Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Feel sorry?

Umbridge looked at Harry in astonishment.

The brain was down, and some didn't react.

Her first reaction was surprise and disbelief.

Potter actually apologized to himself? Did he realize his mistake?

After this self-righteous thought disappeared from her mind, she belatedly noticed the second half of the sentence - "This is not your Defense Against the Dark Arts class", and it was in the past tense.

This is

Harry didn't give her a chance to think carefully, so he raised his wand and waved it lightly.

The floating spell was holding her flamboyant pink coat, with a finger of the wand, a parabola was drawn, and it landed with a bang, and was thrown out.

Immediately afterwards.

With a bang, the classroom door was slammed shut.

Umbridge couldn't believe it. He stared at the wall in front of the corridor that separated him by a punch, and took a deep breath. He actually received worse treatment than Scrimgeour—just last week, Scrimgeour was also kicked out. But he was just pushed out, but he was thrown out!

As a dignified professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he was thrown out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom by the students!

She blushed and clenched her fists.

shame!

What a shame!

How could I be treated like this?

This shouldn't have happened to me.

She propped herself up on the ground, turned over, got up with difficulty, walked back, and pushed the door hard with a bang: "Potter, you are like this."

There are many obstacles!

Before she could get a good look inside the classroom, Harry threw a spell on her, knocking her out of the way.

Lock the throat and lock the tongue!

Before she could utter the second sentence, she cast another spell, silently suffocating her.

Transformation spell!

The thing Filch hated most was distorted tiles in the hallway - he would rather clean up a whole bathroom that the Weasley brothers had polluted with feces and fireworks than face a hallway altered by the Transfiguration Charm , even if it's just a first-year level Transfiguration Charm, changing the color of the hallway or something.

He's a Squib, no magic at all.

Four hands reached out, grabbed Umbridge by the limbs, and hoisted her from the ceiling.

In classrooms.

A Hufflepuff looked at Harry in surprise: "Potter, she's a professor."

"She's not." Harry shook his head and responded, "Which Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would tell us to put away our wands?"

"Find out what class this is."

"Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Could it be that when you face the black wizard in the future, you have to recite long passages of the text to him?"

Hermione opened her mouth and helped to add: "And we are already in the fifth grade this year, and the end of this semester is the Owls exam. Although we have been very lucky in the past few years, Professor Lupine in the third grade, then Professor Moody, and Professor Black, but if we finally In the past six months, a professor who only lets you read books suddenly came, can you still get good grades in the owls exam?"

Ron joked: "That can only be an owl."

No one laughed along with him.

Only he smiled awkwardly and buried his head.

The little badger opened his mouth, but said nothing.

"But now Professor Black." Another Hufflepuff spoke. He had read this morning's newspaper, and the Ministry of Magic announced that it was investigating all people suspected of being Death Eaters. Sirius Black was also there. in.

Harry waved his hand: "Don't worry."

"Ron, you go."

Ron, who was suddenly named, was stunned, a little unresponsive, he looked at Harry blankly, his eyes were confused, he raised his hand hesitantly, and pointed to himself: "Me?"

Harry nodded: "You are the prefect of Gryffindor."

"But." Ron stood up, stammering, his eyes rolling over Harry and Hermione.

Both of them are stronger than themselves.

Harry didn't say much.

In the dueling class, Hermione fought against herself, and she won more than she lost.

"You've also read Sirius' lesson plan." Harry encouraged him, "Just follow that."

Ron nodded: "Oh, okay."

Both Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw looked at Ron with scrutiny—they didn't completely disbelieve, but they just responded with great suspicion. Ron's sense of presence in Hogwarts has never been low. But his most prominent status is that of Harry Potter's friend, so that his third-year grades are very mediocre.

At the beginning of fifth grade.

Many people have questioned why Ron is a prefect and not Harry? Could it be because the Weasleys have a custom of being Hogwarts prefects?

He walked up to the podium, took a deep breath, and stammered.

The podium was a little strange to him.

Being in full view, being the one teaching others, it felt like Ron was even stranger.

He has never had such a family experience, and he has become the focus of everyone's attention. Although he would sit at the long Gryffindor table in the past and talk about Harry's magical experience with the little wizards, he would also have this experience. There were many people watching, but at that moment he also knew that the main character in focus was not himself but Harry.

But anyway, he is no stranger to the knowledge of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and he has indeed seen Sirius' lesson plans, although only a small part.

