"How's it going, Harry?" Hermione asked worriedly, "What did Professor McGonagall say?"
"Professor McGonagall said she couldn't make Umbridge change her mind." Harry ate the food in front of him calmly, not caring about it at all.
"What should we do?" Ron asked anxiously.
"What can we do? Of course we can go to Umbridge's place to be detained."
Harry turned his head to look at the people whispering around him and immersed himself in eating again. He never thought that other people's malicious intentions were so obvious.
Those who were whispering to each other, those who were looking at him strangely, didn't care whether Harry heard their discussions.
On the contrary, they seemed to want Harry to get angry because of this and wanted to see him behave ugly when he was angry.
"Umbridge's plan was quite successful!"
Harry poured a tranquilizer from the medicine bottle and threw it into his mouth, and said without saltiness: "She just wants me to admit that Voldemort has not come back, so that the Ministry of Magic can publicize it, 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 see the worry in each other's eyes.
"People are afraid of facing the cruel truth." Harry laughed at himself, "Wizards who think I lie can line up from the entrance hall to the other end of the hall."
"Harry, what did you eat just now?" Ron asked in a low voice.
"You mean this?"
Harry expressionlessly took out a medicine bottle from his robe pocket and introduced it to Hermione and Ron: "Tranquilizer, Sirius gave it to me before I came to Hogwarts. The dose is very small, but it can make me happy."
Stay calm for a short period of time."
"Have you always eaten this?" Hermione became increasingly uneasy.
"Yes, since the last trial, I have found that it is important to stay calm." Harry stuffed the pill bottle back into his pocket and said calmly, "Anderson is right, mindless rage cannot solve the problem, so sometimes I control
If you can't control your emotions, you will take one pill to calm yourself down."
"Really effective?" Ron was a little skeptical about this.
"Of course it works." Harry knew what they were worried about and continued, "Umbridge is not a peaceful guy. She will also try to change Hogwarts, which will definitely cause anger and resentment. What's more, Umbridge
Mric's teaching level is really poor, which is a cruel fact that cannot be changed no matter what."
Ignoring the gossip around him, Harry finished the last piece of food on the plate, took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, looking as if I was very calm.
"What about the Quidditch selection?" Ron suddenly asked.
"It's probably not possible. Umbridge probably won't let me play Quidditch comfortably." Harry said to Ron: "If you ask Angelina to find a substitute, maybe I won't be able to play the game by then. Forget it.
I'll go find her myself, I remember Albert is a pretty good seeker himself."
Harry had no intention of telling Ron and Hermione about the conversation with Albert in Professor McGonagall's office, not to mention that this was not a good place for whispering.
He knew very well that the plan sounded very reliable and seemed very likely to be implemented, but it was really hard to say whether it would be useful.
Overall, it still depends on luck and when Umbridge invites him to drink.
After dinner, Harry found Angelina at the Gryffindor table and told her about his situation.
"So, you put yourself in solitary confinement." Angelina yelled at Harry.
"Umbridge specifically targeted me on the first day she entered Hogwarts, and there was nothing I could do about it." Harry's tone was very calm, "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 party, but she didn't expect that it would come true so quickly.
"He said he was not free." Angelina left angrily. She quickly found Albert who was reading in the library and told him about Harry.
"Actually, the possibility of you winning the championship this year is extremely low." After listening to Angelina's words, Albert reminded him kindly: "Umbridge will inevitably favor Slytherin. She always needs to win over an academy.
At that time, she only needs to find an excuse to get Potter suspended. If you don't have a suitable seeker, you can try Ginny Weasley first, her skills are not bad."
"Suspended?" Angelina repeated in disbelief.
"Are you surprised?" Albert put down the book and looked at Angelina, who was sitting weakly in the chair. "Potter went to a formal court during the summer vacation and was almost deprived of the qualification to become a wizard by the Ministry of Magic."
"Is it because of the mysterious man?" Angelina asked with wide eyes.
