Together [HP]

Ten minutes before the bell rang, Jacqueline said goodbye to Pansy.She walked into the classroom of the arithmetic and divination class, opened her schoolbag, and prepared the things to be used in the class.Soon, Hermione came in angrily, and she sat down beside Jacqueline.

"Harry has to stop doing that." Hermione waved her hand decisively. "He can't lose his temper at us for no reason anymore. We're on his side."

Jacqueline glanced at her and twitched the corners of her mouth, "Then I look like a trash can, do I have to accept your nonsense complaints?"

Hermione glared at her, and started pulling out her book. "You don't look surprised that the Ministry of Magic is starting to interfere with the school. You already knew about it?"

"I'm not sure I'm allowed to tell you this," Jacqueline said solemnly. "Maybe I should write a note to my mother before I tell you?"

"Jacqueline," said Hermione helplessly and apologetically, "I'm really, really sorry, I should have..."

"Hello, students." Professor Victor said in his full and steady voice, "I very much welcome you back to the arithmetic and divination class. This year, I personally think it is a very important year for you, because you will take the OWELs exam .I personally think this is more important than NEWTs. NEWTs determine what kind of job you can find in the future, but OWELs determine what you can learn in the future."

"Learning is for a lifetime, my children. Until now I dare not say that I know one-tenth of arithmetic and divination. Let us stop wasting these precious hours and bring out the forms I sent you last school year. Yes, Miss Zhang,"

When she heard the professor call out this name again, Jacqueline turned her head abruptly, and she saw Qiu Zhang just putting down her hand, "I forgot my form at home, Professor."

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay." Professor Victor pointed to his box, and a thick piece of parchment fell in front of Qiu Zhang. "Who else forgot their form?"

"You're interested in other people's feelings, Graham," said Hermione angrily.

"She's in the same class as us," Jacqueline said in amazement. "I never knew about it."

"There are many things you don't know." Hermione pushed back very rudely.She flipped the parchment in front of her.

"We are going to learn the fifth formula now. You must understand a little bit. Arithmetic divination can explain many things, the future, and personality, but it is very likely that it only explains a small fragment of it. Dangerous thing. Now, turn to page 718 of your book, and there is all the background on the fifth formula. I need you to read it carefully, and then we will explain its application."

There are some classes that you always wish it would end quickly, while others, you always feel that time flies too fast.When Professor Victor loudly assigned homework to them with the sound of the bell, everyone was still unsatisfied.

"Do the exercises on page 761 until you feel that you have mastered the formula. Remember, you can lie to me, but you can't lie to yourself. That's it, get out of class is over."

"I really hope this woman surnamed Umbridge won't make us feel bad." Before Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Pansy walked in with dark eyes, "I just stayed in the library for a class, and To check Professor Snape's information about moonstones. Guess what I found? Not at all!" She said a little frantically, "And you, how was your class with Miss Granger?"

"Did you know that Qiu Zhang is in our arithmetic and divination class?" Jacqueline said belatedly, "I also just found out."

Pansy glanced at her, waved his hands, and started to dig out the textbooks from his schoolbag.

Soon, Professor Umbridge walked in, still wearing the same fuzzy pink cardigan she had worn the night before, with the same black velvet bow on top of her head.It was as if a fly had landed on a skinned toad.

"That's a beautiful sweater," Pansy said loudly as Professor Umbridge passed them. "May I ask where you bought it?"

"Thank you, ma'am." Umbridge smiled at Pansy, walked to the back of the desk on the dais and sat down, and rearranged a pen that was skewed.

"I'm pretty sure my grandma would have liked it," Pansy whispered to Jacqueline, "if she was alive."

"She's a teacher from the Ministry of Magic." Hermione, who was sitting in front of them, turned to them and said, "You'd better..."

"Any teacher would appreciate a 'know-it-all' anyway," said Jacqueline, smacking her lips. "Don't ask me any questions I'm not sure I'm allowed to answer."

Hermione took a deep breath, turned her head, and rattled her book angrily.

"It seems that you didn't solve this problem on the train." Pansy snorted from the throat.

"A few tears won't solve the problem." Jacqueline said, looking at Hermione's back in front of her.

