Afternoon.

Gryffindor common room.

"You can't go to class!" Hermione said.

"Just say you've relapsed!" Ron suggested.

"Pretend to be dizzy, feverish, and not clear-headed!" Hermione said.

"George and Fred have some fast-acting skip-the-school candy!" Ron said.

"No, I can't do that." Michelle said firmly, "I don't think these methods can deceive Umbridge. And you also heard that if I don't go to class, she will be deducted for truancy.

Gryffindor house points. I can’t let the efforts of everyone in the house go to waste just for my own selfish desires!

And the most important point.

Umbridge made no secret of her malice towards me, and there will definitely be many more such things in the future.

Even if I can escape her troubles this time, what about next time? What about next time?

I'm a Gryffindor!

I’m not afraid of challenges!”

Hearing this, Ron's eyes were already starting to shine.

It can be said that Michelle's last words spoke to his heart and made his heart surge with excitement!

Hermione, on the other hand, is much more sensible.

She frowned and wanted to persuade Michelle.

But at this moment, Harry, who had been silent next to him, suddenly said:

"Michelle has to go to class."

"Harry——"

Hermione yelled in disbelief.

"Michelle," Harry ignored Hermione and said to Michelle solemnly, "you can't let Umbridge find an opportunity to put you in solitary confinement, absolutely not?"

Michelle frowned and said:

"Harry, why do you say that?"

"Because it's painful," said Harry. "It's very painful!"

Ron was confused and said:

"I don't understand, Harry, you were imprisoned by Umbridge. Didn't you say that Umbridge just punished you to copy sentences?"

"It's true that I copied sentences, but she asked me to use her quill pen to copy. And that quill pen was enchanted by her!"

As Harry spoke, he exposed the back of his right hand.

Everyone can see it clearly.

There was a series of red marks on the back of his hand.

It's like the flesh has been peeled off and grown back again.

The red seal looked a bit like handwriting, but it was so immature that it was almost impossible to distinguish.

"I can't lie." Harry read out the words on the back of his hand in a vague voice, "That pen uses my blood as ink. Every time I write a letter on the paper, it will appear on the paper.

The exact same handwriting is carved on the back of my hand...

So Michelle must not be imprisoned!

Umbridge was deliberately causing trouble for her, hoping to hit John!

If Umbridge really succeeds, she will definitely use more cruel methods to deal with Michelle!"

"Oh my God! How could Umbridge do that?!"

Hermione's eyes suddenly turned red, "We have to tell Dumbledore!"

"No! Hermione, this is tantamount to giving up to Umbridge!" Harry said seriously, "As Michelle just said, I am a Gryffindor! I am not afraid of challenges!"

Hermione was speechless.

She looked at Harry for a while and then at Michelle, so anxious that she broke out in sweat.

Michelle suddenly smiled.

She stood up and patted Hermione on the shoulder and said:

"It's almost time, we should go to class. Go early, don't be late. Just like Harry said, we can't let Umbridge catch us."

After saying that, Michelle stood up first and walked towards the exit of the public rest room.

Harry and Ron followed with high spirits.

Seeing this, Hermione could only stamp her feet and followed behind.

Because it was still early, when they walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, there were not many people in the classroom.

But Umbridge was already sitting behind the podium.

Seeing Michelle and others walking into the classroom, she had an undisguised look of disappointment on her face.

This made Hermione's face turn a little pale.

She understood that Michelle had guessed correctly.

Umbridge really wanted to catch them being late.

I'm afraid if they are even one minute late for this class, Umbridge will immediately deduct points from Gryffindor, label them as truant, and send them to the office to 'copy sentences'!

Fortunately, Michelle didn't let her succeed!

Hermione looked at Michelle with some admiration.

Michelle nodded towards her and found a place to sit down with Hermione and others.

There were slowly more people in the classroom.

The whole class was silent when they entered the classroom, looking dejected.

But Umbridge's mood improved again, and she laughed in her throat:

"Good afternoon, classmate!"

Several classmates muttered "Good afternoon" in reply.

"Tsk, tsk," Umbridge said with a look of disgust, "Have you forgotten what I taught you before? I hope you will answer like this: 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' Please do it again. Classmates

,good afternoon!"

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge." The students replied in unison.

Umbridge said with satisfaction:

"That's right!"

The students' mood became even more depressed.

Without waiting for Umbridge's instructions, many people had already put away their wands and took out their quills.

"Umbridge is a very annoying guy. She has no teaching ability at all, even worse than Quirrell." Hermione explained in a low voice, "At least Quirrell occasionally teaches us some practical Defense Against the Dark Arts.

?

And Umbridge would only ask us to copy books and memorize them every time to learn those meaningless 'basic principles'!

She didn't even allow us to practice actual magic!

If this continues, how are we going to pass the OWL exam?"

Michelle nodded silently.

You can tell from the reactions of the students around her how unpopular Umbridge is.

However, what happened next was beyond the expectations of Michelle, Hermione and others.

Because Umbridge did not continue to ask them to recite and copy some "basic principles" as usual, but smiled and said:

"Today, we are going to take a brand new course - "Fairy Protection Class". At the same time, I will also introduce you to a new professor."

After saying this, Umbridge opened the classroom door.

At noon, the goblin in purple robe raised his head and walked in with an arrogant look.

"Let's all give a warm welcome! Professor Bosch! Bang bang bang——"

Umbridge was the only one in the classroom applauding.

The students all looked puzzled and whispered.

"Bosch is French and means brush!"

Hermione said softly.
To be continued...