Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 361 355. Ten points deducted from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter (please vote)

The situation continued until everyone in the classroom except Umbridge had their full attention on Hermione.

Even Umbridge felt that she could no longer turn a blind eye to the situation.

"Dear, do you have any questions?"

So Umbridge turned around and asked, looking exactly like she had just noticed her.

With her acting skills alone, she is much better than Fudge as her immediate boss.

"What passage in the book are you confused about? Professor Umbridge will be happy to answer it for you."

Hermione shook her head and kept looking at Umbridge: "It's not what's in the book."

Umbridge pretended to be casual and gently avoided her eyes: "If you have other questions, we can talk about it after class."

"I have a question about your course objectives."

Hermione simply got to the point.

Umbridge raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and her eyes stayed on Hermione for a while: "What's your name?"

"Hermione Granger."

"Well, Miss Granger, you think I've explained the objectives of this course in enough detail, and if you read what I wrote on the blackboard you'll understand."

There were only three dots written on the blackboard behind Umbridge.

1. Understand the basic principles of magic defense.

2. Learn to identify situations where magical defense can be used legally.

3. Evaluate magical defense in the context of actual use.

Well, at first glance, the learning content seems very rigorous, but in fact, the learning content makes no sense. You are facing a dark wizard who uses black magic. Do you still need to identify the occasion before opening it?

Hermione said bluntly: "Professor Umbridge, there is not a single word about using defensive spells."

"Use defensive spells?" Professor Umbridge repeated with a chuckle, continuing in her sickly sweet voice: "Gee, I can't imagine someone in my class that would require you to use defensive spells. Situation, Miss Granger. You don't expect to be attacked during class, do you?"

A simple change of concept, whether you will actually be attacked in the class and whether you need to learn defensive spells in the Defense Against Dark Arts class are two different things.

Being safe in school does not mean you are safe outside.

So Hermione didn't answer her directly.

"I think the name of our course is Defense Against the Dark Arts, not Defense Against the Dark Arts Theory."

Hermione said loudly, straightening her chest and looking level with Umbridge standing on the high podium.

"The overall goal of Defense Against the Dark Arts should be to learn defensive spells, not a bunch of useless theory, right?"

"Are you a specially trained education specialist from the Ministry of Magic, Miss Granger?"

"No, but."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Umbridge, who had a triumphant smile on her toad face, waiting for Hermione's words.

"Since you are not a relevant professional, I think you are not qualified to judge what the 'overall goal' of any course is. Our latest study plan was designed and formulated by wizards who are much older and smarter than you. .You will learn defensive spells in a safe, risk-free way."

This is very similar to when you complain about someone else's poor acting skills on the Internet, and netizens ask you if you are a relevant expert, and you answer no, it is the same as others saying that you are not qualified to comment.

In fact, your reasonable doubt is that you do not need to have relevant qualifications.

Word games that subtly change concepts are what Umbridge is best at. Obviously Hermione's rank is far inferior to hers.

It's not that he's not as smart as her, but it's the first time he's encountered something like this.

Hermione sat down and stared at Umbridge, looking very angry.

She was thinking, thinking about how to refute this pink toad.

The little wizards around were discussing in low voices again. They offended Dumbledore on the first day of school, and offended the 'Gryffindor Lioness' on the first day of class. It must be said that the new professor is very courageous. so big.

"I'll say it again." Seeing that she had the upper hand, Umbridge raised her voice proudly and smiled at Hermione in a particularly irritating way: "Miss Granger, I'll say it again. Let me ask you this again, do you think you will be attacked in my class?”

To show off her power. She planned to use Hermione to establish her power, but unfortunately, she chose the wrong target.

"I don't think it's possible to be attacked even if you're in a classroom."

Another voice sounded.

Everyone's first reaction was to look at Dudley, but unfortunately those words were not what he said. Dudley just sat on his seat with his eyes narrowed like an old monk in trance.

Someone else said this.

"You have to raise your hands before speaking in my class! Don't you even know this rule after studying for so long?"

However, after seeing the speaker, the smile on Umbridge's face became even brighter, as bright as sunflowers in the sunset: "Oh, it turns out to be the famous Harry Potter. What made you say this?" What are you talking about?"

The 'Boy Who Lived' was Dumbledore's supporter.

Her purpose is to take complete control of Hogwarts on behalf of the Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore is no longer trusted by Fudge.

He wants to eliminate danger.

And Umbridge was the executor he sent to eliminate danger.

So Umbridge lowered her voice, matching her deliberately sweet voice, as if there was a mouthful of ten-year-old phlegm stuck in her throat, and she couldn't cough it out or swallow it. It was indescribable. Discomfort: "Who do you think would attack kids like you? In this classroom!"

She stared at Harry with her protruding eyes like toads. She originally planned to put pressure on him from a condescending position, but unfortunately she was not that far apart in height. Even standing on the podium, she was still shorter than Harry, so she could only look up slightly. Looking at each other.

Harry glared back with his emerald eyes without showing any signs of weakness, which combined with his bulging muscles made Umbridge feel a little uncomfortable. She unconsciously took a small step back, only to hear Harry say He said every word seriously: "Of course, and there are many. For example, at the critical moment when I participated in the Triwizard Tournament last year, I was teleported to an inexplicable place where there were many Death Eaters."

Although the actual situation was not that Harry was teleported, but Dudley was in front of his face, so there is no problem saying that he was teleported.

The previous content was quite normal. When Harry said the words 'Death Eater', Umbridge's flabby, fat face visibly trembled a few times.

She turned to look at Harry with a malicious look.

As if she was one of those captured Death Eaters.

He said in a tone of great hatred: "Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter."