Chapter 1197 Obvious Questions

Umbridge really didn't hold it in well. Her class was not only boring, but also had a strong smell of bureaucracy.

"You will be pleased to know that this year these problems are being corrected. We will be studying a carefully structured, theory-focused, Ministry-approved Defence Against Magic course. Please copy these words down."

She knocked on the blackboard again, and the two lines of words disappeared and were replaced by "Course Objectives."

1. Understand the basic principles of magic defense.

2. Learn to identify situations where magical defense can be used legally.

3. Evaluate magical defense in the context of actual use.

When did Defense Against the Dark Arts become Defense Against Magic?

The students thought so in their hearts, but they all politely picked up their quills and wrote down the three course objectives on the parchment.

After everyone had taken note, Umbridge asked, "Does every student have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's Theory of Magical Defense?"

There was a murmur of affirmation in the classroom.

"I think we should do this again," Umbridge's tone returned to the coquettish tone she used to coax a child.

"When I ask you a question, I want you to answer yes, Professor Umbridge, or no, Professor Umbridge.

Let me repeat, does every student have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's Theory of Magical Defense?

"Yes, Professor Umbridge."

"Very good." Umbridge nodded with satisfaction. "I want you to turn to page five and read the first chapter on the basic principles of introductory techniques. Don't talk to each other while you read."

She left the blackboard, crossed her legs, and sat down on the chair behind the podium, staring at the students below with her big, toad-like eyes with drooping eyelids.

The content of "Magical Defense Theory" is consistent with the title of the book, which is a very boring theory, just as uninteresting as Binns' lectures.

The students' attention span waned little by little, and soon they were staring at a line of text six or seven times, but could only understand the first few words.

A few minutes passed and the classroom fell silent.

Harry was listless, and next to him Ron was absentmindedly twirling his quill on his fingers.

Neville was staring blankly at the same spot in the book, Hermione hadn't even opened her copy of Magical Defense Theory, and James and Alfred were completely numb.

Suddenly, Hermione raised her head without blinking, stared at Professor Umbridge on the podium, and raised one hand high.

This situation was obviously beyond Umbridge's expectations. Her eyes were just as firm, but she was staring in the completely opposite direction.

A few more minutes passed as more and more students stared at Hermione, and they were suddenly startled and awakened from their numb state.

The first chapter of "Magical Defense Theory" was so long-winded and boring that students would rather watch Hermione silently attract Umbridge's attention than bother to study the basic introductory principles.

Before long, more than half the class was staring at Hermione instead of their books, and Umbridge could no longer ignore the situation.

Umbridge pretended to have just noticed her. "Dear Miss Granger, do you have any questions about the content of this chapter?"

"No, not about this chapter."

Umbridge kept smiling, revealing her small, pointed teeth. "Oh—we're studying now. If you have any other questions, we can talk after class."

Hermione's eyes were cold and indifferent, and the good mood she had maintained before class had completely disappeared. "I have an obvious question about your course objectives."

"A question?" Umbridge exaggerated her surprise. "Miss Granger, you are a model student at this school. These course objectives are very clearly written. If you read them carefully from beginning to end, I believe they will answer your questions."

"But I don't think so," Hermione said bluntly. "There's nothing in it about how we're supposed to use defensive spells."

There was a brief silence, and the students in the classroom turned their heads to look carefully at the three course objectives still written on the blackboard.

Understand, identify, and evaluate. When it comes to use, it also means identifying the occasions of legal use, but does not mention how to use it.

"Use defensive spells?" Professor Umbridge repeated with a chuckle, her tone coquettish. "Alas - I can't imagine a situation in my class where you would need to use defensive spells, Miss Granger. You don't think you'll be attacked in class, do you?"

"Why not?" Hermione asked back, "Death Eaters can sneak into the school disguised as referees. Who can guarantee that we won't be attacked during class?"

Umbridge screamed in panic, and her short and fat body trembled unconsciously when she thought of the series of events that happened in the morning.

"Miss Granger, your idea is horrible!"

Her expression was a little distorted, but she smiled in what she thought was a kind smile. "With the intervention of the Ministry of Magic, there are no longer any safety issues at the school."

"We can't use magic anymore?" Ron shouted.

Umbridge's grin widened, and her smile grew even wider. "In my class, students must raise their hands before speaking. Who are you?"

"Weasley," said Ron, hastily raising his hand.

The moment Umbridge's eyes moved away from Ron's face, Hermione and Harry both raised their hands.

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Her gaze lingered on Hermione's face for a moment, then she looked at Harry with a smile, "Mr. Potter, what's your problem?"

Harry took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as much as possible.

There are no problems? Voldemort and the Death Eaters are clearly outside, and yet they have the nerve to say there are no security issues.

"Professor Umbridge, how are we supposed to protect ourselves if not using defensive spells?"

"Why use it?" Umbridge's drooping eyelids twitched. "You just need to study hard in the carefully arranged Defense Against Magic courses, and the Ministry of Magic will protect you from harm."

Hermione couldn't help but speak, "I'm sorry, theory is just theory after all. Rather than putting my life safety in the hands of others, I trust myself more."

What she said resonated with the students.

It's not like Hogwarts hasn't encountered accidents before. Quirrell, Lockhart, Peter Pettigrew, Barty the Younger, and Rookwood—every year, every year, there were incidents endangering their lives. What was the Ministry of Magic doing at that time? Haha, didn't they only show up after the fact?

Umbridge's eyes widened as she looked at the students below in disbelief. "That's horrible, this idea is horrible!"

She narrowed her eyes at Hermione and asked in a sickly sweet falsetto, "Miss Granger, is such a horrible thought something a model student should have?"

"That's what's scary." Hermione looked straight into her big, puffy toad eyes.

"Professor Umbridge, have you forgotten? Our school recently had a so-called most wanted criminal in the wizarding world. He caused chaos in the Ministry of Magic all by himself, and he even had free access to meetings of the International Confederation of Wizards."

Umbridge's face darkened instantly.

Vincent Wayne, promoted by the Ministry of Magic as the Dark Lord of the End of the Century, comparable to Gellert Grindelwald.

But in the eyes of most students at Hogwarts, he is not an extremely evil and dangerous person. He is a good classmate who is always polite and friendly to others, always listens carefully to others' opinions, and deserves everyone's respect and learning.

However, due to a political persecution, a promising model student became a dangerous dark lord.

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