HP Magic Biography

In fact, Umbridge was not all a softie. In the next few days, Umbridge seemed to have discovered Harry's anomaly. Perhaps the black quill did not have any effect, but surprisingly, Umbridge didn't mention it, but on the last day, the enhanced quill still gave Harry a new scar on the back of his hand.

Here, Hermione said nervously, and put a small bottle of yellow liquid in front of Harry who had just returned to the lounge, put your hand in it, it can dissolve your wound, it's an analgesic The potion, Fan Lin just prepared it, it should be very effective, put your hands in it.

Harry exposed the wound, put his hand closer to the bottle, and felt the pain go away completely.

Crookshanks coiled around Fan Lin's leg, making a whirring sound, then jumped onto Harry's knee and rubbed it lightly.

Thank you! Harry said gratefully, stroking Crookshanks' ear with his left hand.

I still think you should plead, said Ron in a low voice.

No, no... Harry said feebly, McGonagall would go crazy if she knew...

Well, she might... Harry was silent for a moment, then hung his head.

Harry said unclearly, Umbridge issued an order that anyone who complains will be fired immediately.

Ron opened his mouth but didn't say a word. After a while, he closed it again, showing a kind of helplessness.

She's a terrible woman! said Hermione in a small voice.

It's terrible, you know, when you first came in, I was telling Fan Lin that we should do something to her, but Fan Lin seemed to have something, maybe someone sent him something...

It's not important... In fact, I suggest poison. Ron said cruelly. Obviously, Ron hated Umbridge to the extreme.

No... what I mean is, she's a very bad teacher and we don't learn anything about defense from her, said Hermione

So, what can we do? yawned Ron. It's too late, isn't it? She's got the job, she's staying here. Fudge has made sure.

Uh... Hermione said hypothetically, You know, I was thinking about...

Hermione cast her eyes on Harry and said, I think - maybe we have time to let us - do our own thing.

What about our own business? said Harry suspiciously, still keeping his hand in the potion he had prepared.

Well, then—we'll learn how to resist the Dark Arts ourselves, said Hermione.

Cut it off... Ron moaned in pain. You want us to do extra homework? Don't you realize it's only the second week and Harry and I are already buried in homework?

But it's more important than homework! said Hermione, and Harry and Ron looked at her with wide eyes.

I don't think there's anything more important than doing your homework, said Ron.

Don't be silly, of course there is, said Hermione, and Harry watched, dangerously, with the enthusiasm from when she first started the House-Elf Protection Society.

It's about preparing ourselves, like Harry said, when Umbridge had her first class, she made us do it over there. We had to make sure we could protect ourselves.

We can't do much for ourselves... said Ron in a defeated tone. I mean, we can find them in the library and practice them, I think—

No, I agree, we can get it out of the book and practice it ourselves, said Hermione, but we need a teacher, one that suits us, who can show us how to use it and show us how to correct it when we're wrong. .”

If we talk to Lupine... Harry said hesitantly.

No, no, we won't be looking for Lupine, said Hermione. He's so busy with organizing that I've seen him over there often not even stopping for weekends.

So, who? Harry frowned at Hermione and Hermione sighed deeply.

Isn't that obvious? Hermione said.

You mean... Fan Lin? Harry hesitated, Oh, Fan Lin is indeed suitable, in fact, his Defense Against the Dark Arts is stronger than the average Auror.

He can indeed. However, we have to consider that not all of us can use Fan Lin's spell. Of course, he can teach us with his ability. After all, he has always done this, but he alone is not enough. Hermione said, In fact, he is more suitable for private tutoring, to find the most suitable for one or several people...

Then what do you mean... Harry was silent for a moment, except for Fan Lin, he couldn't think of...

We were talking about you, Harry, said Hermione suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, the scene was silent for a while. The coals in the fireplace under the window behind Ron were booming, booming.

What about me? Harry asked.

I think you should teach everyone how to resist black magic.

Harry stared at Hermione. Then Hermione turned to Ron, as if Hermione was up to some unrealistic plan like the House-Elf Protective Society. But Harry was even more surprised that Ron didn't seem to be upset at all. He frowned, looking thoughtful. Then he said That's an idea!

What idea? Harry asked in disbelief.

You, and Fan Lin, the two of you together... Ron said, Teach us.

But Harry laughed suddenly, sure it was the two of them shaking his legs.

But I'm not a teacher, I don't know how to... and, I think, Fan Lin can do very well!

Harry, you are the best candidate to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts in this grade except Van Lin. Hermione said

Me? said Harry, grinning even harder. No, I'm not, you beat me every test—

Actually, I'm not. Hermione said calmly. You were taller than me in the third year... that was the only year we both sat for the exam and that was the only year there was one who knew the subject. The teacher came to teach us. I didn't tell you my grades that time, Harry. You did it that time!

Then what do you mean?

You know, I don't know of anyone bad enough to teach me, said Ron, laughing, turning his face to Harry. Let's see, he said, putting on a Goyle face, Year 1—you saved the Philosopher's Stone from You-Know-Who.

But it's just luck, Harry said, it doesn't mean strength. I couldn't cast a spell at the time. If it wasn't for Fan Lin's command...

The next year, interrupted Ron, you killed the basilisk and destroyed Riddle.

Yes, but Fox and Fan Lin helped me, I—

Third year, said Ron, a little louder, you beat hundreds of dementors head-on at a time—

You know it was a fluke, if that Time-Turner—

Last year, Ron almost shouted, you fought You-Know-Who again and escaped—

Listen to me! said Harry angrily, as Ron and Hermione were both grinning smugly. Just listen to me, okay? It sounds like it, but all the factors are luck - half the time I don't do anything, I don't plan anything, I don't even think about it, just every time can help-

Ron and Hermione were still laughing, and Harry was angrier, but even he didn't know why he was so angry. Don't just laugh about it here, you know you can do better than me, he said angrily I don't even know what happened, I just happened to be here, it's not that I'm good at defending against the dark arts Research - I just popped in - stop laughing!!!