Chapter 1198 Model Student of Hogwarts

Umbridge stared at Hermione and said in a commanding tone: "Miss Granger, listen carefully, something like Wayne will not happen again. He has no chance to bring danger to the school, because it won't be long before the Ministry of Magic puts him in Azkaban.

You students just need to do what students are supposed to do, and if there is any danger, the Ministry of Magic will deal with it immediately."

Hermione's eyes grew even colder; Umbridge had succeeded in irritating her.

Umbridge, who didn't know this, turned to the students below the podium and clapped her hands gently. "Does anyone have any questions?"

Will the students obey? No, she is wrong, absolutely wrong.

Not only Hermione continued to raise her hand, but Harry, Ron, Lavender, James, Alfred, Dean, and even Neville also raised their hands.

Umbridge's drooping eyelids twitched violently, and she fixed her gaze on Neville's shrinking face. "Who are you?"

"Longbottom…Neville Longbottom."

She asked in a voice that she thought was sweet, like singing, "Okay, Mr. Longbottom, what questions do you have?"

Although Neville shrank his neck, he mustered up the courage to meet her gaze, "Um... Professor Umbridge, you just said that students only need to do what students should do, then we... what should we do?"

"That's a good question." Umbridge's big toad face was covered with a fake smile. "Of course, what students should do is study, study courses that have been strictly reviewed by the Ministry of Magic, and learn in a safe and risk-free way."

"What's the use?" Harry said loudly. "Hermione's right, theories are just theories. We'd rather—"

"Mr. Potter, now is not the time for you to ask questions." Umbridge's pale face turned slightly darker. "Next, Mr. Weasley."

Ron puffed out his chest, making the prefect badge on his chest shine brighter. "Professor Umbridge, according to what you said, we won't have any practical opportunities this year?"

This year is a key one, as everyone knows that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts will not stay for the second year.

However, Umbridge seemed unaware, "This year? Mr. Weasley, I think you must have misunderstood something."

She grinned confidently, "Practice is such a dangerous thing. Please trust the Ministry of Magic, we will never put you in danger."

Ron couldn't help but roll his eyes internally. "But without practice, how are we ever going to learn—"

"Next one, what's your name?"

"James Walker." James paused, as if he was disgusted by her old tricks.

"Do you think we are just flowers in a greenhouse? I don't want to become a mere facade—"

"I repeat," Umbridge's voice rose above his own, "the school's previous teaching methods were too dangerous. It was all the fault of the previous professors who led you to mistakenly believe that practice was far more useful than theory."

"Isn't it?" Alfred interrupted angrily. "Can the theory you mentioned help us stay away from danger?"

Umbridge's voice trembled. "What's your name?"

"Alfred Johnson."

"Well, Mr. Johnson, I expect you to follow the rules of the class."

Alfred became even angrier, "Professor, you haven't answered my question yet."

Umbridge put on a fake smile again. "The Ministry of Magic believes that theoretical knowledge can more effectively help you pass the exams. Ultimately, helping students pass exams is the purpose of the school."

Parvati raised her hand then.

She glared at him, "What's your name, dear?"

Parvati suppressed her nausea. "Parvati Patil, isn't there any practical component to our Defense Against the Dark Arts exam? Aren't we supposed to demonstrate that we can actually cast countercurses and other magic?"

Umbridge's tone was slightly disdainful. "As long as you learn the theory well, there's no reason you can't cast spells under strictly controlled exam conditions."

"Don't we need to practice beforehand?" Parvati asked incredulously. "Are you saying that the first time we cast those spells was during the exam?"

"I'll say it one last time. As long as you learn the theory thoroughly—"

Harry clenched his fist and raised it high. "What use is theory in the real world?"

Umbridge narrowed her eyes, "This is school, Mr. Potter, not the real world."

Harry took a deep breath. He had been holding back his anger all day and now it was ready to burst out.

"So the school isn't the real world. Then what is it? A fairy tale world imagined by the Ministry of Magic?"

Ron on the side almost clapped his hands in applause.

Umbridge was speechless. Being able to see this beautiful scene with her own eyes made all the homework she assigned worthwhile.

"Mr. Potter, are you—are you aware that you are slandering the Ministry of Magic?"

A classic case of slapping someone on the head, which means Umbridge is out of tricks.

Hermione lowered her hands and looked coldly at the clown on the podium. "Harry did not slander the Ministry of Magic. Instead, it was you, Professor Umbridge, whose words and actions seriously discredited the Ministry of Magic."

Umbridge's face was grim. "Granger, you didn't raise your hand!"

"We are not children." Hermione stood up. "If this is all you have, I suggest you go back to the Ministry of Magic and be your Senior Undersecretary."

"Sit down!" Umbridge slammed the podium. "I told you to sit down! Granger!"

"Let me give you one last piece of advice." Hermione slowly walked towards the podium. "The water at Hogwarts is very deep. You must not drown."

Umbridge was stunned at first, then she bared her teeth and claws, as if she was about to pounce on her at any time, "It's you, isn't it! Granger!"

Hermione's face was filled with disdain. "So what if it's me? Do you have any evidence? Or are you going to accuse me of something fabricated, just like the Ministry of Magic?"

"Detention! Granger!" Umbridge said with a sinister smile. "Tomorrow evening, at five o'clock, in my office."

Her smug and hateful face was fully exposed. It was more like a deliberate revenge than solitary confinement.

"No need to wait until tomorrow." Hermione, standing in front of the podium, looked down at her with no expression on her face. "Let's start now."

There was silence in the classroom, and all the students took a deep breath.

Although the last student who dared to confront the professor was no longer around, they all saw his shadow in Hermione.

"Good, very good!" Umbridge's face was distorted beyond recognition. "Model student, huh - is this what Hogwarts calls a model student?"

She grinned, "Class, since Miss Granger is so eager to get detention, please read the first chapter of 'Magical Defense Theory' first. I'll be back soon."

Judging from the situation, this is probably not just ordinary revenge.

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