69novels Chapter 114 Confrontation
Chapter 114 Confrontation
Chapter 114 Confrontation
In her heart, she complained about a boring class, boring teacher, An turned to the fifth page of her "Magic Defense Theory", read a few sentences, and then stared blankly.
A few minutes passed in silence in the classroom, but it was clear that most of the students were absent-minded.
After being dazed for a while, Ann shifted her gaze to other people. Fanny beside her was obviously also in a daze with her chin resting on her chin, and the group of Gryffindor people to the right, she was suddenly taken aback. Suddenly woke up.
Hermione, sitting to her front right, hadn't even opened her Theory of Defense Against Magic.She stared unblinkingly at Professor Umbridge, one hand held high.
What does she want to do?
It's a pity that you can't see the front face, you can only see the side face, otherwise An will definitely lip-sync Hermione.
Ann slightly raised her head to look at Professor Umbridge again. Professor Umbridge's eyes were opposite to Hermione's. She was looking firmly at the other side, that is, the Slytherin students.
Unceremoniously, Ann nudged Fanny and motioned her to look to the right.Fanny was startled when she saw Hermione's raised hand high. She looked at Ann questioningly, and Ann shook her head slightly to indicate that she didn't know why.
After a few more minutes, Harry wasn't the only one watching Hermione.The chapter the teacher told them to read was too long-winded and boring, and more and more students would rather watch Hermione quietly catch Professor Umbridge's attention than gnaw on something "Getting Started with Fundamentals".
Later, more than half of the class was staring at Hermione instead of their textbooks, and Professor Umbridge seemed to think she could no longer turn a blind eye to the situation.
"Honey, do you have any questions about the content of this chapter?" she asked Hermione, who seemed to have just noticed her.
"No, not about this chapter," said Hermione.
"Oh, we're reading now," said Professor Umbridge, showing his small, sharp teeth. "If you have any other questions, we can talk about them after class."
"I have a question about your course objectives," said Hermione.
Professor Umbridge raised his eyebrows.
"What's your name?"
"Hermione Granger," said Hermione.
"Well, Miss Granger, I think these course objectives are very clear, if you read them carefully from cover to cover," said Professor Umbridge in a firm, coy tone.
"I don't think so, though," said Hermione bluntly, "it doesn't say a word about using defensive spells."
After a brief silence, many students in the class turned their heads and carefully looked at the three curriculum goals that were still written on the blackboard.
"Using defensive spells?" repeated Professor Umbridge with a chuckle. "Gee, I can't imagine a situation in my class that would require you to use defensive spells, Miss Granger. You wouldn't think that Will you be attacked in class?"
"Can't we use magic?" Ron shouted.
"In my class, students must raise their hands before they want to speak, you are—"
"Weasley." Ron said and raised his hand quickly.
Professor Umbridge smiled even more kindly, and turned his back on Ron.Harry and Hermione immediately raised their hands too.Professor Umbridge's puffy eyes rested on Harry for a moment, and then she said to Hermione, "What, Miss Granger? Do you have any other questions?"
"Yes," said Hermione, "the overall aim of Defense Against the Dark Arts should of course be to practice defensive spells, shouldn't it?"
"Are you a Ministry-trained education specialist, Miss Granger?" Professor Umbridge asked in her cloyingly sweet falsetto.
"No, but—"
"Well, I don't think you are qualified to judge what the 'overall goal' of any course is. Our latest study plan was devised by wizards much older and wiser than you. A safe, risk-free way to learn defensive spells—”
"What's the use?" said Harry aloud. "If we're attacked, it won't be in a—"
"Hands up, Mr. Potter!" said Professor Umbridge in a singing voice.Harry quickly raised his hand high.Professor Umbridge did it again.Immediately turned his face to look elsewhere, but now several other students raised their hands.
"What's your name?" Professor Umbridge asked Dean.
"Dean Thomas."
"Go ahead, Mr. Thomas."
