I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

For the prophecy, Umbridge only felt uncomfortable, and smiled contemptuously.

It seemed to be telling Trelawney that she was ready to leave Hogwarts.

Harry and Ron also felt that this prophecy was too hasty, as if it was completely made up.

But after class, they heard Umbridge screaming.

Everyone looked, and one of Umbridge's feet was dragged in by the tricky stairs.

Unfortunately, she was holding something in her hand and the pen almost pierced her eye.

After pulling out her leg, she limped to the school hospital.

Sisters Lavender and Pelty looked at John adoringly and asked, "How do you know?"

"Prophecy, and... tricks." John smiled mysteriously.

Peeves came out from the stairs on one side, as if he wanted to see which unlucky ghost was caught.

He was a little disappointed to see that he was not a student.

There is also Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon.

Big beautiful teacher, Ozzy Heard's class.

Among other things, the enthusiasm of the boys has been mobilized.

Like in second year, Lockhart taught the girls to motivate them.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class changes every year and is arranged according to the professor's preferences.

This Defense Against the Dark Arts class, there are various small props in the classroom.

A paper owl flying on the ceiling, and a small charmander.

"Meet you for the first time," Ozzy Heard said with a peppermint lollipop in his mouth.

She is an old smoker, and she is not allowed to smoke during class time, so she has to hold a lollipop to hold it.

"Take out your textbook "Dark Arts, Defense, Guide", and I will teach you some practical abilities, such as how to better use the wand in your hand."

After knocking on the blackboard, Oz pulled away the human-sized object covered with a layer of cloth.

Inside is a somewhat old humanoid target.

"In Auror training, we will conduct various training, but the most important thing is the wand in hand."

Ozzy waved his wand, and several origami owls emerged from the wand.

"There is an advanced method of casting spells, silent casting, which requires the user to have a high degree of magic proficiency."

Ozzy didn't speak either, and waved his wand, making owls fly past the students one by one.

With another wave, the owl ignited and hit the human target.

The humanoid target was knocked out, and before it fell down, Ozzy waved it again, and the target floated up and fell to the front of the podium.

This silent casting made the students amazed.

"This is a sixth grade course. The first thing you need to master is how to strengthen your resilience."

"Ask." Oz, who is used to the Auror's style, is quick to do things. "What are the three important elements of magic?"

The students were stunned, and Hermione frowned, carefully recalling the past classes.

Apparently, in the previous happy education of Defense Against the Dark Arts, few of them could mention these things.

John raised his hand, and Ozzy's eyes lit up, "Mr. Wick."

"Magic, spells, techniques."

"Very good, 10 points for Slytherin."

Ozzy didn't expect that some of the students in this group could answer well, so he continued, "Magic power is the basis for us to operate magic, spells are the method of manipulating magic, and skills are about how we can cast spells quickly. "

Ozzy is talking about Auror training courses, so it is a bit difficult for fifth graders.

They learn the first application of the spell, the one the Aurors use the most.

disarm you.

In this regard, Harry seems to have a special talent.

Points for Gryffindor.

When the class was about to end, the other person was very dissatisfied.

umbridge.

Yes, as an investigator.

Umbridge had to hang around every class, even Defense Against the Dark Arts.

She gives an opinion.

Unlike Aurors like Oz, Umbridge felt that they didn't need to cultivate a group of guys who might hurt people in the magical society, but a group of people who could pass the exam.

"I just let students have the ability to protect themselves against black magic." Ozzy Heard frowned.

The courses of this semester are the application of the disarming spell, the application of the stun spell, and the application of the obstacle spell.

"I think students should put passing the exam as their top priority," Umbridge raised his eyebrows, dissatisfied with Ozzy's teaching, "No one will hurt them."

Ozzy felt baffled. She just accepted the mission to be a professor here, and couldn't figure out Umbridge's strange brain circuit.

And Umbridge felt that she was sent to seize power from Dumbledore. She was used to controlling everything, including the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor from the Ministry of Magic.

The two people have different ideas, and they feel a little bit unhappy.

Ron approached Harry and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you say they were in the same group?"

Harry is also confused, Ozzy is with Johnny Silverhand, and Johnny Silverhand is the 'bad guy' with the Ministry of Magic against Dumbledore.