"He is the savior, Dumbledore's favorite disciple." Albert nodded and said, "And the Ministry of Magic has been cracking down on Dumbledore recently, and Potter is just incidentally."
After Angelina walked away with a depressed look on her face, Fred, George and Lee Jordan appeared out of nowhere.
"What does she want from you?" Fred asked curiously.
"Talk about Potter being in detention."
"Harry is really working hard." George said with emotion.
"After all, he is the savior. It's normal to have to work hard." Albert said calmly, "I think he had a premonition himself."
Harry has indeed grown a lot, especially when Harry calmed down and his combat power soared.
"The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is indeed terrible." Lee Jordan brought the topic back to the topic, "We have already spread the news, and I think most people know what this class is like."
"Do you think everyone will boycott Umbridge?" George felt that the probability of this happening was low.
"It depends on the situation, it's usually difficult, but..." Albert said meaningfully, "There are always special circumstances."
"What special circumstances?"
…
"good morning students!"
Umbridge said with a smirk on her face after the class entered the classroom on Wednesday morning.
However, no one responded.
There was an eerie silence in the classroom.
"That's not okay," said Professor Umbridge. "I want you to answer like this: 'Good morning, Professor Umbridge.' Please do it again. Good morning, students!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! There was still silence in the classroom. Everyone was looking at the words on the blackboard and began to whisper to each other.
"It turns out it's true."
"She really doesn't know how to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts!"
"What should we do with our N.E.W.T.?"
"I wonder if Anderson will give us more extra lessons!"
"I heard that he was busy this year and wouldn't give me any extra lessons."
"What should I do..."
There were a lot of whispers in the classroom, and no one really gave Umbridge face, not to mention the male and female student council presidents who directly ignored Umbridge's words.
There is no way, no one can 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 N.E.W.T. doesn't test it.
This is because I don’t want them to get good grades in N.E.W.T.!
What is the Ministry of Magic's intentions?
The smile on Umbridge's face gradually stiffened. She didn't expect that the seventh-grade students would not give her any face. She looked at the president of the Boys' and Girls' Union, cleared her throat, and said, "Mr. Anderson? Miss McDougal."
"
"Professor Umbridge," Albert said slowly, "You also know that we are about to face the pressure of N.E.W.T. this year. Everyone just wants to get excellent results in the next N.E.W.T. so that they can graduate next year.
In the end, you can get a good job. Can you list the defense against dark arts spells that we need to master this year, as well as the key points that may be covered in the exam, so that we can prepare for it after class?"
As soon as Albert finished speaking, there was a burst of applause in the classroom.
Umbridge's face turned even darker. She took a deep breath and said, "Oh, of course, letting students pass the exam is the purpose of the school. The Ministry of Magic believes that theoretical knowledge can help you more effectively. In view of the fact that you have
There is no qualified teacher at all..."
"Professor, we have finished learning the theoretical knowledge." Digory interrupted.
"Professor, what we need is for everyone to get high scores in the N.E.W.T. exam." Katrina reminded rudely.
"Professor, what we need is not this garbage."
"Professor, is the Ministry of Magic planning to make us all fail our N.E.W.T. results?"
"Professor, if you can't do it, ask an assistant to teach!"
"professor……"
"professor……"
"professor……"
There are a lot of students in the Defense Against Dark Arts class this time, and it’s all thanks to Albert. After Lupine and Barty Jr.’s classes, everyone now attaches great importance to the N.E.W.T. results, not to mention there is Voldemort outside.
of rumors.
Regardless of whether it is true or not, it is more important to learn some useful defense against black magic.
As for what theory to learn, I really don’t do it to fool others.
Of course, if no one takes the lead, connects, and sows dissension, no student in the class will dare to confront Umbridge head-on.
But now their student union president takes the lead.
Well, it doesn't count, but Albert is obviously dissatisfied with Umbridge's rubbish courses.
