HP Magic Biography

In fact, Umbridge is not all a soft-head. In the next few days, Umbridge seemed to have discovered Harry’s anomaly. Perhaps the black quill did not have any effect, but it was surprising. Umbridge didn't break this matter, but in the last day, the enhanced version of the quill still added new scars to the back of Harry's hand.

"Here," Hermione said nervously, and put a small bottle of yellow liquid in front of Harry who had just returned to the lounge. "Put your hand in. It can dissolve your wound. This is an analgesic. Fanlin just configured the potion, it should be very effective, put your hand in."

Harry exposed the wound, put his hand close to the bottle, and felt the pain lessened completely.

Crookshanks crouched on Fanlin's legs, making a whirring sound, then jumped onto Harry's knee and rubbed it lightly.

"Thank you!" Harry said gratefully and stroked Crookshanks' ear with his left hand.

"I still think you should argue." Ron said in a very low tone.

"No, no..." Harry said weakly. "McGonagall would go crazy if she knew..."

"Well, she might..." Harry was silent for a moment, then lowered his head.

Harry said unclearly, "Umbridge issued an order that anyone who complains will be fired immediately."

Ron opened his mouth but didn't say a word, and after a while, he closed it again, showing a kind of helplessness.

"She is a terrible woman!" Hermione said in a small voice.

"It's awful, you know what, when you first came in, I was telling Fanlin that we should do something to her, but Fanlin seems to have something, maybe someone sent him something..."

"It doesn't matter... In fact, I recommend using poison." Ron said cruelly, obviously, Ron had already hated Umbridge to the extreme.

"No... I mean, she is a very bad teacher, and we haven't learned anything about defense from her." Hermione said

"So, what can we do?" Ron said with a yawn. "It's too late, isn't it? She has got the job, she has stayed here. Fudge has already made an affirmation."

"Uh..." Hermione said hypothetically, "you know, I was thinking today..."

Hermione turned her gaze to Harry and said, "I think—maybe we have time to let us do—do our own thing."

"What do we do?" Harry said suspiciously, still putting his hand in the configured potion.

"Then—we learn how to resist black magic ourselves." Hermione said.

"Stop talking..." Ron groaned painfully, "Do you want us to do extra homework? Didn't you realize that it's only the second week that Harry and I are buried in the homework?"

"But it's more important than homework!" Hermione said Harry and Ron looked at her with eyes wide open.

"I don't think there is anything more important than doing homework." Ron said.

"Don't be silly, of course." Hermione said, and Harry looked at it with a sense of danger, and her face showed the enthusiasm of when she first started the House Elf Protection Association.

"This is to prepare ourselves, as Harry said, when Umbridge was in the first class, she asked us to do it over there. We have to make sure we can protect ourselves."

"We can't do much for ourselves..." Ron said in a defeated tone. "I mean, we can find them in the library and practice them, I think--"

"No, I agree, we can find out from the book and practice by ourselves," Hermione said. "But we need a teacher, one that suits us, who can tell us how to use it and how to correct it when we make a mistake. ."

"If we talk to Lupin..." Harry hesitated and said.

"No, no, we won't find Lupin," Hermione said. "He's too busy with organizing things. I found over there that he often couldn't stop even on weekends."

"So, who?" Harry frowned at Hermione and Hermione sighed deeply.

"Isn't it obvious?" Hermione said.

"You mean... Fanlin?" Harry hesitated, "Oh, Fanlin is indeed suitable. In fact, his defense against the dark arts is stronger than the average Auror."

"He can indeed, but we have to consider that Fanlin's curse is not something we can use. Of course, he can teach us with his ability. After all, he has always done this, but he alone is not enough. "Hermione said, "In fact, he is more suitable for private tutoring, to find the most suitable one or several people..."

"Then you guys..." Harry was silent for a while, except for Fanlin, he could not think of...

"We're talking about you, Harry." Hermione said suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, the scene was silent for a while. The charcoal banged in the fireplace under the window behind Ron.

"What about me?" Harry asked.

"I think you should teach everyone how to resist black magic."

Harry stared at Hermione. Then Hermione turned to Ron, as if Hermione was doing something unrealistic like the House Elf Conservation Society. But Harry was even more surprised that Ron didn't even mean to be unhappy. He frowned and appeared to be thinking. Then he said "It's an idea!"

"What's the idea?" Harry asked incredulously.

"You and Fanlin, you two together..." Ron said, "Teach us."

"But" Harry smiled suddenly, it must be the two of them shaking his legs.

"But I'm not a teacher, I won't...Moreover, I think Fanlin can do very well!"

"Harry, you are the best person to teach defense against dark magic in this grade other than Fanlin." Hermione said

"Me?" Harry said, grinning harder on his face. "No, I am not, you can beat me every time you take an exam—"

"Actually, I am not." Hermione said calmly. "You were taller than me in the third year... That was the only year we both sat in the exam and that year there was one who understood the subject. The teacher came to teach us. I didn't tell you my grades that time, Harry. You did it that time!"

"Then what do you mean?"

"You know, I don't know any bad guys can teach me." Ron said with a smile, turning his face to Harry. "Let's think about it," he said, pretending to look like Gore. "The first year-you saved the Philosopher's Stone from the mysterious man."

"But it's just luck," Harry said, ‘this does not represent strength. I couldn’t release a spell at the time. If it wasn’t for Fanlin’s command..."

"The next year," Ron interrupted him, "You killed the basilisk and destroyed Riddle~www.wuxiaspot.com~Yes, but it was Fox and Fanlin who helped me, I—"

"In the third year," Ron said with a higher volume, "you defeated hundreds of dementors at once--"

"You know it was a fluke, if that time converter—"

"Last year," Ron almost shouted, "you fought the mysterious man again and escaped—"

"Listen to me!" Harry said angrily, because Ron and Hermione were both smiling triumphantly. "Just listen to me, okay? It sounds like this, but all the factors are luck-I don't do anything half the time, I don't plan anything, I don't even think about it, just every time Can get help—"

Ron and Hermione were still laughing, Harry's fire was even bigger, but he didn't even know why he was so angry. "Don't just do it here and laugh, you know you can do better than me," he said angrily. "I don't even know what happened. I just happened to be here. It's not that I am very good at defending against dark magic. Research-I just happened to break in-don't laugh!!!"