I don't know where your fantasies have gone? But the motivation for me to persist is to wait for Brother Moriarty."

She waved a stubby black wand and pointed at the blackboard, and lines of text appeared one after another.

"First of all, what is different from practice is that theoretical guidance requires every student to relax and be calm..."

Ron couldn't believe his eyes because of all this. Compared to a professor, this place looked more like...

"How do you write without ink?" Ron asked Seamus next to him quietly.

The ten-minute recitation ended, and the classroom was peaceful.

The four second-grade lion cubs hurriedly hurried but were still late.

"Seamus, why? Don't we have Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Slytherin?"

"When did Ravenclaw have such a wonderful girl!"

Ron stared at Hermione without blinking, his heart beating wildly, and he confirmed in his eyes, you are my goddess!

"In accordance with the "Education Order No. 25" promulgated by the Ministry of Magic, this article is used to guide second-year students at Hogwarts on the theoretical knowledge of defense against dark magic."

Umbridge placed four quills on the podium.

Ron walked up first and was stunned when he saw the quill, which had no ink.

Whenever "Theoretical Knowledge" is read aloud, Hermione always cheers herself up like this.

He also found that he was not the only one like this, everyone was like this - Umbridge also became less disgusting, it seemed that she was in a daze?

Gryffindor…and Ravenclaw?

By the way, it's more like a courtroom used by the Ministry of Magic to judge prisoners! This is it.

"Good brother, you have to help me chase her."

Ron was dumbfounded, and a feeling of excitement surged into his brain.

Emotions were added to the "loud voice" spell, which was the first spell Hermione improved.

Her long light brown hair hangs down over her shoulders, and her wide school robe cannot hide her slim waist and back. The profile of her face that is accidentally exposed when turning the pages of a book is so exquisite that it would be seen at a glance in a crowd of thousands of people.

However, his roommate's words made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Coherent and clear language came out of Hermione's mouth slowly and unhurriedly.

From the bottom of her heart, she didn't want such stupid teaching materials to appear in Hogwarts, a holy place of magic, but she learned to tolerate it.

Then he was ecstatic and his eyes suddenly became greedy.

"Are you sick again? Do you know who Miss Know-It-All's crush is?"

The once bright classroom was now covered with black marble floors, and portraits of wizards hung on the walls - Ron had never seen them.

Seamus looked at Ron warily.

It’s hard to see clearly what was written, but the traces left show how bloody it was at that time.

Even the little wizard in the classroom has become a stranger!

Ron took a quick look and saw students in red school robes and blue school robes sitting on both sides.

"who is she?"

There are many people behind the curse. Professor Flitwick provided technical support, and Professor Snape provided the emotional potion that kept Hermione calm.

"Damn it, this is Hogwarts? It's even more abominable than being executed!" Ron said as he was about to throw the quill to the ground.

Dean said as he held the pen in his right hand and wrote "I won't be late again" on the back of his left hand. Suddenly, a faint handwriting appeared on his skin.

"Written on the hand." Seamus gritted his teeth and said, and Ron suddenly saw a line of vague writing on the back of Seamus' left hand.

"We have classes with Ravenclaw, Slytherin with Hufflepuff, whatever it is, that's it."

Suddenly, Umbridge stood up, and Ron was so frightened that he quickly retracted his head.

Draco and the other two skillfully took away the quills, walked to the last row of the classroom, and started writing.

He poked Seamus, and poked Seamus repeatedly until Seamus woke up.

"Stay away from our goddess!"

Dean looked angry, as if Ron had done something deeply offensive.

"Granger's existence is the motivation for us to persevere. Almost every boy thinks that Granger is the goddess of Hogwarts. Put away your dirty thoughts - if you don't want to be isolated and beaten up."

Draco said coldly that now he could see clearly who Ron was.

(Ron continues to commit suicide)

(End of chapter)