Chapter 1211 Miss Granger, you need to continue to be detained
The students turned to the corresponding pages according to the catalog, and Hermione suddenly raised her hand high.
Umbridge grinned and stumbled down the platform to Hermione.
With some difficulty she bent down and lowered her voice so that the other students wouldn't hear her. "What's the matter this time, Miss Granger?"
He didn't pretend not to see it like he did last week. It's likely that he has thought of a countermeasure.
Hermione made no effort to hide the disgust in her eyes, "I've already finished Chapter 2."
"Okay, then, let's move on to Chapter 3."
"I've read it too. I've read the whole book."
Umbridge blinked and quickly regained her composure. "Excellent. Then can you tell me what Slinka says about the counter-curse in Chapter 15?"
Hermione barely thought. "He said the term 'counter-jinx' was a misnomer. He said 'counter-jinx' was actually a term people used to refer to their curses to make them sound more acceptable."
Umbridge raised her eyebrows, and although she was unwilling to do so, she had to accept it.
"But I disagree." Hermione raised her chin slightly.
Umbridge's eyebrows raised even higher, almost bursting out of her forehead, "You don't agree?"
Hermione's voice was especially clear, unlike her whisper, "Yes, I disagree."
All the students' attention was drawn to it.
If the scenario were to reappear, would the outcome be the same?
Hermione's tone was a little cold, "Slinka doesn't like curses, right? The curses are defined by wizards. The curses themselves don't have the distinction between good and evil. It is wizards who distinguish them.
For example, if a dark magic item is in his possession, does that mean the wizard is a dark wizard?"
Umbridge's features twisted together instantly.
How could she argue with that? She herself was a witch and wizard in possession of Dark magic items.
She says one thing to your face and another behind your back. If this matter is exposed, how can she establish her prestige in school in the future?
"You... Granger, you actually dare to question the author of the textbook!"
Another classic hat-slapping move. That's all Umbridge can do.
Hermione didn't flinch at all, looking directly into her dodging eyes. "Can't I question it? School rules don't forbid students from questioning professors or textbook content."
Umbridge's face became even more distorted, and her eyes were particularly terrifying. If she could kill with her eyes, Hermione would have been torn to pieces long ago.
"Miss Granger, my teaching content has been approved by the Ministry of Magic. You should not question Slinka's views. The professors who taught you this course before may have given you a lot of freedom, but none of them could pass the investigation of the Ministry of Magic - except perhaps Professor Quirrell. At least he only teaches content suitable for your age -"
"Quirrel even holds his wand upside down, and—" Hermione paused, "He's a dark wizard. He certainly wouldn't want the students of Hogwarts to learn any truly useful knowledge."
The word "Dark wizard" once again irritated Umbridge, and her ugly face was once again exposed. "Granger, what do you mean by this? Do you think the Ministry of Magic doesn't want you to learn what you call truly useful knowledge?"
If one hat wasn't enough, she'd add another. She seemed to think that would make Hermione obey.
But unfortunately, Hermione has experienced Quirrell, Lockhart, Peter Pettigrew, and the Triwizard Tournament over the years, and she is not someone who can be fooled with a few words.
"I didn't say that. That's your opinion, Professor Umbridge."
The word "professor" was deliberately emphasized. Umbridge was so angry that her lungs were about to explode, and she gasped for breath.
Her purple-red face, like spoiled ham, was over-congested, and some unpleasant words were faintly visible on it, especially on her forehead.
Hermione blinked her big eyes and looked at her expectantly.
Umbridge became even angrier, her face puffed up like a toad, "Miss Granger, it seems I was wrong. You need to continue detention."
The students were all worried about Hermione.
With this horrible face of cannibalism, if she goes there, can she still be safe and sound like she was last week?
"Okay." Hermione stood up eagerly, "Let's start now."
Umbridge suddenly showed an extremely sinister smile, "Very good, I believe this detention will definitely help you."
Her smile had no deterrent effect on Hermione, and it was too early to say anything.
The students watched the two people leave the classroom one after another, and a strong sense of déjà vu suddenly came over them.
When the footsteps disappeared from the end of the corridor, the classroom suddenly exploded.
Dean thought Hermione was too tough. Umbridge was a professor after all, and it would pass if she just endured it.
Seamus had a different opinion. He thought it was very brave. If no students stood up to resist, Umbridge would only become more aggressive.
Harry gave an example. A few years ago, their Gryffindor house had skipped classes collectively, and the class they skipped was Snape's Potions class.
The end result was that the school revised the Hogwarts Staff Rules, and the overall atmosphere of the campus underwent a drastic change.
The student who organized them that time was Vincent.
James began to speak at length, "Hogwarts needs a new king, someone who is full of courage and can eliminate all evil forces on campus. This person is still alive. Under her leadership, Gryffindor will become great again!"
The little lions' blood boiled when they heard this, as if they were about to rush into the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, pull out Umbridge, and tie her to the school gate to be cursed by everyone.
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The fourth floor of the castle,
Umbridge triumphantly led Hermione into her office.
Those broken cat plates are back, and if you look closely, you'll notice that each cat is different from the previous one.
Hermione very consciously walked to the small table in the corner and sat down, her eyes revealing contempt and disdain.
Umbridge's smile widened. "Very well, Granger. I hope you'll keep that attitude later."
She drew out her short wand and chuckled coldly.
With a "bang", a frying pan fell from the ceiling and hit her round forehead.
"Pfft..." Hermione couldn't help laughing.
Peeves was so mean that he stole a frying pan from the kitchen and ambushed here.
It is also very smart. After dropping the things, it immediately disappears through the ceiling.
Umbridge was knocked unconscious and had a big bump on her forehead. Her hand holding the wand was shaking violently. "It's you, Granger, it's you! Right!"
She swayed closer to Hermione and said, "You didn't show up over the weekend. Did you go out to secretly set a trap? Tell me! Did you do it?"
Her eyes, which were bigger than light bulbs and bloodshot, emitted a fierce red light from the depths of her pupils, as murderous as that of a wild beast.
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