Chapter 568 It's up to You to Deal with Voldemort!

"Good afternoon, classmates!"

There was a faint murmur in the classroom: "Good afternoon..."

"Tsk...tsk...it's not okay to have no energy at all, is it? I hope you answer like this-"

Umbridge suddenly raised her voice, "Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge!"

The high-pitched and harsh voice made some students frown, and the weird distortion in their hearts became more intense. Umbridge's tone and expression were full of indescribable weirdness. She seemed to regard these fifth-grade wizards as freshmen from kindergarten. Babies who have learned to speak always have a sweet and sweet voice when they speak.

"Now let's do it again...Good afternoon, students!"

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge!" the little wizards shouted at the top of their lungs.

"Hey, that's right!" Umbridge showed a satisfied smile, "This is not too difficult, is it? Please put away your wands and take out your quills..."

As she spoke, she pulled out a surprisingly short wand from her handbag and tapped it hard on the blackboard. Neat writing immediately appeared on the blank blackboard: "Defense Against the Dark Arts - Back to Basics."

"Students, your teaching of this course has been intermittent and unsystematic, right? Teachers are constantly changing, and many of them do not seem to follow the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic. This unfortunately means that you are now far from meeting the standards. The level that the O.W.L. year should reach..."

When Umbridge was giving a lecture, she faced the whole class, with her hands crossed and placed squarely on her chest. If you ignore her toad face and her sweet voice like a girl, she was quite professorial, "However, You will be pleased to know that these issues are about to be rectified. This year we will be studying a carefully designed, theory-focused Defense of Magic course."

"Please copy these words down. What I am going to talk about next are the objectives of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts course... The first is to understand the basic principles of Defense Against Magic... The second point is to learn to identify situations where Defense Against Magic can be used legally. …and last but not least, rating Defense Against Magic within the context of its actual use…”

Loren flipped through the textbook in front of him boredly, "Magic Defense Theory" compiled by Wilbert Slinka. Just like the title, this is a book that purely explains Slinka's personal theory. As a pacifist, Slinka Ka advocates a passive approach to conflict and opposes the use of aggressive spells, even for defensive purposes.

To put it simply, he advocates not fighting back when hit and not speaking back when scolded.

"As long as the spread of offensive spells is completely banned, the world will become better and better..."

Loren saw the last sentence of the introduction, pondered for a moment, returned to the title page, and saw the author's life summary. Sure enough, this person did not survive the last wizarding war.

Other students in the classroom were still copying the course objectives proposed by Umbridge, and they could only hear the rustle of quills writing on parchment.

"Now, I hope you will turn to the fifth page of the textbook and read Chapter 1, Basic Principles of Getting Started..."

Umbridge smiled and assigned the course tasks, sat down on the chair behind the podium, and stared at the students with her two toad-like eyes with droopy eyelids, as if she was leaving the stage to you.

"..."

There was silence in the classroom, and the little wizards were stunned. The familiar teaching mode reminded them of a certain professor in the past. There was no practical exercise, and they just read books in class.

However, Lockhart can still tell novel stories and occasionally perform interesting stage plays. Why doesn't this new Professor Umbridge struggle and just skip to the last step of reading stupidly?

Hermione didn't even open the book. She stared intently at the course objectives on the blackboard, with "I have an opinion" clearly written on her face. It wasn't until Loren nudged her with her elbow that she curled her lips and reluctantly lowered her head to read. Book.

"It's Lockhart again..."

Harry cursed softly, turned the "Magical Defense Theory" in his hand to the fifth page, and glanced at it briefly. The content was boring and the wording was obscure and hard to pronounce. The person who compiled the manuscript seemed to be deliberately showing off his literary talent, staring at one line. I read the text six or seven times, but I could only understand the first few words and could not read on at all.

A few minutes passed, and Harry clearly felt that Umbridge's eyes were always on him, looking at him undisguisedly.

