Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

The moment Umbridge saw Harry pull out the gloves, the smile froze on her face.

What the hell?!

Why a pure-blood duel all of a sudden in the middle of class?

Damn that Sebastian, he must have taught Harry Potter this.

To be honest, Umbridge had no intention of dueling Harry at all.

For no other reason than she couldn't beat him!

She had watched the Triwizard Tournament live in its entirety and had a very direct understanding of Harry's formidable combat power. Even some Aurors in the Ministry of Magic admitted that he had the level of an elite Auror.

As for herself, she was a desk-bound witch who had been sitting in an office for years and had no chance of winning whatsoever.

And listen to the assistants he wanted to invite: Sirius Black, the first madman to escape from Azkaban, who had played numerous Aurors for fools.

Mia Swan, who suppressed the troublemakers and maintained order at the Quidditch World Cup campsite, and was also Sebastian's wife, was someone she dared not provoke in the slightest.

Motherf**ker!

Umbridge cursed inwardly, unable to vent her anger.

And he even dragged Sebastian into it at the end, was that really necessary? Wasn't that just pure bullying? Why didn't you invite Dumbledore to be your assistant, you little bastard?

However, Umbridge no longer had time to think about such nonsense.

Watching Harry approach slowly with a smirk on his face, her expression became completely distorted.

"Harry Potter, what are you doing? I am a professor at Hogwarts, are you threatening me?"

She pointed her wand at Harry, staggering backward, quickly widening the distance between them, for fear that he would speed up and smash the gloves in her face, sealing the duel.

"Professor, don't run! You're a professor, how can you be afraid of a fifth-year student?" Harry continued to walk towards Umbridge unhurriedly, seemingly enjoying her embarrassment.

"Harry Potter! You can't do this, you can't..." Umbridge weaved between the desks and chairs, finally running quickly towards the classroom door along the wall.

"You wait here, I'm going to report this. Hogwarts' education has a big problem, a very big problem."

Watching Umbridge's figure disappear in a disheveled state at the classroom door, the young wizards burst into laughter.

"That's too cowardly, isn't it? Potter hasn't even made a move yet, why is she already running away?"

"Report to the higher-ups? How childish, like a child who goes to their parents when they can't win a fight."

"Harry, don't worry, even if she reports to Fudge, it's useless. The law doesn't prohibit pure-blood duels."

"Stop just being happy, what about our Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

Hearing this, the young wizards looked at each other. They had a premonition that it would be difficult to learn useful knowledge in Umbridge's class. If this continued, the O.W.L. exams would be completely ruined. After all, most of them were ordinary students and couldn't compare to a genius like Harry Potter.

Moreover, according to Professor Moody's teaching experience last year, fifth-year students should start learning about the Dark Arts.

Everyone needed to learn various means of resisting the Dark Arts under the guidance of a professor. If no one taught them, this part of the knowledge would definitely be lost. And among the people present, only Harry, who had attended Auror training, had been exposed to relevant knowledge.

"Why don't," one young wizard suggested, "Harry, why don't you teach us? Seriously, I'm not kidding."

In an instant, almost all the young wizards turned their attention to Harry, who was walking back to his seat.

Hermione's heart stirred, keenly realizing that this was an excellent opportunity, a chance to help Harry turn around his reputation and gather support. At the same time, she could also take this opportunity to exercise her political skills in preparation for entering the Ministry of Magic in the future.

She immediately stood up, pulling Harry up to the platform without explanation.

"Everyone, as you all know, the O.W.L. exam results will accompany us for the rest of our lives, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts score is even more important. But the new professor obviously doesn't take this to heart, so we need to save ourselves."

"I plan to apply to Professor Swan for a Defense Against the Dark Arts club, striving to help everyone get good grades in this subject."

"Hermione," Ron immediately supported, joining Hermione in a double act, "What are you planning to do? This subject is not that simple."

Hermione smiled confidently, looking at everyone and saying: "I will contact Professor Moody and get a lesson plan from him, then use a spell to copy it and distribute it to everyone."

"Granger, what if we can't understand the professor's lesson plan?"

"It's very simple, leave this to me," Hermione said without hesitation. "I will summarize all the key content of the O.W.L. according to the lesson plan, and then everyone can use the old textbooks to study the theoretical part themselves."

"As for the practical part," Hermione took a step back, letting Harry stand in the middle of the platform, "Harry can definitely handle this part of the teaching. At the weekly dueling club, he can teach everyone and then conduct practical exercises with everyone like Professor Moody."

"Hermione," Harry looked at Hermione in confusion, "What if students from other grades also join the club? I can't teach that many students?"

Without Harry's reminder, Hermione had already considered this point, or rather, she originally planned to pull all the students in the school into this club.

Of course, Harry didn't have the energy to teach everyone. If he couldn't be comprehensive, it would easily backfire on Harry.

However, this couldn't stump Hermione. She planned to pull in several more excellent and like-minded students to teach together, preferably students from each house, such as Cedric from Hufflepuff, as well as the male and female prefects from each house.

In this way, even if Umbridge wanted to make trouble later, she would have no way to start, after all, there's safety in numbers.

However, Slytherin's side...

Hermione glanced at the quiet Malfoy, unsure for a moment whether to invite him. However, she still patiently explained her plan to all the students.

"Granger," Malfoy's voice rang out as the young wizards responded one after another, "I have no interest in joining your club and working with Pot-ter."

When Harry and Umbridge had a conflict, Malfoy realized that the conflict between the two was根本无法调和, and today's matter would definitely not be over.

Ultimately, Harry's student status put him at a disadvantage when facing Umbridge. As long as Umbridge didn't say Harry was a liar, Harry would have no good reason to deal with her.

On the contrary, Umbridge could use her professor status to manipulate Harry from various angles.

Therefore, Malfoy decided to clash with Harry again, letting Umbridge know that there were still people in this school who disliked Harry as much as she did.

If she wanted to continue making trouble, there was a good chance she would win him over, and then the initiative would come to him.

Malfoy wasn't sure what Umbridge would do, but this was just an idle move anyway, and he still had to play out the break with Harry.

He stood up and said lazily: "Slytherin students, if anyone dislikes Harry Potter, feel free to come to me. I am also very willing to provide teaching guidance for Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Ron was furious. He had just stood up, ready to say a few sarcastic words, when he saw Professor McGonagall's familiar figure appear at the classroom door. He shrank his neck and quickly sat down.

"Harry Potter," Professor McGonagall said with a serious face, beckoning to Harry on the platform, "Please come with me for a moment."