Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 95 The first confrontation with the pink toad

When they entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, they found Umbridge already sitting behind the podium.She was wearing the fuzzy pink cardigan she had worn the night before, with the black velvet bow on top of her head.Once again Hilbert had a strong and vivid thought of a large fly foolishly alighting on an even bigger toad.

The whole class was silent when they walked into the classroom. Professor Umbridge was still unknown, and no one knew how strict she was on classroom discipline.

"Students, good afternoon!" She said after the whole class sat down.

Several classmates muttered "good afternoon" in reply.

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge." Hilbert suddenly replied respectfully and politely.

"Tut, tut," said Professor Umbridge, "that's not going to work, is it? I would like your answer to be:" Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge. 'Please do it again.Good afternoon, students! "

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," they replied in unison.

"That's right," said Professor Umbridge's voice, "it's not too difficult, is it? Put away your wand, please, and get out your quill."

Many students exchanged depressed looks.The command to "put away the wand" was never followed by a lesson they found interesting.Harry stuffed his wand into his bag and produced his quill, ink, and parchment.Professor Umbridge opened her handbag, pulled out a surprisingly short wand, and tapped hard on the blackboard, and two lines of words appeared on the blackboard immediately: Defense Against the Dark Arts Returns to Basic Principles "Students, your school The teaching of the class has been intermittent and unsystematic, isn't it?" Professor Umbridge turned to face the whole class, crossed his fingers and put them squarely on his chest, and said, "The teacher keeps changing. , many of whom do not seem to be teaching to the Ministry of Magic approved curriculum standards, which unfortunately puts you far from what you are supposed to be in OwLs.

"However, you will be pleased to know that these problems are about to be rectified. This year, we will be studying a carefully planned, theory-centred, Ministry-approved Defense Against Magic course. Please copy these words .”

She tapped on the blackboard again, and the two lines of words just now disappeared, replaced by "Course Objectives".

l. Understand the basic principles of magic defense art.

2. Learn to identify the situations in which magic defense can be legally used.

3. Assess defensive magic in the context of practical application.

The only sound in the classroom was the rustling of the quill pen writing on the parchment. Two or three minutes later, when every student had copied Professor Umbridge's three curriculum goals, she asked, "Is everyone The classmates all have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's "The Theory of Magic Defense"?"

"Yes, Professor." Hilbert nodded.There was a murmur of affirmation in the class.

I saw Umbridge smiled and nodded at Hilbert, then continued, "I think we have to do it again," Professor Umbridge said, "When I ask you a question, I want you to answer' Yes, Professor Umbridge.' or 'No, Professor Umbridge.' And again: Does everyone have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's Theory of Defense Against Magic?"

"Yes, Professor Umbridge," the class answered loudly.

"Very well," said Professor Umbridge, "I would like you to turn to page five and read 'Chapter 1, Introductory Fundamentals'. Do not whisper while reading."

Professor Umbridge left the blackboard and sat down on the chair behind the podium, staring at everyone with his toadlike eyes with drooping lids.Everyone turned to the fifth page of their "Magic Defense Theory" and began to read.At this time, a dramatic scene happened.

Hermione hadn't even opened her copy of Defense Against Magic.She stared unblinkingly at Professor Umbridge, one hand held high, and after a few more minutes, more than one person was watching Hermione.The chapter the teacher told them to read was so tedious that more and more students would rather watch Hermione silently catch Professor Umbridge's attention than gobble it up What is "Getting Started 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, cooing tone.

"I don't think so, though," said Hermione bluntly, "it doesn't say a word about using defensive spells."

"A defensive spell?" repeated Professor Umbridge with a chuckle. "Well, I can't imagine a situation in my class where you would be required to use a defensive spell, Miss Granger. You wouldn't think that Will you be attacked during class?" "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.

"It's reading time, Miss Granger, please don't bother the professor to discuss after class!" Hilbert said "seriously".

"Yes, listening to Mr. Shafik's speech, I think we can let go of the old side, don't we?" said Umbridge in a thin voice.

"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 is!"

"Okay, everyone, listen to what the professor said. After all, a person who can become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts must not be weak. If there is anything offensive about my words in the future, please give me some pointers."

"Well said, Mr. Shafiq, I would like to fill a glass of sweet sherry for you. I wish you good health, and now is reading time. Please put away the questions, and you will find the answers in the book."

"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," Professor Umbridge said contemptuously towards the others.

"What good is theory in the real world?" Harry asked loudly, raising his fists high again.

Umbridge looked up again.

"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.His anger has been secretly churning inside all day, and now it is approaching the breaking point.

"Who do you imagine attacking a child like you?" asked Professor Umbridge in a voice that was terribly intimate.

"Well, let me think about it?" Harry said in a falsely thoughtful tone. "Maybe? Voldemort?"

Professor Umbridge, however, 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."

"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'."

Hilbert stared at Umbridge with sullen eyes, but she didn't notice.

After class, Hilbert walked out of the classroom door, heaving a sigh of relief, "Sure enough, it's really troublesome to fight against the pink toad."

"You actually spoke for that guy!"

"You are such a shameless villain!"

Ron, Hermione, and Harry ran out to stop Hilbert from speaking.

"Stop, do you really think that I will speak for a pink toad? Know yourself and your enemy, and you will win every battle. I will always stand in a bright place, but the premise is that I am safe. Let's go, eat!"

"Can we trust him?" Hermione muttered looking at the direction Hilbert was going away.

"I trust him," Harry said.

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(End of this chapter)