The disgust and annoyance in his heart became stronger and stronger, and Harry couldn't hold it anymore. He raised his head and met those toad eyes, staring directly at Umbridge through the glass lenses.

Umbridge was stunned for a moment, and then asked kindly, as if she had just noticed him, "Dear, do you have any questions about the content of this chapter?"

"No, I have questions about your course goals." Harry felt the approving eyes around him, and felt more confident.

"The course objectives are very clear, just read them from cover to cover. However, teenage boys are always eager to attract people's attention. I can certainly understand. Mr. Potter, please tell me your Question." Umbridge smiled casually and said in a coquettish tone.

Listening to her seemingly considerate but secretly derogatory words, Hermione not far away frowned slightly. Anyone could hear that she was hinting that Harry was making trouble just to attract attention. Unlike "The Prophet" The slanderous articles in the Daily News are exactly the same.

Harry knew that she was belittling him in a weird way, but he didn't bother to respond and said bluntly: "There's not a single word about using defensive spells."

"Use defensive spells?" Umbridge repeated with a chuckle, as if hearing some incredible joke, "Gee, I can't imagine a situation in my class that would require you to use defensive spells, Mr. Potter. You don’t think you’ll be attacked during class, do you?”

"But--"

"Please note, Mr. Potter, you are only a fifth-year student and not an education expert trained by the Ministry of Magic. I think you are not qualified to judge how a course should be taught. Our latest study plan is taught by teachers older than you. Designed and formulated by much, much smarter wizards, you will learn defensive spells in a safe, risk-free way..."

"What's the use? If we are attacked, it won't be in a 'safe' way! "

“In my class, students have to raise their hands if they want to speak!”

Umbridge finally stopped maintaining her high-pitched and sweet voice and replaced her original harsh and harsh middle-aged female voice. "I don't want to criticize some of this school's backward and ignorant ways of running schools, but the facts are displayed in the files. In the past few years, you have come into contact with several very irresponsible wizards, fraudsters who use despicable means to steal other people's deeds, suspects who have escaped from Azkaban without permission, not to mention, there are also particularly dangerous Half man, half beast!"

"Sirius was wrongly accused! He is not a suspect! Professor Lupine is the best teacher we have ever had!"

"You didn't raise your hand, Mr. Potter! Five points from Gryffindor for that!"

Umbridge's voice overshadowed Harry's, and a fake smile appeared on her face, widening her wide mouth, "I don't intend to argue with you about the mistakes they have made, but as I just said I mean, the magic they introduced to you is very complex, not suitable for your age group, and has great potential harm. You are so frightened that you actually think that you will be attacked by black magic every three days... …”

Umbridge paused and softened her tone slightly: "Oh, I forgot, because of Principal Dumbledore's negligence, a dark wizard disguised as a professor was allowed to sneak into Hogwarts. My predecessor is not only in front of you. Illegal spells were cast and these spells were cast on you.”

"This is an oversight by your Ministry of Magic!"

Hermione couldn't help but stood up and reprimanded: "It was your Azkaban's protection that had a flaw, which led to Barty Crouch Jr. escaping from prison! To be honest, even a crazy Death Eater, We still learned a lot.”

"Excuse me, who are you?"

"Hermione Granger."

"You didn't raise your hand, Miss Granger!"

"..." Hermione choked and immediately raised her hands.

Seeing her obedient cooperation, Umbridge's smile became even brighter. She was best at dealing with people who followed the rules. She twisted her face as if she hadn't seen her raised right hand, and said with a smile: "The Ministry of Magic believes that theoretical knowledge It can help you pass the exam more effectively. In the final analysis, letting students pass the exam is the purpose of the school..."

Loren looked at the little witch beside her who raised her right hand, her face flushed with anxiety but she still obeyed the rule of raising her hand to speak. Then she looked at the pink toad on the stage who was talking to himself, and nodded thoughtfully.

"Stop raising your hands, she won't let you speak if you raise your hands." Loren advised in a voice that only the two of them could hear. He took her arm and asked her to sit down slowly, "I have a good idea. , still remember us..."

