Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 996: Disabled

"How is it, Harry." Hermione asked worriedly, "What did Professor McGonagall say."

"Professor McGonagall said she couldn't get Umbridge to change her mind." Harry ate the food in front of him calmly, completely oblivious to the matter.

"So what?" Ron asked uneasily.

"What can I do? Go to Umbridge, of course."

Harry turned his head to look at the people who were whispering around him, and buried his head to eat again. He never thought that the maliciousness of others would be so obvious.

Those who were whispering, those who looked at him with weird eyes, didn't care whether Harry heard them or not.

On the contrary, they seemed to want Harry to get angry about it, to see how ugly he was when he was angry.

"Umbridge's plan was quite successful!"

Harry poured a tranquilizer from the bottle and threw it into his mouth, saying, "She just wanted me to admit that Voldemort didn't come back so the Ministry could hype it up. , even if I don't tell the truth, I will be isolated by the whole school."

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, and they could see the worry in each other's eyes.

"People are afraid to face the harsh truth," Harry laughed to himself. "Wizards who think I'm lying can line up from the foyer to the other side of the hall."

"Harry, what did you just eat?" Ron whispered.

"You said this?"

Harry took a pill bottle from his robe pocket with a blank face and introduced to Hermione and Ron: "Sedative, Sirius gave me a small dose before coming to Hogwarts. It can keep me calm for a short time."

"You've been eating this stuff?" Hermione became increasingly disturbed.

"Yeah, since my last trial, I've found it important to stay calm," Harry said calmly, stuffing the vial back into his pocket, "Anderson is right, mindless rage doesn't solve the problem, so I Sometimes when I can’t control my emotions, I take a pill to calm myself down.”

"Really?" Ron was skeptical.

"Naturally." Harry knew what they were worried about, and continued, "Umbridge is not a quiet guy, she will try to change Hogwarts, and then it will definitely make people angry and even worse. Besides, Umbridge's teaching level is really poor, which is a cruel fact that can't be changed by any means."

Ignoring the gossip around him, Harry took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth after eating the last food on the plate, looking like I was calm.

"What about the Quidditch selection?" Ron asked suddenly.

"I don't think Umbridge will let me play Quidditch comfortably." Harry said to Ron, "You ask Angelina to find a substitute, maybe I won't be able to play at that time. Forget it, I'll go find her myself, I remember Albert being a pretty good Seeker himself."

The conversation with Albert in Professor McGonagall's office, Harry didn't plan to tell Ron and Hermione for the time being, let alone this is not a good place to whisper.

He knew very well that the plan sounded solid and seemed likely to be implemented, but it was really hard to say whether it would come in handy.

In general, it's up to luck when Umbridge invites him to a drink.

After dinner, Harry found Angelina at the Gryffindor table and told her about his situation.

"So, you got yourself locked up," Angelina yelled at Harry.

"Umbridge targeted me on his first day at Hogwarts, and I can't help it." Harry's tone was calm, "I suggest you find Anderson as a backup, or let him replace him. I'm looking for the golfer's spot."

Angelina was taken aback by Harry's remarks. She remembered what Albert said at the school opening party, but she didn't expect it to come true so quickly.

"He said he wasn't available." Angelina left angrily. She quickly found Albert, who was reading in the library, and told him about Harry.

"Actually, the chances of you guys wanting to win the championship this year are extremely low." After listening to Angelina's words, Albert reminded kindly: "Umbridge will definitely favor Slytherin, she always needs to win over An academy, she just needs to make excuses and she can get Porter suspended, and if you don't have a suitable Seeker, you can try Ginny Weasley first, she's pretty good."

"Banned?" Angelina repeated in disbelief.

"Are you surprised?" Albert put down his book and said, looking at Angelina, who was unable to sit in a chair, "Potter went to court during the summer and was almost disqualified from being a wizard by the Ministry of Magic. ."

"Just because of You-Know-Who?" Angelina asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"He's the savior, Dumbledore's favorite protégé." Albert nodded. "And the Ministry of Magic has been hitting Dumbledore lately, and Potter is just incidental."

After Angelina walked away with a gloomy face, Fred, George and Lee Jordan appeared out of nowhere.

"What did she do to you?" Fred asked curiously.

"Tell me about Potter being locked up."

"Harry really worked hard." George sighed.

"After all, he is the savior. It's normal to work harder." Albert said calmly, "I think he has a hunch."

Harry has indeed grown a lot, especially Harry who has calmed down, his combat power has soared.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts is really bad." Lee Jordan returned to the topic. "We've spread the word, and I think most people know what's going on in this class."

"Do you think everyone will boycott Umbridge together?" George thought it was unlikely.

"Depending on the situation, it's generally difficult, but..." Albert said meaningfully, "there are always special circumstances."

"What special circumstances?"

……

"Good morning, classmates!"

Wednesday morning, Umbridge said with a smirk after the whole class entered the classroom.

However, no one responded.

There is an eerie silence in the classroom.

"That's not going to work," said Professor Umbridge. "I want you to answer: 'Good morning, Professor Umbridge.' Please do it again. Good morning, students!"

The classroom is still dead silent, everyone is looking at the words on the blackboard and starting to whisper.

"It turns out to be true."

"She really can't teach Defence Against the Dark Arts!"

"What about our N.E.W.T.?"

"I wonder if Anderson will give us more lessons!"

"I heard that he has something to do this year, so he won't give him extra lessons."

"What about..."

The murmurs rang out in the classroom, and no one really gave Umbridge face, not to mention the President of the Boys and Girls Student Council simply ignored Umbridge's words.

No way, they all heard that Umbridge's teaching was as boring as Professor Binns, and it didn't teach everyone useful knowledge.

