I wield a sword at Hogwarts

Paper owls flying on the ceiling, and small fire dragons.

"First meeting," Ozzie Hilde said, biting a mint-flavored lollipop in the corner of her mouth.

She was a long-time smoker. She was not allowed to smoke during class time, so she had to hold a lollipop to hold it.

"Take out your textbook "Dark Magic, Defense, Guide" and I will teach you some practical abilities, such as how to better use the wand in your hand."

After knocking on the blackboard, Ozzie pulled the high-quality items covered with a layer of cloth.

Inside is a somewhat old human-shaped target.

"In Auror training, we will conduct various trainings, but the most important thing is the wand in our hands."

Oz waved his wand, and several origami owls emerged from the wand.

"There is an advanced method of casting spells, silent casting, which requires the user to have a high level of magic proficiency to do it."

Oz didn't say anything. He waved his wand and made the owls fly past the students.

With another wave, the owl lit fire and crashed into the human-shaped target.

The human-shaped target was knocked away. Before it fell, Oz waved again, and the target floated up and landed in front of the podium.

This silent magic spell amazed the students.

"This is a sixth-grade course. The first thing you have to master is how to strengthen your ability to adapt."

"Ask a question," Oz said, accustomed to Auror's behavior and doing things vigorously and resolutely, "What are the three important elements of magic?"

The students were stunned, and Hermione frowned, carefully recalling past classes.

Obviously, few of the previous happy Defense Against the Dark Arts educations could mention these.

John raised his hand, and Oz's eyes lit up, "Mr. Wick."

"Magic, spells, tricks."

"Very good, ten points for Slytherin."

Oz did not expect that any of the students in this group could answer the question, and continued, "Magic power is the basis for our basic operation of magic, spells are the method of controlling magic, and skills are about how we can cast spells quickly. "

Oz was talking about the Auror training course, so it was a bit difficult for fifth grade students.

The first spell application they learn is the one Aurors use most.

Expelliarmus.

In this regard, Harry seems to have an extra talent.

Bonus points for Gryffindor.

When class was about to end, another person was very dissatisfied.

Umbridge.

Yes, as an investigating officer.

Umbridge has to hang out in every class, even Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.

She offered her opinion.

Unlike Aurors like Oz, Umbridge felt that they did not need to train a group of guys who might hurt people in magical society, but a group of people who could pass the exam.

"I just want students to have the ability to protect themselves when facing black magic." Oz Hilde frowned.

The courses of this semester include the application of the disarming spell, the application of the stun spell, and the application of the obstacle spell.

"I think students should give priority to passing the exam," Umbridge raised her eyebrows, dissatisfied with Oz's teaching, "No one will hurt them."

Oz found it baffling. She just accepted the mission and came here to be a professor, and couldn't figure out Umbridge's strange brain circuitry.

Umbridge felt that she was the one sent to seize Dumbledore's power. She was used to controlling everything, including the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor from the Ministry of Magic.

The two people have different ideas, and there is a feeling that they parted on bad terms.

Ron approached Harry and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you say they were in the same group?"

Harry was also confused. Oz was with Johnny Silverhand's people, and Johnny Silverhand was the 'bad guy' who worked with the Ministry of Magic to target Dumbledore.

He should have thought that Oz would be in cahoots with Umbridge, but he didn't expect this to be the case.

In any case, it seems that the Ministry of Magic is not entirely targeting Dumbledore.

Judging from Oz's performance, she is serious about teaching.

In fact, this is John's intention, to attract hatred to Umbridge. Even if some students are suppressed, they will not bear the grudge against the Ministry of Magic, but towards Umbridge personally.

After all, the Ministry of Magic still has a positive example of Oz, and they will only think that Umbridge is arbitrary and has the power to spoil the whole pot.

"Do you think students will be attacked in class?" Umbridge asked Oz with a fake smile.

It was a good idea to change the concept, and Defense Against the Dark Arts was not only used in schools, but Umbridge said aggressively: "I don't want to criticize some of the ways this school is run."

"But in this class, you have been exposed to several irresponsible wizards."

"Magic is complicated and not suitable for your age group."

"You are so frightened that you actually think that you will be attacked by black magic every three days."

"I think theoretical knowledge can help you pass the exam more effectively."

"What use is theory in the real world?" Harry couldn't stand it and asked loudly.

"Please raise your hand, Mr. Potter." Umbridge said with a smile, "This is school, not the real world."

In John's opinion, Umbridge is really a master of messing around.