"Well, it's like Harry said, isn't it?" Dean said, "If we're attacked, there's no way we're not going to be without risk."
"I'll say it again," said Professor Umbridge, smiling at Dean in that particularly irritating way, "do you think you're going to be attacked in my class?"
"No. But—"
Professor Umbridge's voice overshadowed Dean's. "I don't want to criticize some of the way this school is run," she said, putting on a false smile and widening her wide mouth, "but in this class you have encountered a few very irresponsible Irresponsible wizards indeed—not to mention,” she let out a piercing laugh, “and especially dangerous half-humans and half-beasts.”
"If you mean Professor Lupine," said Dean angrily, "he's the best teacher we've ever had—"
"Hands up, Mr. Thomas! As I said just now—the magic they introduce to you is complicated, not suitable for your age, and has great potential harm. You are so scared that you think you are three The sky will be attacked by black magic—"
"No, we didn't," said Hermione, "we just—"
"You didn't raise your hand, Miss Granger!"
Hermione raised her hand, and Professor Umbridge turned away.
"I believe that my predecessor not only cast illegal spells on your face, but cast those spells on you."
"But then it turns out he's a lunatic, isn't he?" said Dean angrily. "We've still learned a lot, to be honest."
"You didn't raise your hand, Mr Thomas!" said Professor Umbridge in a trembling voice. "Well, the Ministry of Magic believes that theoretical knowledge can help you pass the exams more effectively. After all, it is the students who pass the exams. The purpose of the school. What's your name?" She asked, staring at Parvati who had just raised her hand.
"Parvati Patil, isn't there anything practical in our Defense Against the Dark Arts exams? Shouldn't we show that we can actually cast spells and other magic?"
"As long as you've learned the theory very well, there's no reason why you shouldn't be able to cast spells under strictly controlled examination conditions," said Professor Umbridge contemptuously.
"Don't you need practice beforehand?" Parvati asked in disbelief. "Are you telling us that the first time we cast those spells was during exams?"
"I repeat, as long as you have learned the theory very well—"
"What good is theory in the real world?" Harry asked loudly, raising his fists high again.
Professor Umbridge looked up.
"This is school, Mr Potter, not the real world," she said softly.
"So don't we need to prepare for what's waiting outside?"
"There's nothing waiting out there, Mr Potter."
"Oh, is it?" said Harry.
"Who do you imagine attacking a child like you?" asked Professor Umbridge in a voice that was terribly intimate.
"Hmm, let me think??" Harry said in a falsely thoughtful tone, "Maybe?? Voldemort?"
Lavender Brown let out a low scream, and Neville slumped and fell off the bench. Most of the students gasped, but Professor Umbridge showed no signs of fear.She just stared at Harry with a look of vicious satisfaction on her face.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr Potter."
There was silence and silence in the classroom.Everyone was either staring at Umbridge or Harry.
"Okay, let me clear a few things up."
Professor Umbridge stood up, leaned forward, and pressed his stubby-fingered palms on the podium.
"You've been told that a dark wizard has risen from the dead—"
"He's not dead," said Harry angrily, "but yes, he's back!"
"Mr. Potter, you have already made your house lose ten points, don't make things worse," Professor Urmridge finished the sentence in one breath, without looking at Harry, "As I said just now , someone told you that a certain dark wizard has come out again. This is nonsense."
"That's not nonsense!" said Harry. "I saw him, and I wrestled him!"
"In detention, Mr Potter!" said Professor Umbridge triumphantly. "Tomorrow evening. Five o'clock. In my office. I repeat, this is nonsense. The Ministry guarantees that you will not encounter Danger from any dark wizard. If you still have doubts, please be sure to come to me after class. If someone scares you with nonsense about dark wizards coming back from the dead, I would love to listen. I am always ready to help you. I It's your friend. Well, please continue to page five, 'Getting Started Fundamentals'."