Soon, students came in one after another in the classroom, and they were all silent. Professor Umbridge was still unknown, and no one knew how strict she was about classroom discipline.

"Students, good afternoon!" She said after the whole class sat down.

Several classmates muttered "good afternoon" in reply.

"Tut, tut," said Professor Umbridge, "that's not going to work, is it? I would like your answer to be:" Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge. 'Please do it again.Good afternoon, students! "

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," they replied in unison.

"That's right," said Professor Umbridge's voice, "it's not too difficult, is it? Put away your wand, please, and get out your quill."

Many students exchanged depressed looks.The command to "put away the wand" was never followed by a lesson they found interesting.Jacqueline looked at the wand on her desk and snorted.

"Does she think we're only five?" said Malfoy impatiently, sitting behind her. "I don't know why Fudge asked her to come."

Professor Umbridge opened her handbag, pulled out a surprisingly short wand, and tapped hard on the blackboard. Two lines of words appeared on the blackboard: Defense Against the Dark Arts returns to basic principles

"Students, the teaching of your course has been intermittent and unsystematic, isn't it?" Professor Umbridge turned to face the whole class, crossed his hands and put his fingers squarely on his chest, Then he said, "The constant turnover of teachers, many of whom do not appear to be teaching to the standard of the Ministry-approved curriculum, unfortunately puts you far below the level you are supposed to be in OwLs.

"However, you will be pleased to know that these problems are about to be rectified. This year, we will be studying a carefully planned, theory-centred, Ministry-approved Defense Against Magic course. Please copy these words .”

She tapped on the blackboard again, and the two lines of words just now disappeared, replaced by "Course Objectives".

l. Understand the basic principles of magic defense art.

2. Learn to identify the situations in which magic defense can be legally used.

3. Assess defensive magic in the context of practical application.

The only sound in the classroom was the rustling of the quill pen writing on the parchment. Two or three minutes later, when every student had copied Professor Umbridge's three curriculum goals, she asked, "Is everyone The classmates all have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's "The Theory of Magic Defense"?"

There was a murmur of affirmation in the class.

"I think we're going to do it all over again," said Professor Umbridge. "When I ask you a question, I want you to answer 'Yes, Professor Umbridge.' or 'No, Professor Umbridge.' .' Again: Does everyone have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's Theory of Defense Against Magic?"

"Yes, Professor Umbridge," the class answered loudly.

"Very well," said Professor Umbridge, "I would like you to turn to page five and read 'Chapter 1, Introductory Fundamentals'. Do not whisper while reading."

Professor Umbridge left the blackboard and sat down on the chair behind the podium, staring at everyone with his toadlike eyes with drooping lids.Jacqueline turned to page five of his Theory of Defense Against Magic and began to read.

The content is very boring, almost as boring as listening to Professor Binns' lectures.Soon Jacqueline felt her concentration waning little by little.

Empty your mind, empty your emotions.

Empty your mind, empty your emotions.

Empty your mind, empty your emotions...

Then, she felt herself being poked by Pansy, she looked over blankly, and following Pansy's gaze, she saw Hermione's hand standing in front of her like a pole.

Jacqueline was not fully awake at that time, and she thought that Hermione had encountered some problem that she couldn't understand in the book.But soon, she woke up.She could see from behind Hermione that Hermione hadn't even opened her Theory of Defense Against Magic.She stared unblinkingly at Professor Umbridge, one hand held high.

It was very funny, and she couldn't remember Hermione ever failing to read when a teacher asked her to, or being able to resist the temptation to open any of the books presented to her.Jacqueline propped her head on her right hand, her eyes darting back and forth between Hermione and Professor Umbridge, who was looking firmly in the exact opposite direction.

Jacqueline watched Harry look at her with strange, questioning eyes, but she just shook her head slightly, indicating that she didn't want to answer the question right now, and then continued to stare at Professor Umbridge.

After a few more minutes, the three of them were not the only ones watching Hermione.The chapter the teacher told them to read was too long-winded and boring, and more and more students would rather watch Hermione quietly catch Professor Umbridge's attention than gnaw on something "Getting Started with Fundamentals".

