Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

Snape's dislike for Harry could not be more obvious. In fact, there are many people present who are much worse than Harry's. Crabbe's potion at this time has already emitted a smell of rotten eggs. smell, not to mention Malfoy's so-called potion that was so viscous that it had no shape.

"Tsk tsk, look at the look on Potter's face, I bet if I let him make it again, it will be worse than before. I've been liking Potions more and more since the first year, you know, In Professor Snape's class, it's really interesting to see the two idiots Harry and Neville being taught a lesson." Walking in the corridor of the basement, Malfoy had a cheerful and happy expression, and his walking pace was smooth. It's a lot lighter.

Lilian sneered disdainfully, "Come on, anyway, there is only one school year to spend with your little friends, let's do it and cherish it, this time will probably be your most meaningful memory in Hogwarts, After all, it is someone who has loved deeply."

Draco's face was blushing, he opened his mouth slightly, and then closed it tightly again. At this moment, he suddenly found out sadly that, in fact, the most vicious person has always been the one beside him.

Augustus smiled lightly and shook his head. Obviously, the unavoidable love story between Malfoy and Neville Harry had always been a concoction in Lilian's mouth. "Well, the next section should be Defense Against the Dark Arts. It seems that this new professor may bring an educational program with a strong bureaucratic atmosphere."

Lilian's crimson eyes showed a touch of disgust, "For these politicians who have long lived behind the mask of hypocrisy, it is obvious that anything can be used as a tool in their hands, starting with education, instilling the spirit of the Ministry of Magic in students. Thinking is really something that is more upright."

Walking into Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Umbridge was 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.

Augustus noticed that Umbridge seemed to know him, and that the professor visibly nodded and smiled at him as he entered the classroom.

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

Several classmates muttered "good afternoon" in reply.

"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! "

The usual method, starting with greetings, subtly establishes his prestige, the corners of Augustus's mouth curled up, and there was a hint of watching a show in his eyes.

"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."

Professor Umbridge opened her handbag, pulled out a surprisingly short wand, and tapped hard on the blackboard. Two lines of words appeared on the blackboard: Defense Against the Dark Arts returns to basic principles

"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.

A bunch of nonsense, and Augustus rarely showed a hint of impatience. It is because the Ministry of Magic has so many theoretical talents that it was suppressed by Voldemort, a half-way monk with no background, for a whole decade.Of course, this may be nothing more than a harbinger of the Ministry of Magic conveying a kind of rectification to Hogwarts.

The faint golden sunlight fell on Augustus through the window edge. He casually flipped through a few pages of the new tutorial "Magic Defense Theory", and Augustus gradually lost interest.

The content is very boring, almost as boring as listening to Professor Binns' lectures.In the front row of the classroom, Hermione suddenly raised her hand.

"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.

"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."

Augustus touched his chin. It seems that the gap between Gryffindor and Slytherin is so obvious sometimes. He is always on the front line, provoking and colliding with authority and shackles. I have to say that Gryffindor Fendo's passion and determination are as enviable as ever.

"I repeat, as long as you have learned the theory very well—"

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

Professor Umbridge looked up.

"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.

"Hmm, let me think??" Harry said in a falsely thoughtful tone, "Maybe?? Voldemort?"

Lilian sighed slightly. At this time, is she saying this name to show her bravery and fearlessness?It's so naive.

Lavender Brown let out a low scream, and Neville slumped over from the bench, but Professor Umbridge showed no signs of fear.She just stared at Harry with a look of vicious satisfaction on her face.

"Okay, let me clear a few things up."

Professor Umbridge stood up, leaned forward, and pressed his stubby-fingered palms on the podium.

"You've been told that a dark wizard has risen from the dead—"

Before the words fell, a faint voice suddenly sounded in the classroom, "Well, if the person you are talking about is not someone else, then it should be me." Augustus had a bright smile on his face, and his narrow eyes He revealed a playful smile.