From the stumbling at the beginning, to the proficiency later.

Ron was not good at lecturing, not as detailed as Lupine, not as passionate as Sirius, but it was a normal class anyway, much better than Quirrell and Lockhart.

The get out of class bell rang.

The little badgers clapped their hands, making Ron blush.

They opened the door and walked out.

The huge pink toad was hanging on the wall, startling them, but they quickly ignored it and left talking and laughing.

Harry didn't break the spell for her either.

Filch came over and looked at her sadly, but no matter how worried he was, he couldn't cast magic, so he had to find other professors.

Dumbledore wasn't there.

Snape wasn't there either.

Professor Sprout made an excuse to put the students in confinement, Professor Flitwick was not feeling well, only Professor McGonagall agreed, but she had to deal with the brawl among the students first, Slytherin had a turmoil recently, the class Chang fights with students every day, and Snape doesn't want to take care of his own college's affairs, so the burden of all this will fall on himself, the vice-principal.

Defense Against the Dark Arts class ends at half past four.

It was eight o'clock in the evening when Professor McGonagall rushed over.

With a wave of her wand, she restored the wall, and with a bang, Umbridge fell to the ground, causing her to yelp.

"Sorry, Professor Umbridge, there is something wrong with Slytherin House, so I've been delayed until now." McGonagall looked at her calmly and apologized sincerely.

Umbridge grinned: "Two hundred points off Gryffindor!"

"Potter is too much, how dare he."

McGonagall nodded: "Potter is indeed too much, but he has always had the guts. As far as I know, all Defense Against the Dark Arts professors before you have been beaten by Mr. Potter."

Umbridge was taken aback.

"This has almost become a school tradition." Professor McGonagall was very calm. "From the first grade to the fifth grade, even Snape, who was temporarily acting as a substitute teacher, did not escape."

Umbridge took a deep breath: "How can Hogwarts tolerate such students!"

"Punish him severely, Professor McGonagall"

"Of course, I've been doing this." McGonagall interrupted her, "Mr. Potter has been locked up by me."

"It seems that there are some problems with your educational achievements. He is still in the fifth grade." Umbridge's voice became sweet again, "I think you should give him to me and let me educate him well."

McGonagall was expressionless: "Of course, you have the right. You are a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor appointed by the Ministry of Magic, and you are qualified to confine any student."

"Whoever that person is."

"However, dear Professor Umbridge, if you want to put someone in detention, you should not tell me, but the student who is locked up, unless you want to lock me up."

"I have to remind you."

"At Hogwarts, professors don't have the power to confine professors."

Umbridge could barely breathe.

Want to let yourself tell Harry Potter that you want to put him in confinement?

With that lawless temperament, I'm afraid that as soon as I say a word to him, I will be hung up like today.

She stared at Meg.

Why did I tell you this, don't you really understand?

McGonagall greeted slowly: "I'm leaving first, and I still have some work to do." She walked in a hurry, and didn't give Umbridge any chance to save herself.

Gryffindor Tower.

The snow has stopped today, but the cold wind is still bitter.

Many young couples who want to date try, but immediately give up, retreat to the common room, or go to the castle to find some abandoned classrooms.

Someone who shouldn't be here is here.

Cedric, Hufflepuff's outstanding seventh year.

"Harry." Standing at the door of the Gryffindor lounge, he greeted happily when he saw Harry come out.

"Why are you here?" Harry asked him.

Cedric smiled: "Thank you, we have all taken Professor Umbridge's class, it is really boring, and I have to say, it is really useless, fortunately, you are here, let five The juniors had a great class."

"Then you have to thank Ron." Harry shook his head.

Cedric nodded: "Of course, I will thank Weasley alone for a while, but now I want to ask your opinion on something."

Harry looked at him calmly.

"I don't really like to speak ill of the professor behind his back." Cedric said worriedly, "But Professor Umbridge cares too much about the rules of the Ministry of Magic and ignores our studies. This is not good. The previous professors More or less taught something, but she has nothing."

"We're going to have newts exams this year."

"But if this goes on, I'm afraid we will all have to become salamanders."

"So Harry, I know you are very powerful and also very good at Defense Against the Dark Arts. Can I trouble you to make up lessons for us? Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw."

Speaking of which, he looked at Harry slightly nervously.

Harry curled his lips: "Your style of telling jokes is exactly the same as Ron's. You should have a lot to talk about."

"As for make-up lessons, that's of course no problem."