Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 324 Umbridge was furious in the noisy classroom!
"I have to stress it again, don't I?" Umbridge's voice overwhelmed Dean's, and she was already looking a little hideous. "I think my teaching is much safer than the professors before you. They were really quite irresponsible, not to mention—" she let out a piercing laugh, "there are also particularly dangerous half-human half-beasts."

"If you mean Remus," Hera stood up angrily, "I can assure you that he is a very good teacher, and the students love him very much."

"Yes," Dean said angrily, "he's one of the best teachers we've ever had."

"Mr. Lestrange, I don't think I need to emphasize it over and over again?" Umbridge said with an impatient expression on his face, "This is my class, please don't interfere with my teaching order."

"But you can't slander a good wizard who once shined in this position." Hera did not show any weakness. He looked down at Umbridge, and his height advantage, which was a full head taller than her, was fully exposed at this moment.

"Mr. Lestrange, are you really threatening and intimidating a Hogwarts professor, a special wizard of the Ministry of Magic?" Umbridge said in a trembling voice, "I will truthfully report to Mr. Minister about the series of unfair treatment I received at Hogwarts."

"You can tell him, but let me remind you, this is Hogwarts." Hera pushed Umbridge forward. How dare she, a woman, insult his friend in front of him?
Umbridge looked a little frightened. She held onto the corner of the table to prevent her legs from falling directly to the ground.

"Hera." There was a small voice, but it was particularly noticeable in the silent classroom.

Hera raised her head and looked in the direction of the voice. It was Hermione. She shook her head slightly towards Hera.He took a deep breath, calming his anger, "Professor Umbridge, it seems that I have to sit in on more of your 'excellent' courses to learn the Ministry of Magic's safer, risk-free teaching methods."

"Please go ahead." Umbridge forced herself to straighten her back, she couldn't lose face to the Ministry of Magic, even if she was almost frightened by Hera and fell to the ground. "Then I will continue with my lessons now."

Hera sat down, his anger hadn't subsided, but when it came to the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore, he didn't have much say - he didn't have the qualifications yet.But he had Umbridge in mind, and he wouldn't mind spending a few Galleons to make a Portkey, then shove Umbridge indiscriminately, and let her disappear from the world - as long as Dumbledore nodded.

But soon, some of the students began to stand up, "Professor Umbridge, we are also very curious why there is no practical content in our class?"

"Hands up," said Umbridge.

They all raised their hands, and Umbridge said in a trembling voice, "Okay, I would like to reiterate to the whole class. The Ministry of Magic believes that theoretical knowledge can help you pass the exams more effectively. After all, it is the purpose of the school to let students pass the exams."

"Practice is a big part of our exams though, isn't it? Shouldn't we show that we can actually cast spells and other magic?" A dark-skinned girl raised her hand. Umbridge didn't point her, but she stood up and asked directly.

"You didn't raise your hand, miss." Umbridge stared at the girl. "What's your name?"

"Parvati Patil," said Parvati. "Please ask the professor to answer my questions."

"Don't let it happen again, don't raise your hands to ban speech. As long as you have learned the theory very solidly, there is no reason why you can't cast the spell under the strictly controlled test conditions." Umbridge said contemptuously.

Hera, who heard this, sat in the back row of the classroom and sneered unscrupulously.

This sounds really naive enough!
"Don't you need to practice beforehand?" Parvati asked in disbelief, obviously she also knew how unremarkable Umbridge's words were. "Are you telling us that the first time we cast those spells was during the exam?"

"I hate to repeat things over and over again, but you always don't understand. I have to say it again, as long as you have learned the theory very solidly—"

"What use is theoretical knowledge in the real world?" Harry asked aloud, raising his fists high.

Umbridge looked up.

"This is the school, Mr. Potter, not the real world." She said softly, it seemed that she had been very troubled by the students and Hera's problems, and she had no excuse at all, which made her so headache that she was unable to speak.

"So don't we need to be prepared for what's out there?"

"There's nothing waiting out there, Mr Potter."

"Oh, is it?" Harry said, looking very excited, probably the anger he had been building up since Potions class had finally reached its peak at this moment.

"Who do you imagine attacking a child like you?" Umbridge asked in a fake, gruffly scary voice.

"Well, let me see," Harry said in a tone of faux thoughtfulness, "Maybe, Voldemort?"

All the students in the classroom gasped, and several girls let out low-pitched screams. Neville even slumped over and fell off the bench, but Umbridge didn't show any signs of fear. She just stared at Harry with a viciously satisfied expression on her face.

Hera was silent at this moment. He couldn't figure out why Harry would say this name here. Isn't the situation at Hogwarts not obvious enough right now?He was simply being isolated by his classmates on his own initiative.

Voldemort's affairs should be left to their adults to deal with. Why are children making such a fuss?

"Gryffindor deductions—"

"I'm sorry, Professor Umbridge, but I have to take Mr. Potter out." Hera stood up and walked between Umbridge and Harry, keeping Harry completely behind him, as he had to, and things had changed since Harry uttered that name.

Behind Umbridge is the Ministry of Magic, and she will definitely report this Harry matter to the Ministry of Magic, and this is tantamount to pushing the Ministry of Magic to the enemy-although they almost never stand on Dumbledore's side.

So Hera grabbed Harry's arm almost before Umbridge could react and led him out of the classroom.

"Wait, Mr. Lestrange, wait!" Umbridge's face was expressionless, and her small steps were so fast that it was hard to believe that she rushed to Harry's side so quickly and grabbed Harry's other arm.

"I have to let Mr. Potter know what it means to respect a professor, so—" Umbridge had a smug expression on his face, "I'll put him in confinement, you have to wait, I'm going to write a note, and you give it to Professor McGonagall."

