HP Magic Biography

When the people in the classroom turned their heads to look at the three course goals still written on the blackboard and frowned at them, there was a brief silence.

"Use the defensive spell?" Professor Umbridge said with a little smile. "Why, I need you to use the defensive spell in my class, Mr. Fanlin El. You definitely don't want to be attacked in class."

"We will not use magic?" Ron yelled.

Professor Umbridge, still smiling, turned his back to him. Harry and Hermione also raised their hands immediately. Before Professor Umbridge asked her question, her eyes stopped on Harry for a while. "

"Well, Miss Granger? Do you want to ask other questions? Different from Mr. Fanlin's questions?"

"Yes," Hermione said affirmatively. "Are you sure that the whole point of defense against dark magic is to practice defense spells?"

"Are you an education expert in the magic department, Miss Granger?" Professor Umbridge said in a hypocritically sweet voice.

"No, but..." Umbridge interrupted her words before her words were finished.

"Okay, I'm afraid you are not yet qualified to determine the focus of the subject of Defence Against the Dark Arts. Smarter and older wizards than you have already determined what to learn for us. You will be safe and not take risks. The way to learn the defense spell..."

"But what's the use?" Harry said loudly. "We will be attacked, it will be useful..."

"Hand, Mr. Potter!" Professor Umbridge said in a louder voice.

"Harry..." Fanlin had a headache. He winked at Harry, but Harry didn't even look at him. They were too far apart.

Hardy thrust his hand into the air.

Once again, Professor Umbridge quickly turned and left, but now more people raised their hands.

"What is your name?" Professor Umbridge said to Dean. "Dean... Dean Thomas..."

"Well, Mr. Thomas?"

"So, it's like Harry said, right?" Dean said. "If we are attacked, it won't be dangerous."

"I said," Professor Umbridge said slowly, and made a deliberately irritating smile at Dean. "Do you want to be attacked in class?"

"No, but..."

Professor Umbridge interrupted him, "I don't want to criticize something that is happening in this school." She said, an unconvincing smile appeared on her wide mouth, "But you have already exposed this class. "Take some very unreliable wizards, very unreliable... don't mention it," she smiled sinisterly, "especially those of mixed blood."

"If you're talking about Professor Lupin," Dean became angry, "he is the best we have ever met—"

"Shut up! Mr. Thomas! As I said, when you learn some complex spells, and spells that are not suitable for your age, you can have fatal effects. You will only be when you encounter black spells at other times. I was horrified to believe what I said was right."

"No," Hermione said, "we just..."

"You didn't raise your hand, Miss Granger!" Hermione raised her hand, and Professor Umbridge turned and left her. "According to my understanding, my predecessor didn't just use illegal spells in front of you, he actually cast spells on you."

"Okay, he became a madman, didn't he?" Dean retorted fiercely. "Remind you, our load is still heavy."

"You didn't raise your hand, Mr. Thomas!" Professor Umbridge's voice trembled.

"Now, studying the theoretical knowledge of the Ministry of Magic will be enough for you to pass your exam. After all, everything about the school. What is your name?" She added, looking at Parvati, the hand just raised s student.

"Parvati Petir. But doesn't the Wizarding Dark Arts Defense Test involve a little practical experience? Shouldn't we assume to show the defensive spells and things we actually do?"

"As long as you learn enough theories and long enough, there is no reason why you can't complete a spell under careful and carefully controlled conditions." Umbridge said lightly.

"Without pre-practice?" Parvati said suspiciously. "Are you telling me that the first time we cast magic was during the exam?"

"I repeat, as long as you spend enough time to learn enough theories—"

"So good theory is going into the real world?" Harry said loudly, holding his hand in the air again. Professor Umbridge looked up.

"This is the school, Mr. Potter, not the real world," she said softly.

"So we don't need to prepare to wait for our battle?"

"There is no battle waiting for us, Mr. Potter."

"Oh, isn't it?" Harry said, his mood beneath the surface had reached a boiling point.

"Do you want to attack that child? Or... you yourself?" Professor Umbridge asked in a sweet and terrifying voice.

"Well, let me think about it." Ha replied with a voice pretending to be thinking, "Perhaps, Voldemort?"

Ron began to gasp, Lavender Brown let out a small scream, and Neville almost slipped off his chair. Seamus had a look of disdain. As for the rest of the people, they were a little more shocked. Fanlin and Hermione frowned. This is simply Harry's standard configuration. If anything, honest Gryffin. many.

But Professor Umbridge did not flinch. She looked at Harry coldly, with a satisfied expression on her face.

"Gryffindor deducts 50 points." The classroom became quiet. Everyone was looking at Professor Umbridge or Harry.

"Now, let me make things simple." Professor Umbridge stood up and leaned toward him, her short, thick fingers spread out on the table. "You tell me a dark wizard is resurrected..."

"He's not dead~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Harry said angrily. "And, he's back! ""Mr. Potter... I have to warn you, you... have... given you... the academy... lost... 50 points, so... don't... make things worse... worse No," Professor Umbridge yelled at him word by word but didn't look at him.

"You notified us that a dark wizard has become stronger. This is a lie."

"This is not a lie!" Harry said. "I saw him. I fought him!"

"Confinement, Mr. Potter," Professor Umbridge said triumphantly. "Tomorrow night. 5 o'clock. My office. As I told you, this is a lie. The Ministry of Magic guarantees that you will not be in danger because of any dark wizards. If you are still worried, you can explain it to you one hour after class. If Some people lied to you that the Dark Wizard was born again. I would love to hear it. I can help you. I am your friend. Now, continue your reading, page 5, "Basic Principles for Beginners""

Professor Umbridge was sitting behind her desk. Harry stood up. Everyone looked at him; Seamus was half scared and half fascinated.