HP Magic Biography

There was a brief silence as the class turned to look and frown at the three syllabus objectives still written on the blackboard.

A defensive spell? said Professor Umbridge, with a slight smile. Why, I need you to use the defensive spell in my class, Mr. Valinair. You certainly don't want to be attacked in class.

We're not going to use magic? Ron yelled.

Professor Umbridge, still smiling, turned his back on him. Harry and Hermione immediately raised their hands too. Professor Umbridge's eyes rested on Harry for a moment before asking a question.

Well, Miss Granger? Do you want to ask other questions? Different from Mr. Fanlin's questions?

Yes, Hermione said firmly. Are you sure the whole point of Defense Against the Dark Arts is to practice Defense against Charms?

Are you an education specialist in the Department of Magic, Miss Granger? said Professor Umbridge in a falsely sweet voice.

No, but... Before Hermione finished speaking, Umbridge interrupted directly.

Okay, I'm afraid you're not yet qualified to determine what the point of a Defense Against the Dark Arts subject is. Wizards smarter and much older than you have already determined what to study for us. You will be safe and take no risks The way to learn defense spells...

But what's the use? said Harry loudly. We're going to be attacked, it's not going to help...

Hands, Mr. Potter! said Professor Umbridge, even louder.

Harry... Fan Lin had a headache, he winked at Harry, but Harry didn't look at him at all, the distance between them was too far.

Harry jerked his hand hard into the air.

And again, Professor Umbridge turned away briskly, but now more hands were raised.

What's your name? Professor Umbridge said to Dean. Dean... Dean Thomas...

Well, Mr. Thomas?

So, that's what Harry said, isn't it? said Dean. It's not going to be dangerous if we're under attack.

As I said, Professor Umbridge said slowly, giving Dean a provocative smile, do you wish to be attacked in class?

No,

but……

Professor Umbridge interrupted. I don't want to criticize a thing that's going on in this school, she said, with an unconvincing smile on her wide mouth. But you've exposed the class. There are some very unreliable wizards, very unreliable... needless to mention, she smiled sinisterly, especially those of mixed blood.

If you're talking about Professor Lupine, Dean grew annoyed, he's the nicest thing we've ever met—

Shut up! Mr. Thomas! As I said, when you learn some complex spells, and spells not suitable for age can have fatal effects. When you encounter black spells at other times, you will Be horrified to believe that I am right.

No, said Hermione, we're just...

Your hand wasn't raised, Miss Granger! Hermione held up her hand, and Professor Umbridge turned away from her. As far as I understand it, my ex didn't just cast an illegal spell in front of you, he actually cast the spell on you.

Okay, he turned into a madman, didn't he? Dean retorted fiercely, mind you, our load is still heavy.

Your hand is not up, Mr Thomas! Professor Umbridge's voice trembled.

Now, studying the theory of the Ministry of Magic will be enough to pass your exams, and after all, all about the school. What's your name? she added, watching Parvati, whose hand had just been raised s student.

Parvati Patil. But doesn't the Wizarding Defense Against the Dark Arts test involve a bit of practical experience? Shouldn't we hypothetically demonstrate the defense spells and things we actually do?

As long as you've learned enough theory, and long enough, there's no reason why a spell couldn't be done under careful, carefully controlled conditions, said Umbridge contemptuously.

Without pre-practice? Parvati said skeptically. Are you telling me that the first time we cast magic was during exams?

I repeat, as long as you spend enough time learning enough theory—

Such a good theory going into the real world? Harry said loudly, holding his hands in mid-air again. Professor Umbridge looked up.

This is the school, Mr Potter, not the real world, she said softly.

So we don't need to prepare for the battle that awaits us?

There is no battle for us, Mr Potter.

Oh, is it? Harry said, his emotions, beneath the surface, already boiling.

Do you want to attack the child? Or...yourselves? Professor Umbridge asked in a sweet and terrifying voice.

Well, let me see, Harry replied in a voice that pretended to be thoughtful, Maybe, Voldemort?

Ron began to gasp, Lavender Brown let out a small scream, and Neville nearly slipped out of his chair. Seamus, on the other hand, looked disdainful. As for the rest of the people, they were a little more shocked. Fan Lin and Hermione frowned. many.

But Professor Umbridge didn't flinch. She looked at Harry grimly, a look of satisfaction on her face.

Fifty points deducted from Gryffindor. The classroom fell silent. Everyone was looking at Professor Umbridge or Harry.

Now, let me make something simple. Professor Umbridge stood up and leaned towards him, her stubby fingers spread out on the table. You told me a dark wizard was resurrected...

He's not dead, said Harry angrily. And, he's back! Mr. Potter, I have to warn you that you... have... lost... 50 points to your... college, so...don't... It's made... worse, Professor Umbridge yelled at him without looking at him.

You sent us notice that a dark wizard has grown stronger. It's a lie.

It's not a lie! said Harry. I saw him. I fought him!

Retention, Mr. Potter, said Professor Umbridge triumphantly. Tomorrow night. Five o'clock. My office. As I said, it was a lie. The Ministry of Magic guarantees that you will not be in danger from any dark wizards. If you are still concerned, an hour after class can explain it to you. If Someone lied to you about the rebirth of the dark wizard, and I'd love to hear about it. I can help you. I'm your friend. Now, read on, page 5, 'Fundamentals for Beginners'

Professor Umbridge sat behind her desk. Harry, however, stood up. Everyone looked at him; Seamus was half frightened, half fascinated.