Hermione sat down half-pushed, put down her raised hands, pressed her lips tightly together, and the glimmer of light in her eyes became brighter and brighter.

"As for practice?"

Umbridge glanced at the whole class, always with an irritating contemptuous smile on her face, "As long as you have learned the theory very solidly, there is no reason why you can't cast spells under strictly controlled examination conditions."

"Don't you need to practice beforehand?" Harry didn't like her, so he raised his hands and started talking, "Are you telling us that the first time we cast those spells was during the exam?"

"I say it again, when you speak in my class, you need to raise your hand first and get my permission before you can speak!"

"Sorry, Professor, can I speak now?" Harry shook his raised right hand with an innocent expression.

A trace of irritation flashed in Umbridge's eyes. How could she refuse when being stared at by the whole class? The smile on her face gradually stiffened, and she could only reluctantly nod: "Of course, Mr. Potter."

"No matter how good the theory is, what's the use in the real world? Don't we need to be prepared for whatever is waiting outside?

"This is school, not the real world, and there's nothing waiting out there, Mr. Potter."

"Oh, really?" Harry's anger boiled secretly. He didn't expect that Professor Umbridge was completely unreasonable and only wanted to go against the school. He was afraid that there were Dumbledore's supporters in the student body. He just wanted to To weaken the students' power.

"Who do you imagine would attack children like you?" Umbridge asked in a terrifyingly intimate voice.

Harry took a deep breath and said in a pretended to be thoughtful tone, "Well, let me think about it... maybe... lying on the ground -"

Umbridge's pupils suddenly contracted, and she couldn't help holding her breath. Just when she wanted to teach Harry Potter a lesson, a clear voice suddenly interrupted.

"It's a dark wizard, professor, a terrible dark wizard!"

Loren said seriously, and then raised his right hand belatedly, indicating that he was also a good student who abided by the rules.

Umbridge glared at Harry fiercely, and immediately turned to look at Loren, with a sweet and scary smile on his face: "Excuse me, who are you?"

"Loren Morgan, professor."

"Oh, Mr. Morgan, I want to ask, why do you have such concerns?"

"Before school started, I played in Hogsmeade for a few days..." Loren said slowly, "You know, the most missed thing during the holidays is the snacks in Honeydukes Candy Store. When we were buying candy and enjoying butter beer, we heard some bad rumors."

Umbridge stood up, leaned forward slightly, and narrowed her eyes: "Did someone tell you that a dark wizard died and Resurrection——"

"No, not the mysterious man..."

Loren's expression was serious, and he looked like a playful little wizard. Of course, the confusion and concerns he had were from the bottom of his heart, and he was definitely not deliberately trying to make things difficult for the Ministry of Magic. "It's a real dark wizard. Someone told us that there are many unidentified wizards in Hogsmeade recently, including the dark wizards who have been hanging around in Knockturn Alley for many years. It is said that they are looking for something unspeakable..."

"Hogsmeade... dark wizards..."

Umbridge muttered softly, and her expression changed slightly. She had been searching Hogwarts Castle for some time and had not really paid attention to the affairs of Hogsmeade Village.

Loren said sincerely, "In my opinion, Professor Umbridge's teaching theory is of course fine, but there will be an activity weekend in Hogsmeade next month, and those unidentified dark wizards are really worrying. I wonder if the Ministry of Magic can..."

"Of course, Mr. Morgan!" Umbridge agreed without hesitation, and said proudly, "I will contact the Ministry of Magic immediately to report this matter. This weekend, I will personally lead the Aurors to check for suspicious people in Hogsmeade."

Loren nodded, "That's reassuring!"

Umbridge raised her eyes and glanced at Harry, and the smile on her face became even brighter:

"I say again, students, please rest assured, the Ministry of Magic guarantees that you will not encounter any danger from any dark wizards. If you still have doubts, please be sure to come to me after class, I am always ready to help you. Remember, I am your friend. Okay, please continue reading..."