Later, more than half of the class was staring at Hermione instead of their textbooks, and Professor Umbridge seemed to think she could no longer turn a blind eye to the situation.

"Honey, do you have any questions about the content of this chapter?" she asked Hermione, who seemed to have just noticed her.

"No, not about this chapter," said Hermione.

"Oh, we're reading now," said Professor Umbridge, showing his small, sharp teeth. "If you have any other questions, we can talk about them after class."

"I have a question about your course objectives," said Hermione.

Professor Umbridge raised an eyebrow, and Jacqueline blinked furiously, hoping she had heard wrong.

"What's your name?"

"Hermione Granger," said Hermione.

"Well, Miss Granger, I think these course objectives are very clear, if you read them carefully from cover to cover," said Professor Umbridge in a firm, cooing tone.

"I don't think so, though," said Hermione bluntly, "it doesn't say a word about using defensive spells."

After a brief silence, Jacqueline still supported her head with her right hand, and she scanned the three course objectives on the blackboard.Well, to be honest, she thought it would be Potter who couldn't help but confront the professor first.

"Using defensive spells?" repeated Professor Umbridge with a chuckle. "Gee, I can't imagine a situation in my class that would require you to use defensive spells, Miss Granger. You wouldn't think that Will you be attacked in class?"

"Can't we use magic?" Ron shouted.

"In my class, students have to raise their hands first if they want to speak, you are."

"Weasley." Ron said and raised his hand quickly.

Professor Umbridge smiled even more kindly, and turned his back on Ron.Harry and Hermione immediately raised their hands too.

Pansy silently mouthed two words to Jacqueline, and Jacqueline knew what she was talking about without knowing how to read her lips: watch a play.

Professor Umbridge's puffy eyes rested on Harry for a moment, and then she said to Hermione, "What, Miss Granger? Do you have any other questions?"

"Yes," said Hermione, "the overall aim of Defense Against the Dark Arts should of course be to practice defensive spells, shouldn't it?"

"Are you a Ministry-trained education specialist, Miss Granger?" Professor Umbridge asked in her cloyingly sweet falsetto.

"No, but..."

"Well, I don't think you are qualified to judge what the 'overall goal' of any course is. Our latest study plan was designed by wizards much older and wiser than you. A safe, risk-free way to learn defensive spells..."

"What's the use?" said Harry aloud. "If we're attacked, it won't be in a..."

"Hands up, Mr. Potter!" said Professor Umbridge in a singing voice.Harry quickly raised his hand high.Professor Umbridge did it again.

Immediately turned his face to look elsewhere, but now several other students raised their hands.

"What's your name?" Professor Umbridge asked Dean.

"Dean Thomas."

"Go ahead, Mr. Thomas."

"Well, it's like Harry said, isn't it?" Dean said, "If we're attacked, there's no way we're not going to be without risk."

"I'll say it again," said Professor Umbridge, smiling at Dean in that particularly irritating way, "do you think you're going to be attacked in my class?"

"No. But..."

Professor Umbridge's voice overshadowed Dean's. "I don't want to criticize some of the way this school is run," she said, putting on a false smile and widening her wide mouth, "but in this class you have encountered a few very irresponsible It is really irresponsible for a wizard, not to mention," she let out a piercing laugh, "there are especially dangerous half-humans and half-beasts."

"If you mean Professor Lupine," said Dean angrily, "he's the best teacher we've ever had."

"Hands up, Mr. Thomas! As I said just now, the magic they introduced to you is very complicated, not suitable for your age group, and has great potential harm. You are so scared that you think you have Both ends will be attacked by black magic."

"No, we didn't," said Hermione, "we just..."

"You didn't raise your hand, Miss Granger!"

Hermione raised her hand, and Professor Umbridge turned away.

"I believe that my predecessor not only cast illegal spells on your face, but cast those spells on you."

"But then it turns out he's a lunatic, isn't he?" said Dean angrily. "We've still learned a lot, to be honest."

"You didn't raise your hand, Mr Thomas!" said Professor Umbridge in a trembling voice. "Well, the Ministry of Magic believes that theoretical knowledge can help you pass the exams more effectively. After all, it is the students who pass the exams. The purpose of the school. What's your name?" She asked, staring at Parvati who had just raised her hand.

