Chapter 1210: Tattered Defense Class
Happy star chaser Vincent held a classic felt hat in his left hand and a black jacket in his right hand, with a happy smile on his face.
He got his hands on some rare peripheral merchandise, and had a brief conversation and photo session before the award ceremony. He was so happy with the experience that he couldn't stop smiling until he got back to the hotel.
Hermione could understand his feelings, but wasn't it a bit too much to sleep with a felt hat and a jacket?
"Hehe——" Her sneer finally made Vincent realize that he had ignored her.
While I was coaxing her in bed, it was dawn.
After taking a short nap, it was already 8 o'clock in the morning.
The first thing Hermione did when she woke up was to take out a bottle of golden Buffy's Brain-Wakening Potion from the dressing box where she had cast the Undetectable Stretch Charm.
It is worthy of being the work of a master of potions. After one sip, all sleepiness disappears, after two sips, I feel full of energy, and after three sips, I am back to my peak state.
She looked at Vincent who was still sleeping beside her, and carefully got out of bed barefoot and walked to the closet.
After changing into her Hogwarts uniform, she waved her hand gently and the remaining clothes were automatically folded and neatly placed in the suitcase.
When Vincent woke up, he saw her fixing her messy hair. He quietly came up behind her and hugged her.
"Ah—" Hermione was startled and hit him a few times with her soft little fists, "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
Vincent let go of her slightly and said, "If I continue to sleep, you will quietly go back to school alone."
Hermione lowered her head and said, "You don't have to send me off. I can go back by myself."
"No," he reached out and lifted her chin, "I won't fall asleep until I personally get you back to school safely."
Hermione relaxed her pursed lips and took out another bottle of golden Buffy Brain Refresher from her makeup box. "Then drink a bottle of this first."
"From the Batcave?"
"Ah."
The potion brewed by Snape himself was very effective. After drinking it, Vincent felt that he was in better condition than ever before, and he would have no problem fighting for three days and three nights.
Hermione felt his fiery gaze and hurriedly pushed him away with her little hand, "Stop it, I have class at 9 o'clock."
"what class?"
"History of Magic."
Vincent said "Oh" and quietly picked up the comb to tidy up her messy hair.
The class with the highest absenteeism rate at Hogwarts is Professor Binns' History of Magic, but the situation is different this year. Umbridge is looking forward to Hermione accidentally breaking the school rules every day, so that she will not only have an excuse to retaliate, but also make a fuss and issue a few more educational decrees.
Hermione's hair is naturally curly, but it's much better now. In her first and second years, her hair would easily become messy even with careful care.
Vincent combed her hair and she put on her makeup.
Instead of leaving the room through the main door, the two men opened the window and boarded the invisible voice of the night.
A strong wind blew, and citizens on the streets of New York looked up at the sky.
Twenty minutes later, Hermione jumped into the bedroom with the window open.
She took her textbook and walked out of the girls' dormitory as if nothing had happened.
Umbridge wasn't there, which was great news.
As soon as Hermione entered the History of Magic classroom, Lavender and Parvati pulled her into a corner.
"You finally decided to come back."
"You weren't at school the whole weekend. Did you go on a date with Vincent?"
Hermione whispered into their ears satisfying their curiosity.
The three little witches didn't notice anything until Professor Binns walked through the wall.
They went to the other side of the ocean to attend the Muggle music awards ceremony and enjoyed an unforgettable wonderful performance. Lavender and Parvati were star-eyed and extremely envious.
"Hermione, I have good news for you. Umbridge broke her leg when she stepped on a banana peel while going downstairs yesterday."
"Huh? Who did this?"
"I don't know. We asked Fred and George and they said it wasn't them."
In such a big school like Hogwarts, besides the Weasley twins, the only one who can perform such a prank is Peeves.
Hermione smiled knowingly.
Vincent was thoughtful. After all, Umbridge was a professor, and she, as a student, could never deal with her openly.
But Peeves is different. Hogwarts has been established for nearly a thousand years, and it has always been the biggest headache for every headmaster.
Although the situation has improved significantly since Dumbledore became the headmaster, if it is fully unleashed, coupled with the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, she will either be pranked or encounter all kinds of bad luck. How can she have the mood to keep an eye on Hermione?
Time quickly arrived at Potions class. Snape seemed to be in a good mood today and gave everyone's homework a barely passing grade.
Ron muttered quietly, "It must be because of Umbridge. What's that principle called?"
Harry thought about it, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise. "Are you trying to say that like repels like?"
"Yes, that's it. Umbridge is in trouble. It's strange that Snape is in a bad mood."
A cold breeze blew, and Snape on the podium floated behind them like a ghost.
Ron shuddered inexplicably, "Harry, do you think Snape put that banana peel there?"
"Huh?" Harry's lips trembled unconsciously. "Snape doesn't seem like someone who would do such a thing."
With a "bang", Snape used both hands to smash their heads together.
His cold eyes swept over Harry and Ron, who were holding their heads in pain, and said, "I don't think Professor Umbridge would like students to say bad things about her in private, would she? Potter? Weasley?"
Harry and Ron nodded vigorously.
Snape snorted coldly and returned to the podium.
There were no harsh words or sarcasm, no heavy point deductions, no detention as punishment, and even less homework. He was in a really good mood.
The little lions' happiness didn't last long, because afternoon came and two consecutive Defense Against the Dark Arts classes came again.
The sound of heels hitting the floor instantly wiped out everyone's good mood.
Even though Umbridge's leg had not fully healed, she still walked into the classroom with her signature sweet smile.
She staggered to the podium and said, "Class, let's start calling the roll, Lavender Brown."
"arrive."
"Seamus Finnigan."
"arrive."
Umbridge's eyes suddenly widened, and she gritted her teeth as she pronounced the next name, "Hermione Granger."
"arrive."
Umbridge stared at Hermione, as if she wanted to swallow her whole.
"Neville Longbottom."
“Here…here.”
After calling the roll, Umbridge told the students to put away their wands in an almost commanding tone.
"Last class we finished studying Chapter 1. Today I want you to turn to page 19 and begin reading 'Chapter 2, The Theory of General Defense and Its Origins.' Don't talk while you're reading."
The students who had held out a glimmer of hope also let out audible sighs.
Reading, reading again. What's the point of this crappy Defense class? It's not even as good as Binns' History of Magic class.
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