Chapter 1212 Chapter 2 Defense Against the Dark Arts Practical Lesson
Facing Umbridge's relentless pressure, Hermione showed no expression and didn't even move.
"Answer me! You despicable little bitch, did you do this?"
The short wand was pointed directly at Hermione, right next to the tip of her nose, as if it would cast a terrible curse at any moment.
Seeing that she remained unmoved, Umbridge's hand holding the wand began to tremble uncontrollably again.
"You don't want to answer? I'll let you answer."
Hermione not only saw an extremely creepy smile, but also saw a short wand lashing towards her face.
Unlike last time, Umbridge actually dared to physically punish - no, abuse students.
Hermione quickly stretched out her little hand, just as she had practiced a thousand times in her memory, accurately grasped the middle part of the short wand, and then bent it to the side with force.
"Ah——" Umbridge's wrist, which was tightly gripping the wand, was twisted outward in a strange position.
Apparently, her wrist was dislocated.
Her eyes widened, not only because of the pain in her wrist, but also because of the surprise at the physical disarming spell.
Before today, she had always scorned the idea of taking the cane with bare hands.
The wizard is not a fool, so he will never let the enemy get close to him.
But now, the "enemy" is right in front of her, and it turns out that she is the fool.
"You—" Umbridge stepped back in horror, "You…you ignorant, filthy little Mudblood!"
Her voice was filled with pure hatred. "Professor Attack! You and Wayne are sociopaths of the wizarding world! You are sores that need to be eradicated immediately!"
Hermione's already cold eyes became extremely sharp, and she used the short wand she had snatched to slap the twisted and deformed toad's face hard.
The handle of the wand broke Umbridge's foundation, which was at least five layers thick, and the accumulated fat rippled out in circles.
With a thud, Umbridge fell to the floor.
Her eyes widened so much that they almost popped out of her head. She couldn't believe that all this was true.
Hermione threw away the slightly deformed short wand, her cold eyes as if she was looking at a corpse, "You are not worthy of being a professor, let alone a human being."
Umbridge pounced forward with a ferocious expression, but was kicked and flew onto the table covered with a lace tablecloth.
Perhaps she was too heavy, and the table broke in two under the weight.
Hermione brought her not only physical pain, but also endless humiliation.
The Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic and the Special Commissioner for Education of the Ministry of Magic was actually beaten by a little Mudblood who was born into a Muggle family.
"Hermione Granger!" Umbridge roared, her face twisted into a distorted mess. "I swear! I will make sure your name is on the record!
Not just Hogwarts! I'll make sure every department of the Ministry knows about you! I'll personally bring you before the Wizarding World! Your future, your life, is over!"
"Huh—" Hermione suddenly sneered.
She had never hated someone as much as she did now in her life. She wanted to use a curse - no, a poisonous curse - to teach this person a lesson at all costs.
But she finally calmed down. This kind of mentally twisted pervert was not worth dirtying her hands with.
"It's not your turn to decide my life and my future."
Hermione slowly walked up to Umbridge and looked down at her. "You even dare to say the forbidden word. I advise you to think about your own life and future first."
Possessing dark magic items, abusing students, and verbally abusing them is so bad that it is fully qualified to be brought to the Supreme Wizarding Court.
Umbridge's eyes flashed with resentment, but soon became more malicious. "Threat me? Granger, who do you think you are? Do you think your grades mean everything?"
She grabbed the broken half of the table leg and hit Hermione with it like crazy.
However, she overestimated her own strength and underestimated the other party's reaction speed.
Half of the table leg stopped in front of Hermione and did not move. Umbridge's distorted toad face was full of horror.
Silent spells and wandless spells, as well as "advanced spells" like the Shield Charm that even Aurors may not be able to cast completely.
How can a mere student, a Muggle-born student, master profound magic? They should always be inferior to pure-blood wizards.
A vague figure suddenly appeared in Umbridge's mind.
"Only a fat brain like yours could come up with such a flawed lie... Calling you a pig is an insult to a pig..."
It was that man, the one who openly defied the Ministry's authority and could see through her lies at a glance, Vincent Wayne.
Although he was born into a Muggle family, he has repeatedly broken the deep-rooted bloodline theory of wizards. If he is willing to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic, he will definitely reach the height of Dumbledore in the future.
"What's all the fuss about?" Hermione snatched the half of the table leg from Umbridge's hand. "If you can't even handle a student like me, how can you be qualified to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"
With a "bang", half of the table leg was thrown to the floor.
"It turns out that your theory is completely useless. Go back to the Ministry of Magic and continue to be your Senior Undersecretary, otherwise -"
Hermione's face was expressionless, no anger, no contempt, as calm as a lake without a ripple. "I will expose everything you've done in school. I promise that when that happens, you will lose everything you have now."
Umbridge opened her mouth and gasped for breath. The Hermione in front of her actually began to slowly overlap with the figure in her mind.
"Those with malicious intent see conspiracy in everything... You only see what you want to see... This narrow-mindedness only hinders the development of individuals and society..."
She graduated from Slytherin House, but her family was not as "respectable" as she said.
Her father, Alford Umbridge, was a wizard who held a lowly position in the Ministry of Magic and never rose through the ranks. He was not the distinguished wizard of the Wizengamot as she had falsely claimed.
Her mother was a Muggle and her brother was even a Squib.
Growing up, she had always viewed her father as a loser who lacked ambition and ability, and the existence of her mother and younger brother was a lifelong shame for her.
So when she grew up, she cut off all contact with her family and began to systematically fabricate her identity as a pure-blood wizard. Anyone who dared to question or mention her true family background would always encounter various "unfortunate accidents".
In order to please the powerful, she fawned over her superiors without a single line of defense. The praise she received for her ruthlessness and scheming earned her several promotions.
What does the "misfortune" of her original family matter? Everything Umbridge has now is the result of her "hard" struggle, and no one can destroy it!
She didn't take Hermione's threat seriously at all, and Hermione didn't care about her eyes filled with pure hatred.
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