"Parvati Patil, isn't there anything practical in our Defense Against the Dark Arts exams? Shouldn't we show that we can actually cast spells and other magic?"

"As long as you've learned the theory very well, there's no reason why you shouldn't be able to cast spells under strictly controlled examination conditions," said Professor Umbridge contemptuously.

"Don't you need practice beforehand?" Parvati asked in disbelief. "Are you telling us that the first time we cast those spells was during exams?"

"I'll say it again, as long as you learn the theory very solidly..."

"What good is theory in the real world?" Harry asked loudly, raising his fists high again.

Professor Umbridge looked up.

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

"So don't we need to prepare for what's waiting outside?"

"There's nothing waiting out there, Mr Potter."

"Oh, is it?" said Harry.He looks like he's about to hit a breaking point.

"Who do you imagine attacking a child like you?" asked Professor Umbridge in a voice that was terribly intimate.

"Well, let me see..." Harry said in a falsely thoughtful tone, "Maybe, Voldemort?"

Ron gasped, Lavender Brown let out a low scream, Neville slumped and fell off the bench, Jacqueline's hand supporting her head tightened, and she had no doubts about her own strength. The nails may have scratched her face.Professor Umbridge, however, showed no signs of fear.She just stared at Harry with a look of vicious satisfaction on her face.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr Potter."

There was silence and silence in the classroom.Everyone was either staring at Umbridge or Harry.

"Okay, let me clear a few things up."

Professor Umbridge stood up, leaned forward, and pressed his stubby-fingered palms on the podium.

"Someone told you that a certain dark wizard came back from the dead..."

"He's not dead," said Harry angrily, "but yes, he's back!"

"Mr. Potter, you have already made your house lose ten points, don't make things worse," Professor Urmridge finished the sentence in one breath, without looking at Harry, "As I said just now , someone told you that a certain dark wizard has come out again. This is nonsense."

"That's not nonsense!" said Harry. "I saw him, and I wrestled him!"

"In detention, Mr Potter!" said Professor Umbridge triumphantly. "Tomorrow evening. Five o'clock. In my office. I repeat, this is nonsense. The Ministry guarantees that you will not encounter Danger from any dark wizard. If you still have doubts, please be sure to come to me after class. If someone scares you with nonsense about dark wizards coming back from the dead, I would love to listen. I am always ready to help you. I It's your friend. Well, please continue to page five, 'Getting Started Fundamentals'."

Professor Umbridge took a seat behind her lectern.Harry stood up instead.The classmates all stared at him blankly, and Seamus looked half scared and half curious.

"Harry, don't!" Hermione warned softly.

"So, according to you, Cedric Diggory fell down and died by himself?" asked Harry, his voice trembling slightly.

The whole class gasped at the same time, for none of them except Ron and Hermione had heard Harry talk about what happened the night Cedric died.They looked eagerly at Harry, and then at Professor Umbridge, who raised her eyes to Harry's, and there was no longer a smirk on her face. "Cedric Diggory's death was an unfortunate accident," she said coldly.

"Murder," said Harry.He felt himself trembling.He barely talked to anyone about it, let alone in front of thirty classmates who listened with prickly ears. "Voldemort killed him, and you know it."

Professor Umbridge's face was expressionless.For a moment, Harry thought she was going to scream at him.But then she said, in the softest, sweetest little girl's voice, "Come here, Mr. Potter, dear."

Harry kicked his chair aside and walked past Ron to the podium.He could feel the whole class holding their breath.He was too angry to care what happened next.

Professor Umbridge drew a roll of pink parchment from her handbag, spread it out on the lectern, dipped her quill into the inkwell, and began writing hastily.She was leaning over the lectern so Harry couldn't see what she was writing.No one spoke.After a minute or so, she rolled up the parchment, tapped it with her wand, and the parchment sealed itself firmly, preventing Harry from opening it.

"My dear, take this to Professor McGonagall," said Professor Umbridge, handing the parchment to Harry.

Harry took the parchment from her without a word, left the classroom without looking back at Ron and Hermione, and slammed the door behind him.

The author has something to say:

I know there is a bug here, please treat Qiu Zhang as the same grade as Harry and the others, thank you.