Chapter 423

Umbridge tapped her surprisingly short wand on the blackboard, and two lines immediately appeared on the board: Defence Against the Dark Arts returns to basics.

"Students, your teaching of this class has been intermittent and unsystematic, hasn't it?" Professor Umbridge said, turning to face the class, his hands fingers crossed, squarely placed on his chest, "Teachers are constantly changing, and many of them don't seem to be teaching according to the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic, which unfortunately leaves you nowhere near where you should be in O.W.Ls year." "

She couldn't say anything wrong, after all, Quirrell in the first year and Lockhart in the second year were really ...... It's hard to put into words, Lupin in the third year is a good teacher, but he only teaches dark creatures, not that he doesn't teach spells, but most of those spells are for dark creatures, and he doesn't teach students much about fighting real dark magic. As for Barty last year, he took great pains in black magic, but due to his bad intentions, most of the magic introduced to the students was spells that were extremely lethal and had a negative impact on the caster, and there was no neutral, objective, and systematic explanation of black magic at all.

If Solim was to say, except for Lupin, who was debatable about the choice of teaching direction, it could be said that there was no qualified Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.

"But you will be glad to know that these problems are about to be corrected. This year, we're going to be taking a carefully arranged, theoretical-focused, Ministry-approved Defence of Magic course. Please copy these words. "

Umbridge tapped on the blackboard, and the two lines disappeared in their place, replaced by "Lesson Objectives" on the blackboard:

l. Understand the basic principles of the Magic Defense Technique.

2. Learn to identify occasions where you can legitimately use Magic Defence.

3. Evaluate the Magical Defence in the context of practical use.

The only sound in the classroom was the rustle of quill writing on parchment, Solim didn't move, his "phoenix" quill from the ash tail feathers would automatically record what Solim wanted to record, and after two or three minutes, when each student had transcribed Professor Umbridge's three lesson objectives, she asked, "Does every student have a copy of Wilbert?" Slinka's Theory of Magical Defence?"

The classroom was filled with voices of affirmation.

"I think we're going to do it all over again," Umbridge said, pinching her throat, "and when I ask you a question, I want you to answer 'Yes, Professor Umbridge.'" Or, 'No, Professor Umbridge.' Again: isn't every student having a copy of Wilbert? Slinka's Theory of Magical Defence?"

This time, the students answered much more neatly.

"Very well," said Professor Umbridge, "I want you to turn to page five, read the first chapter, The Fundamentals of Introduction, and read it without talking to each other." "

Umbridge sat down in a chair behind the podium and stared at everyone with those two toad-like eyes with drooping eyelids.

Truth be told, this kind of theoretical book is quite boring. For most students, they don't even want to read a word, and the book contains long paragraphs of professional descriptions and various professional terms that make students drowsy.

A student who can really calm down and read a pure theory book seriously will definitely not get worse grades—just like Solim and Hermione. And more students are deserting like the history of magic, no way, they really can't read.

Harry, for example, had stared at a line of text six or seven times, but only understood the first few words, and he felt completely unable to concentrate his attention, and felt drowsy at the sight of the dense letters in the book—and Ron beside him had already begun to be in a daze......

Harry turned his gaze to the right, startled, and suddenly came to his senses. Hermione hadn't even opened her copy of The Theory of Magical Defence. She stared at Professor Umbridge without blinking, one hand raised in the air.

Harry remembered that Hermione had never failed to do what her teacher had asked her to read, or that she had resisted the temptation to open any of the books that came her way. Harry looked at her inquiringly, but she only shook her head slightly, indicating that she didn't want to answer the question now, and continued to stare at Umbridge, who was looking in the opposite direction with the same determination.

After a few more minutes, Harry wasn't the only one staring at Hermione. The chapter Umbridge told them to read was so boring that more and more of the students were more willing to watch how Hermione caught Professor Umbridge's attention silently than to nibble on the Fundamentals of Introduction.

Draco slapped Solim with his elbow, "Look at Granger. "

Looking at Hermione's raised neck, Solim sighed, "Isn't this silly girl's neck sore?"

"What is she going to do?" Draco asked in a low voice, "Are you going to stare at that woman to death?"

"Believe me, if she could stare Umbridge to death with her eyes, she wouldn't be alive now. Solim thought for a moment, then finally pulled out his wand and cast a spell on Hermione under the table.

"Oh my God!" Draco's eyes widened, "What are you doing?"

"Let that silly girl relax. Solim shrugged.

Hermione was staring at Umbridge, she was ready, and when Umbridge could no longer ignore her, Hermione would be able to figure out what was going on with this woman, or the Ministry of Magic behind her. There were already a lot of students in the classroom watching Hermione, and Hermione knew that Umbridge was going to have to do something about it soon when most of the students stopped staring at the textbooks.

But a sudden drowsiness swept through Hermione's brain, and Hermione felt as if her whole body had softened—comfort...... At ease......

Hermione's originally raised neck seemed to be unable to support it at last, and her whole body relaxed.

"Someone is casting a spell on me?" Hermione realized after a momentary trance, but she still couldn't seem to shake off the comfort that the spell had given her. Hermione wanted to move, but her body was sluggish and it took a long time for her to react.

Hermione was conscious, but her body didn't seem to be very controlled, and it wasn't until Umbridge announced that she was out of class that Hermione recovered.

Feeling her body rejuvenated, Hermione immediately turned her gaze to Solim at the back of the room.