Professor Umbridge took a seat behind her lectern.Harry stood up.
"So, according to you, Cedric Diggory fell down and died by himself?" asked Harry, his voice trembling slightly.
The whole class gasped at the same time, for none of them except Ron and Hermione had heard Harry talk about what happened the night Cedric died.
Umbridge raised his eyes to look at Harry, the smirk no longer visible on his face. "Cedric Diggory's death was an unfortunate accident," she said coldly.
"Murder," said Harry.He felt himself trembling.
He barely talked about it with anyone, let alone in front of the Gryffindors and Slytherins, "Voldemort killed him, you know it."
Professor Umbridge's face was expressionless, but then she put on her softest, sweetest little girl's voice and said, "Come here, Mr Potter, dear."
Harry kicked his chair aside, passed Ron and Hermione, and walked to the podium. Ann noticed that Harry's hands were clenched tightly and his face was angry, while Malfoy and Goyle and Crabbe behind her looked down. Talking and laughing.
Professor Umbridge drew a roll of pink parchment from her handbag, spread it out on the lectern, dipped her quill into the inkwell, and began writing hastily.
The whole class fell silent for a while, and no one spoke.
After a minute or so, she rolled up the parchment, tapped it with her wand, and the parchment sealed itself securely.
"My dear, take this to Professor McGonagall," said Professor Umbridge, handing the parchment to Harry.
Without saying a word, Harry took the parchment from her hand, raised his head, left the classroom without looking at anyone, and slammed the door behind his back.
The classroom suddenly exploded, and countless discussions rang out, among which the discussion from Gryffindor House was louder than that from Slytherin House.
But this time was different from before, and many people in Gryffindor didn't really believe Harry's words.
"He said he saw Cedric Diggory killed??"
"He thought he was dueling with the mysterious man??"
"Stop talking nonsense now??"
"Who does he think he is fooling?"
"forgive me??"
Fanny frowned and looked at the classroom door, and asked Ann, "What's wrong with Harry, he's too impulsive, and now he looks like a powder keg that will explode at any time."
"Maybe he was stimulated by something during the summer vacation?" Ann said, "But the consequences of such a direct confrontation are not friendly to them at all..."
"Quiet!" Professor Umbridge said standing on the podium, and the whole class fell silent.
Umbridge supported the podium with both hands, and put on a smile on his face again, "As I said just now, some people tell you that a certain dark wizard has come out again. This is nonsense. The Ministry of Magic guarantees that you will not Danger from any dark wizard. If anyone scares you with a tale of a dark wizard coming back from the dead, I'm always welcome to tell me. I'm your friend. Well, please read Chapter 1 'Introduction Fundamentals' Write down the key points and key points.”
She tapped the blackboard with her wand, and points and emphasis appeared on the blackboard.
Umbridge talked about some theoretical stuff over and over again, and after a while, the get out of class bell rang.
Ann breathed a sigh of relief, closed the book, put it in her schoolbag, and was about to go to dinner with Fanny, but at this moment Umbridge's sweet voice sounded, "Miss Stoke, can you stay for a while? "
The whole class stopped and stared at Ann.
After being stunned for a while, Ann looked at Umbridge questioningly.
Umbridge smiled brighter than before. She nodded and said very kindly, "Yes, Miss Stocker, please come to the podium? I have something important to tell you .”
Fanny looked at Ann suspiciously, as did Hermione.An said that she didn't know anything and shook her head, but whispered to Fanny, "You go first and save some food for me."
Fanny nodded to Ann, and Ann walked to the podium with her schoolbag on her back.
"Okay, dear students, get out of class is over, don't you go to eat?" Umbridge said with a smile.
Several people turned their heads and walked out of the classroom door talking in low voices.
After there was no one in the classroom, Umbridge closed the classroom door with a wave of his wand.Ann stood by the podium, looked at the closed door, full of doubts, what on earth did Umbridge want to do?Important matter?
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