Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Hearing Ron's statement, the young wizards couldn't help but complain.

"Exactly, what's the point of just reciting the textbook? They still won't know those spells."

"Does memorizing the history of the development of Defense Against the Dark Arts help us at all?"

"Professor, we don't need this garbage!"

"Professor, you need to help us get high scores on the O.W.L. exams."

"Professor, if we fail, will you help us find jobs?"

"Professor, if you really can't teach, then let the teaching assistant teach the class. Just let Harry do it; he's been doing a great job as a teaching assistant for the past two years anyway."

This suggestion immediately received unanimous praise from the students. In their opinion, even if Harry taught, he would be much better than this professor who only made everyone memorize theory.

Although Harry's reputation wasn't good, his strength was real. He was also very serious and responsible when he was a teaching assistant, and everyone was convinced to let him take over the class.

Anyway, no matter what, it was much better than Umbridge fooling people with these garbage theories.

What's more, in the past three years, whether it was Dumbledore, Lupin, or Moody, they had all taught Defense Against the Dark Arts with great success.

If they hadn't seen the light, everyone could have tolerated the darkness, but after seeing excellent professors, no student could tolerate Umbridge's teaching methods.

Listening to the discussions, Umbridge was so angry that her mouth almost twisted.

"Raise your hands! You must raise your hands in my class. This is the most important etiquette you should master."

"Professor," Daphne Greengrass stood up, "Hogwarts has been implementing educational reforms for two years. Every professor must prepare a lesson plan. I would like to ask, where is yours?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Neville also stood up: "Professor, according to the usual practice, you should first explain the teaching arrangements for this academic year to us in the first class, and then highlight the key points and compulsory points, among which the compulsory points are mainly based on practical operations."

"Raise your hands! You should raise your hands!" Umbridge was almost driven mad, "What key points and compulsory points? This is depravity."

She patted the book in her hand and shouted loudly: "The whole book is important! You should memorize all of it. The Ministry of Magic believes that as long as you can recite the theories inside fluently, you will definitely get high scores."

"As for the practical exam, you don't need to worry. The Ministry of Magic's examination committee is currently meeting to discuss canceling the practical exam."

"Just reciting the textbook can't protect our safety," Hermione said angrily.

"Danger? This is a school, where is there danger? Besides, the wizarding world is calm and peaceful now, and there are no signs of danger!"

"That's just the surface," Harry couldn't help but say, "If you just check the Auror Office's files, you'll know that there has always been danger happening in places we can't see."

"Then leave your safety to the Aurors, Mr. Potter."

"I don't think so," Harry stood up and said, word by word, "The only thing that can protect you at the first moment of danger is the wand in your hand. Otherwise, you'll be dead by the time the Aurors arrive."

"Just like when the Dementors attacked the school, if we didn't know the Patronus Charm, who knows what terrible things would have happened?"

"That was just a work error," Umbridge shouted sternly, "Mr. Potter, the Ministry of Magic has already issued an apology statement."

"Since the Ministry of Magic can't be comprehensive and the Aurors can't appear at the scene of an accident in the first time, then we need protective magic to protect ourselves," Harry immediately retorted.

"Moreover, when I was kidnapped by Barty Crouch Jr. this summer, the Aurors didn't rescue me in time; they were maintaining order at the scene."

"If I wasn't strong enough and held on in Voldemort's hands for a while, if it wasn't for Professor Swann, I would have started to rot by the time the Aurors really found me."

The classroom suddenly became quiet, and even the sound of parchment falling on the ground could be heard clearly.

"Gryffindor loses ten points!" Umbridge glared at Harry fiercely, "Mr. Potter is creating panic and seriously disrupting classroom order. I hope these ten points can sober you up."

"Oh..." Harry drawled, a dangerous smile appearing on the corner of his mouth, "Professor Umbridge, are you saying I'm lying?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Umbridge raised her head high and said in a contemptuous tone, "Minister Fudge once arranged for professional personnel to conduct inspections, and the result was that no trace of danger was found."

"So, Mr. Potter, your saying that a certain Dark Wizard has come out to act again is pure nonsense."

A smug smile appeared on Umbridge's face: "Mr. Potter, please open your eyes and distinguish between reality and illusion. Don't be a clown who tries to gain attention."

"Very good!" Harry nodded, took out a glove from his undetectable extension bag, and then smiled coldly at Umbridge, "It seems that, now, only blood can wash away the humiliation you have brought me and make everyone see clearly whether I am a liar."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, the atmosphere in the classroom changed from the previous silence and completely ignited.

"Merlin! It's a pure-blood duel. After Professor Swann, Harry Potter has also issued a pure-blood duel to Umbridge."

"Potter is so confident; it seems that there is some credibility to what he said."

Hearing this, some confused Muggle-born wizards quickly asked their companions around them.

What is a pure-blood duel?

What's going on with Professor Swann again?

It's only been a summer vacation, how have so many interesting things happened? And looking at everyone's appearance, they all know what's going on, which makes me feel like a country bumpkin.

After some pure-blood wizards explained in a chattering, embellished manner, everyone knew what Harry was doing, and the classroom became even more lively.

"Hey, do you think Professor Umbridge will dare to accept Potter's duel invitation? Unlike Professor Swann, Potter is just a fifth-year underage student."

"Her? What ability does someone who can only teach theory have? Potter is a regular in the dueling club, and his name is on the clear records of various instances. He also won the championship in the Triwizard Tournament in June."

"If she can't even beat Potter, she still has the nerve to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. That's enough!"

"It's hard to say. It also depends on the duel assistants each person invites."

"Hey, Harry!" A young wizard couldn't help but shout, "Who are you going to invite as your duel assistant?"

"Let me think..." Harry held the glove and walked slowly towards Umbridge step by step, "There are too many candidates; it's difficult to decide for a while."

"My godfather Sirius Black would definitely be willing. Madam Swann shouldn't sit idly by either, and for a more reliable option, I could also invite Professor Swann."

"Professor Umbridge, you're not afraid, are you? Don't worry; the duel assistants won't enter the arena until we two have a winner."

"Let's have a good fight!"