This is undoubtedly a good opportunity. No one wants to endure such a course, especially the N.E.W.T., which is the most important thing in life. Even if they are Slytherin students, no one wants to get a passing grade or worse in the Defense Against the Dark Arts N.E.W.T.
score.
Therefore, they must not let Umbridge mess around in their Defense Against the Dark Arts class. If not, just let Umbridge go away and let Albert teach them.
Albert is not free the rest of the time, but he will definitely be free during class time.
That's a duel champion.
A tough guy who doesn't even blink like a black wizard.
No one can doubt Albert's teaching quality.
"Ahem, of course we believe you are a very good teacher," Albert coughed lightly, signaling for everyone to quiet down.
"In view of the actual situation of this course, everyone has to make preparations in advance." He did not intend to continue to push Umbridge, and was ready to give up when he saw fit, so as to avoid a bad ending, so he changed the topic.
"We are just worried that Headmaster Dumbledore has not told you the truth about this course."
Someone in the classroom said this, causing a lot of snickering and whispering.
"The reality of this course?"
Umbridge noticed that everyone was looking at her strangely.
"Professor, you really don't know?" Lee Jordan looked shocked.
"This position is said to have been cursed by a mysterious man." Fred's voice was shaking a little, and he didn't know whether it was because he was frightened or he was trying to hold back laughter.
"No professor can teach safely for a year. From the time we entered the first grade until now, two professors have died. One is missing and suspected to be dead. One almost had his soul sucked away by a dementor. One was seriously injured and will take forever.
Staying at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, the best result was the first-year Professor Bard. He knew about the curse and ran away early in the middle of teaching."
Everyone looked at Umbridge with pity, as if her fate was already determined.
Umbridge's face turned livid.
"I bet Headmaster Dumbledore didn't tell her the truth about this subject."
"Maybe she didn't take the curse seriously at all and thought it was a lie."
"I remember that Lockhart didn't believe this either. The result... it was really tragic!"
"It's really miserable. I heard it won't get better."
Umbridge naturally knew about the curse. After all, she also attended Hogwarts, so she naturally knew something about the curse. She didn't take it seriously at all, but... the curse seemed to be real?
Umbridge's face looked ugly, and she felt that she needed to investigate this matter.
However, she never expected that the president of the Male and Female Student Union would directly lead someone to attack her in the first class.
Of course, although the actual situation may not be that, Umbridge still firmly believes that this matter has something to do with them.
What makes her most uncomfortable is that Albert Anderson is very difficult to mess with!
Yes, it's very difficult to mess with.
Because he didn't actually do anything, he just raised an issue that everyone was more concerned about, and it was her personal fault that it became like this.
Everyone will only think that there is something wrong with Umbridge's teaching, which will cause dissatisfaction among the students.
Umbridge did not dare to have a direct conflict with the students. She arranged the self-study from which page in the textbook to which page, 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 a chance to step down by then. Even if she wants to rectify it, it won't happen now.
Everyone stared at Umbridge's leaving figure, and all of them immediately turned their attention to Anderson, who was sitting on the teacher's bench.
"How about you give us a lecture?" Someone suggested
"Forget it, I don't want to test the power of the curse myself," Albert had no intention of teaching others.
"What about our Defense Against the Dark Arts exam?"
"I can provide you with the key points of the N.E.W.T. test and give you some reference." Albert took out his wand, tapped the blackboard behind him, and said to the students below, "If you want to copy the key points, copy them slowly. Think
Just sleep and don’t disturb other people by talking loudly.”
Everyone looked at each other and took out parchment and quills one after another. The classroom suddenly fell into a strange silence, with only the sound of quills writing on the parchment. Everyone was copying the key points. They all had a premonition that it would be difficult for them to make mistakes.
Learned really useful knowledge from Mrich's class.
Otherwise, let that guy get lost.
In the past, perhaps no students would have such thoughts, but it is different now because they have Albert.