He should have thought that Ozzy and Umbridge would be in the same boat, but he didn't expect that to be the case.

Anyway, it seems that the Ministry of Magic didn't mean to target Dumbledore at all.

Judging from Ozzy's performance, she is serious about teaching.

In fact, this was also John's intention, to draw hatred on Umbridge. Even if some students were suppressed, they would not bear the hatred to the Ministry of Magic, but to Umbridge personally.

After all, the Ministry of Magic still has a positive example of Ozzy, they will only think that Umbridge is dictatorial, and a rat droppings ruined a pot of porridge.

"Do you think students will be attacked in class?" Umbridge pressed Ozzy with a smirk.

It's a good idea to change the concept, and Defense Against the Dark Arts is not only used in schools, but Umbridge said aggressively: "I don't want to criticize some of the school's running methods."

"But in this class, you have come into contact with several irresponsible wizards."

"Magic is complicated and not suitable for your age group."

"You were so frightened that you thought you would be attacked by black magic every two days."

"I think theoretical knowledge will help you pass the exam more effectively."

"What's the use of theory in the real world?" Harry asked aloud, overwhelmed.

"Raise your hands, Mr. Potter." Umbridge smiled, "This is a school, not the real world."

In John's opinion, Umbridge was a real messer.

"Don't we need to get ready for what's waiting outside?" Harry was annoyed.

Umbridge said in a voice that was sickeningly intimate, "There's nothing waiting out there, as I said, raise your hands and talk."

"Who do you think would attack a child like you?"

"Hey, let me think about it," Harry said with a smirk, pretending to think, "Maybe... Voldemort?"

There were gasps and screams, and the name seemed to be some kind of switch.

John looked indifferent, Malfoy leaned back on the table, Neville clenched his fists, and the tip of Daphne's pen pierced the parchment.

Harry was getting more and more nervous.

John's eyes were deep, let's make a fuss and see how Dumbledore ends up.

Umbridge's face twitched, and Harry was immediately deducted ten points.

Harry still yelled fiercely, "He's not dead, he's back."

"Nonsense!"

Not many people knew about it. In the Ministry of Magic, no one would take it seriously if the Minister didn't speak up.

"This is not nonsense, I saw him, I wrestled with him!"

"Retention, Mr. Potter."

Oz couldn't stand the farce anymore, "Ms Umbridge, I hope you respect me in class."

"Oh, sorry, come to my office at five o'clock tomorrow evening." Umbridge didn't know what respect meant.

She was chosen to check and balance Dumbledore, and it was useless for anyone to come.

But she didn't know, the more this happened, the more nervous Harry became.

"So, according to you, Heinrich Edgar burned himself?" said Harry sarcastically.

Now, the atmosphere is quiet.

"Potter!" Malfoy stood up tremblingly.

Finding that something was wrong with him, Ozzy said, "Malfoy, sit down."

He fixed his eyes on Harry, held his wand in his hand, and said angrily: "Don't use your rotten mouth to say his name!"

"I don't allow anyone, anywhere, to use him as capital for ridicule or showing off!"

Malfoy roared out, as if he would release a curse in the next second, which made people feel scared.

But he was not the point, everyone looked at the other person.

John scowled, his eyelids lifted slightly.

There was a feeling of suffocation, as if the whole classroom would be ignited in the next second.

"You can say that you are the savior who fought against Voldemort, Harry Potter," John's depressing voice sounded, "but you should not take the death of others as a display of your heroism."

"That's stupid and equally annoying."

The cold words brought a chill even in the air.

Oz was about to speak, but stopped.

She looked at the white air she exhaled, and the feeling of cooling was not an illusion.

Reaching out to touch the table, a layer of hoarfrost formed on it.

Umbridge didn't notice this, but the words she was about to explain about Heinrich's death disappeared.

The freezing coldness seemed to corrode everyone present.

After Harry calmed down a little, he realized that he seemed to have said something.

Until the end of get out of class, the coldness disappeared.

A thin layer of dew condensed on the glass.

John got up to leave, and Malfoy followed, hitting Harry hard on the shoulder as he passed.

It made Harry stagger and nearly fall.

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