"Don't we need to be ready for whatever's waiting outside?" Harry said angrily.

Umbridge said in a sickeningly intimate voice, "Nothing is waiting out there. I said, raise your hands and speak."

"Who do you think would attack a kid like you?"

"Hey, let me think about it," Harry laughed angrily, pretending to think, "Maybe...Voldemort?"

There were gasps and screams, and that name seemed to be some kind of switch.

John looked indifferent, Malfoy leaned on the table behind, Neville clenched his fist, and the tip of Daphne's pen pierced the parchment.

Harry was really getting more and more stubborn.

John's eyes were deep, let's make a fuss and see how Dumbledore ends up.

Umbridge's face twitched and she immediately deducted ten points from Harry.

Harry still yelled, "He's not dead, he's back."

"Nonsense!"

Not many people knew about this matter. In the Ministry of Magic, no one would take it seriously if the Minister didn't speak out.

"This is not nonsense, I saw him, I fought with him!"

"Confinement, Mr. Potter."

Oz couldn't stand the farce anymore, "Ms. Umbridge, I hope you respect me in class."

"Oh, sorry, come to my office at five o'clock tomorrow evening." Umbridge didn't know what respect meant.

She was the one chosen to check and balance Dumbledore, and it would be of no use to anyone else.

But she didn't know that the more this happened, the more stubborn Harry became.

"So, according to you, Heinrich Edgar burned himself to death?" Harry said sarcastically.

This time, the atmosphere became quiet.

"Potter!" Malfoy stood up tremblingly.

Realizing that something was wrong with him, Oz said, "Malfoy, sit down."

He stared at Harry with his eyes fixed on him, holding the wand in his hand, and said angrily: "Don't use your bad mouth to say his name!"

"I will not allow anyone, anywhere, to use him as a source of ridicule or bragging rights!"

Malfoy roared out, as if he would release a curse the next second, which made people feel scared.

But he is not the focus, everyone is looking at the other person.

John's face was solemn and his eyelids were slightly raised.

There was an oppressive and suffocating feeling, as if the whole classroom would be ignited in the next second.

"You can say that you are the savior who fought against Voldemort, Harry Potter," John's depressing voice sounded, "but you should not use the death of others as a way to show off your bravery."

"That's stupid and just as annoying."

The cold words even brought a chill to the air.

Oz was about to speak, but stopped.

She looked at the white breath she exhaled, and the feeling of coldness was not an illusion.

He reached out and touched the table, and there was a layer of white frost on it.

Umbridge did not notice this, but the words she wanted to explain about Heinrich's death disappeared.

The freezing coldness seemed to erode everyone present.

After Harry calmed down a little, he realized that he seemed to have said something.

By the time get out of class was over, the coldness had disappeared.

A thin layer of dew condensed on the glass.

John stood up and left, followed by Malfoy, bumping Harry's shoulder as he passed him.

Making Harry stumble and almost fall.

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Chapter 292 Hermione and the Library

"I can't believe you would say such a thing!"

After class, Hermione found her useless son.

Harry frowned and said, "I'm right."

"You actually mentioned the death of Heinrich Edgar in front of John!" Hermione said angrily, "You knew he was sad."

"Is he sad?" Harry said, "I can't see it. If he was really sad, he wouldn't not contradict Umbridge."

Now even Ron thought Harry was crazy. He looked around hurriedly and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense!" Harry became more and more enthusiastic. "He didn't do anything, right."

"Harry, something is wrong with you." Hermione frowned. She noticed that something was wrong with Harry and said seriously, "You should go find Dumbledore."

"He won't want to see me." Harry was in a strange mood. After saying this, he left irritably.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, and Ron asked in confusion: "What's wrong with him? Is he still angry?"

He thought Harry was angry at him for hiding things about the Order of the Phoenix. Hermione stared at Harry's back, and she felt something was wrong.

After Harry walked some distance away, he felt irritated and had a headache.

It happened that at this time Peeves made up a song to scold him without opening his eyes.

Fidgety, fidgety, fidgety!

Harry clenched his fists, angry.

He didn't notice that not far away, John was holding a sword in his hand.

Looking at the red light above, a strange color flashed in John's eyes.

Putting Marvolo's Sword back into the small bag, he watched Harry punch the air.

"The influence of Horcruxes."

Glancing at Harry, John turned and left.

Stopping Malfoy who was about to punch Harry, John calmed down and said, "Draco, do something for me."