Chapter 507 Review of Teaching

In the morning, Umbridge reviewed Professor Flitwick's Charms class in the 7th grade class. According to Cassius Warrington, there was nothing wrong with Professor Flitwick's ability and teaching methods. During the whole class, Umbridge just huddled in the corner, taking notes on the writing board.

Flitwick only treated Umbridge as a bystander and didn't seem to care about it at all. Umbridge didn't say much, just asked Gryffindor's Alicia Spinnet a few questions about what the class was like, and Alicia answered truthfully.

In the afternoon, Umbridge appears in Trelawney's Divination class.

Unlike in the original book, Trelawney here possesses real divination skills. She just casually displays a tiny bit of power, which has forced Umbridge to helplessly accept her fate.

Umbridge did not continue her investigation in the afternoon because she had a 5th year Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

In the previous class, the students had finished learning the first chapter of "Magical Defense Theory". In this class, Umbridge just asked the students to read the second chapter on their own, and then sat down behind the podium complacently.

This time, the Gryffindor students were still complaining, but the Slytherin students had learned their lesson. They secretly inserted pages taken from other books into their textbooks and were reading them with great interest.

In class, Hermione bravely raised her hand to speak, but because she challenged Slinka's theory about anti-curses, Gryffindor deducted five points.

"Why?" Harry asked Umbridge angrily, his fists clenched unconsciously and his face flushed with anger.

"Don't get involved!" Hermione whispered anxiously, her brows furrowed and her eyes full of anxiety, as if begging Harry not to cause trouble again.

"Because you disrupted my class discipline with meaningless interruptions." Professor Umbridge said slowly, her smile still sweet, but a hint of cold coercion flashed in her eyes.

"I teach here using Ministry-approved methods, which do not include encouraging students to express their own opinions on things they do not fully understand. Your previous teachers may have given you more freedom, but none of them would have passed the Ministry's investigation - except perhaps Professor Quirrell, who at least seems to have only taught material suitable for your age -"

"Yes, Quirrell is a wonderful teacher," Harry retorted loudly, a sneer on his face and anger burning in his green eyes. "There's just one tiny flaw. He has Voldemort stuck to the back of his head."

As soon as these words came out, the classroom fell into deathly silence. The air seemed to freeze, and even the rustling sound of the feather pen scratching on the parchment stopped abruptly.

Harry could feel that all the students around him were holding their breath, their eyes moving back and forth between him and Umbridge. Hermione's face was pale, her lips trembling slightly, and Ron's eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe that Harry dared to say such a thing in public.

Umbridge's smile froze for a moment, her eyes narrowed, but soon returned to her usual softness, and she said in that chillingly gentle tone: "I think another week of detention will be of some help to you, Mr. Potter."

Her voice was still sweet, but Harry could clearly feel that there was a dangerous light flashing in her eyes, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

What Umbridge didn't know was that she had put herself in danger.

At this moment, that low and cold voice sounded in Harry's mind again -

Another detention? Who does this ugly woman think she is...

Take your wand...and shut her up...

Let her get the punishment she deserves...

Just like you did to Filch... no, worse than that... she deserves more pain... attack her... torture her... make her suffer... make her regret it...

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white from the force, and the rage in his chest almost burned away his reason. The fake smile on Umbridge's face, her disgustingly delicate tone, her hostility towards Dumbledore, and what she did to him during detention... All these images intertwined in Harry's mind and turned into a crazy impulse.

If there were no one else here...

If he drew his wand right now...what would her expression be?
Would he be like Filch, with his eyes wide open in fear and his lips trembling?

Or would she scream and beg him to stop?
His heart was beating terribly fast, as if something dark was stirring inside him.

Xie Ling watched all this with an expressionless face.

He clearly felt that Harry's anger had reached its peak, and he even felt a faint murderous intent. If there were no one else here, Harry would have drawn his wand and dealt Umbridge a blow that she would never forget.

Thinking of this, he raised his fingers slightly, with his wand still firmly inserted in his robe sleeve, not revealed, but an invisible magic power had quietly condensed.

"Crack——!"

The vase on the podium suddenly exploded, the porcelain pieces scattered, the petals fell to the ground, and the water stains quickly soaked the desk.

A low exclamation came from the classroom, and Harry was shocked, as if awakened from some crazy illusion. His breathing was rapid, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and his clenched fists slowly loosened.

Umbridge's smile froze for a moment, and she looked around the classroom suspiciously, her eyes slowly moving among the students, trying to find the culprit. But everyone was looking down at their books, or staring nervously at the broken remains of the vase, and no one dared to look her in the eye.

Xie Ling lowered his eyelids, and the magic at his fingertips quietly dissipated, as if nothing had happened just now.

Harry took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He looked up at Sherin, who was still indifferent, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

But Harry vaguely understood that this was not a coincidence, and among all the students, only Xie Ling had this ability!

A sense of fear came over me. Why did he do that? Did he sense something?
Various thoughts raced through Harry's mind.

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Harry did not cry out in pain during his detention that night, determined not to let Umbridge feel proud. He wrote "I must not lie" over and over again, not letting any sound escape his lips, even though the wound deepened with each repetition.

The wound on the back of Harry's hand had not yet fully healed from the last detention punishment, and it was bleeding again the next morning.

This was not the end. As soon as Harry reached the Gryffindor table to eat breakfast, Angelina blocked him and yelled at him so loudly that Professor McGonagall left the staff table and walked quickly towards them.

McGonagall deducted five points from Gryffindor for Angelina's loud noise in the hall, and then when she learned that Harry was put in detention for talking back to Umbridge, she was so angry that she deducted five points from Gryffindor again.

Harry was deeply upset about her decision, but Hermione thought that McGonagall was right to remind Harry not to lose his temper with Umbridge, which made Harry so angry that he refused to talk to Hermione throughout the Charms class.

In the afternoon, Umbridge appeared in Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

Although Umbridge disliked McGonagall, she couldn't find any fault with her rigorous class. Instead, she encountered a few setbacks with McGonagall.

The time finally came for Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class.

When the Gryffindor and Slytherin wizards arrived in front of Hagrid's hut, Umbridge was already waiting there with her usual smile on her face. Although this time, the wizards no longer felt disgusted by this smile, but instead felt a chill. (End of this chapter)