Theory is a piece of shit, and N.E.W.T. doesn't test it.

Gu SunI don't want them to get good grades in N.E.W.T.!

What's the point of the Ministry of Magic.

The smile on Umbridge's face hardened, she didn't expect the seventh graders to give her no face. She looked at the President of the Boys and Girls Student Council, cleared her throat, and said, "Mr. Anderson? Miss McDougall."

"Professor Umbridge," said Albert slowly, "you know, the pressure we're going to face in the N.E.W.T. this year, everyone just wants to excel in the next N.E.W.T. After graduating next year, I can get a good job position. Can you list the Defense Against the Dark Arts spells that need to be mastered this year, as well as the key points that the exam may involve, so that we can preview after class?"

As soon as Albert's words fell, the classroom suddenly burst into applause.

Umbridge's face became even more ugly. She took a deep breath and said, "Oh, of course, getting students to pass exams is what the school is all about. The Ministry believes that theoretical knowledge can help you more effectively, Since you didn't have a qualified teacher before..."

"Professor, we have finished the theoretical knowledge." Diggory interrupted.

"Professor, what we need is for everyone to score high on the N.E.W.T. exam," Katrina reminded bluntly.

"Professor, this is not what we need."

"Professor, is the Ministry planning to fail our N.E.W.T.?"

"Professor, if you can't do it, change the assistant to the class!"

"Professor..."

"Professor..."

"Professor..."

There are a lot of students in this class for Defence Against the Dark Arts. It's really thanks to Albert. After Lupin and Barty Jr.'s class, everyone now attaches great importance to N.E.W.T. There is a rumor about Voldemort.

Whether it's true or not, it's more important to learn some useful Defence Against the Dark Arts.

As for what theory to learn, I really don't want to fool others like that.

Of course, no one in the class would dare to confront Umbridge if no one took the lead, linked up, and sow discord.

But, now their student council president takes the lead.

Well, it doesn't count, but Albert is clearly displeased with Umbridge's **** lessons.

This is undoubtedly a good opportunity, no one wants to put up with such a course, especially the most important N.E.W.T in one's life, even a student of Slytherin, no one wants to end up with a passing or passing grade in the N.E.W.T. of Defence Against the Dark Arts. worse grades.

So, their Defence Against the Dark Arts class must not let Umbridge mess up. If you can't, let Umbridge cool off and let Albert teach them.

Albert is not free the rest of the time, but certainly is free for class time.

That's the duel champion.

A tough black wizard who doesn't even blink.

No one doubts Albert's teaching.

"Cough cough, of course we believe you are a very good teacher," Albert coughed lightly, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"In view of the actual situation of this course, everyone has to prepare in advance." He did not intend to continue to persecute Umbridge, and he was ready to accept it, so as not to end badly, he changed the topic.

"We're just concerned that Principal Dumbledore didn't tell you the truth about this class."

Someone in the classroom said this, causing a lot of snickering and whispering.

"The truth about this class?"

Umbridge noticed that everyone was looking at her with an odd look.

"Professor, don't you really know?" Lee Jordan put on a look of consternation.

"This position is said to have been cursed by the mysterious man." Fred's voice trembled a little.

"None of the professors can teach safely for a year. Since our first-year admission to the present, two professors have died, one is missing and suspected to be dead, one was almost sucked out of his soul by a dementor, and one was seriously injured. , needs to stay in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries forever, and the best result is the first-year Professor Budd, who knows there is a curse and runs away early in the middle of teaching."

Everyone looked at Umbridge with pity, as if her fate was sealed.

Umbridge's face was ashen.

"I dare say that Principal Dumbledore didn't tell her the truth about this class."

"Perhaps, she didn't take the curse seriously at all and thought it was fake."

"I remember Lockhart didn't believe it either, and it turned out...that was really tragic!"

"It's really miserable, I heard it's not going to get better."

Umbridge naturally knows about the curse. After all, she also attended Hogwarts, so she naturally knows about the curse. She doesn't take it seriously at all, but... the curse seems to be real?

Umbridge's face is ugly, and she feels the need to look into it.

However, she never thought that the president of the male and female student council would lead someone to attack her in the first class.

Of course, even though it may not be the case, Umbridge is still convinced that it has something to do with them~IndoMTL.com~ The most uncomfortable thing for her is that Albert Anderson is not easy to mess with!

Yes, it's not easy to mess with.

Because he didn't actually do anything, he just raised a question that everyone is more concerned about, and it's her personal reason to become like this.

People just think Umbridge's teaching is faulty, causing dissatisfaction among students.

Umbridge didn't dare to confront the students, so he arranged for self-study from the first page of the textbook to the first page, and asked Albert to help watch the class, and then went out immediately, so as not to stay and ask questions The trouble got worse, and she wouldn't even have a chance to step down, even if she wanted to rectify it, it wasn't now.

Everyone stared at Umbridge's back, and all of them immediately turned their attention to Anderson, who was sitting in the teacher's chair.

"Otherwise, give us a lecture!" someone suggested

"Never mind, I don't want to test the power of the curse myself," Albert didn't plan to teach anyone else.

"What about our Defence Against the Dark Arts exam?"

"I can provide you with the N.E.W.T. exam key points and give you some reference." Albert took out his wand, tapped on the blackboard behind him, and said to the students below, "If you want to copy the key points, take your time. Copy, sleep if you want, don't disturb others by talking loudly."

Everyone looked at each other and took out the parchment and quill. The classroom suddenly fell into an eerie silence. Only the sound of the quill writing on the parchment remained. Everyone was copying the key points. It's hard to learn anything really useful in Umbridge's classes.

Or else, get that guy out of the way.

Before, maybe no student would have this thought, but now it's different because they have Albert.

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