As she spoke, she pulled a piece of parchment from the table next to her, picked up a quill pen, dipped it in the ink bottle, and began to write in a hurry.Harry tried to break free several times, but to his despair - he couldn't break free!

This was simply a terrifying thing, Harry couldn't break free from the wrist of a 50-[-]-year-old witch, and her hand was tightly grasping Harry's arm like an iron hoop.

"Give this to Professor McGonagall." Umbridge said, and handed the parchment to Harry. He turned to look at Hera, who nodded, and he took the parchment.

"Now I can take Harry away?" Hera raised an eyebrow, and waved his eyes towards Umbridge's hand.

"Of course." Umbridge let go of his hand with a smug expression.

Without saying a word, Hera led Harry out of the classroom. Harry left the classroom without looking back, and without even looking at his classmates, he slammed the door behind him.

They walked quickly down the corridor.

"Hera, what I said is true, why don't they believe me?" Harry looked very frustrated with his head down.

"The truth," Hera said with a sigh, slowing her pace involuntarily, "is a beautiful and terrifying thing that needs to be treated with extreme caution. Not everyone is willing to believe the truth unless they have to admit it."

"So, they actually know that V—"

"Stop saying that name," Hera interrupted Harry. "It's not two years ago now. He's back. When you say his name, he'll respond. Dumbledore dare say it's because the Dark Lord can't do anything about him."

Harry nodded, "Then they all know that V—I mean the Mysterious Man, why wouldn't they admit it?"

"Because they are unwilling to break the balance, the wizarding world has been stable for 15 years." Hera said softly.

Harry sighed, followed behind Hera, and asked puzzledly, "Where are we going?"

"Go to Professor McGonagall." Hera also sighed. There is nothing worse than this. Umbridge's class is far worse than he imagined. I'm afraid Dumbledore didn't expect this scene.However, Harry's days to come are likely to be much more difficult. He offended Umbridge in the first class.

"She's going to give me a hard time." Harry dropped his head even lower.

"I don't think so." Hera shook her head slightly, and they turned a corner and they bumped into Peeves.He was lying flat and suspended in the air, throwing several ink bottles like acrobatics.

"Oh, it's silly baby Potter—" Peeves was still giggling, but stood up straight when he saw Hera's face clearly, "I'm sorry to disturb you, Master Lestrange. Please pass the insignificant Peeves as a fart."

"Go away."

Peeves flew—he was flying—and fled the corridor.

"What's wrong with him?" Harry pointed at Peeves' back in surprise, but he was gone in just one or two breaths.

"I don't know, he was scared to death when he saw me."

They quickly walked to the small study on the side of the corridor on the second floor, and gently knocked on Professor McGonagall's door.

The door opened, and Professor McGonagall came out of her office with a stern expression, slightly revealing fatigue.

"What's the matter, Hera?" she asked sharply. "Isn't Potter supposed to be in class again at this time? What's wrong with him?"

"He's had some trouble with Umbridge, Harry, give the note to the professor," Hera said curtly. "Let's go in and talk, shall we?"

Professor McGonagall took the note and walked towards the office while lowering his head to read the contents carefully.She read the words written by Umbridge, her eyes moved back and forth quickly behind the square glasses, and every time she finished reading a line, her eyes narrowed more tightly.

"Minerva, I think you should know what kind of person Harry is." Hera said softly as she sat on the chair.

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, crumpled the note up and threw it into the fireplace, and they watched in silence as it turned into a heap of ashes.

"Of course I know, but this...ah." Professor McGonagall sighed heavily.Hera felt that he heard more sighs today than he had heard in the past twenty years in his life.

"Potter, use your common sense," snapped Professor McGonagall, looking gravely at Harry, then suddenly resumed her usual emphasis, "failing to keep records in Dolores Umbridge's class could cost you much more than house points and detention."

"I know—Hera told me on the way."

"Have you figured it out now?" Professor McGonagall suddenly seemed to be discouraged. Instead of being so quick, crisp and stern, he said in a low and worried tone, "Hera, you must tell Dumbledore about this as soon as possible."

"That's what I planned too." Hera nodded, getting up and preparing to leave, "Then Harry will stay with you."

"Ah."

"You'd better teach him to keep his head down and try not to cause trouble. We're busy enough now."

Professor McGonagall nodded solemnly, but Harry's expression was very dissatisfied. He stood up and said indignantly: "But I'm telling the truth, the mysterious man is back, you know. Dumbledore also knows that he has—"

"For heaven's sake, Potter!" Professor McGonagall fixed his eyes angrily.

"You are busy." Hera gave Professor McGonagall a sympathetic look, and at the same time quickly left the office. He was going to report to Dumbledore about the situation here.

As he closed the door, Professor McGonagall could still be heard arguing with Harry.

"Control your temper!"

"But I'm telling the truth!"

"Don't be stupid!"

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Hera sighed again, she didn't expect such an annoying thing to happen on the first day of school.He could only go quickly to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

"Good afternoon, Hera. How about a sizzle?" Dumbledore sat behind his desk, looking in a good mood.But Hera believed that his mood would turn bad soon, especially after he finished talking about what had just happened.

"Hera, the current situation is not conducive to us." Dumbledore rubbed his forehead and said in a heavy and serious tone.

"This is obvious." Hera said lightly. "But I don't think there's anything wrong with Harry's approach."

"Of course he didn't do anything wrong. If it wasn't for this juncture, I would even want to praise him." Although Dumbledore had said this, the expression on his face became more serious. "Someone gave me some clues. There are some strange new discoveries in the old house of the Gaunt family."

(End of this chapter)