Chapter 512 Suddenly, a madman sharpens his knife at night, and the emperor’s star flutters brightly

After watching Salazar tear the book in front of him into two halves, Godric knew that something bad had happened. He looked more closely and found that his old friend's eyes had turned red. He understood that Salazar was furious.

Godric's brain was spinning rapidly, he was thinking about how to calm his good friend down. But there is an old saying, "When a country is going downhill, someone has to sit in the driver's seat and step on the accelerator." When Les was almost overwhelmed by anger, Umbridge appeared and poured a bucket of oil on Les's anger.

"Mr. Lint, are you feeling unwell? Do you need Miss Parkinson to take you to the infirmary?" Umbridge noticed something strange about Rice. She walked around from behind the podium and asked in a sickly sweet tone.

She could see that Les Lint was not in a good condition. Considering that the Lint family had recently donated a large sum of money to the ministry and was a favorite of Minister Fudge, Umbridge decided not to argue with Les and took the initiative to give Les a way out.

"No, I'm fine!" Les, who was angry, didn't want to accept this favor at all. He answered Umbridge's question stiffly.

The students, who were already not interested in studying, now focused all their attention on Rice. Harry and Ron exchanged glances quickly, unable to hide the smiles on their faces.

Rice actually had a conflict with the new professor? This was too good of a start!

"Is that so..." Umbridge narrowed her eyes and continued, "Then please continue reading."

She drew her wand and prepared to use a repair spell to restore the textbook that Rice had torn in half, but Rice threw the textbook on the desk and stood up.

Even though he was still underage, Rice was still a full head taller than Umbridge. When he stood up, he cast a shadow over Umbridge like a small mountain.

Godric's eyes gradually became unfocused: It's over, the situation has completely escalated.

Umbridge, who had been slapped in the face in public time and time again, could no longer bear it.

The fake smile on her face disappeared without a trace, but her voice became sweeter.

"Student Les Lint, please sit down and turn to page 5—"

"That doesn't make sense." Rice interrupted Umbridge directly.

"What?" Umbridge didn't react for a moment and asked subconsciously.

"This book doesn't teach us how to defend ourselves against the dark arts. It's a sheer waste of time to read it."

"Whether it's meaningful or not is not up to you. This is carefully selected by the Ministry of Magic--"

"Rubbish?"

Umbridge's eyes widened, she couldn't believe what she heard. The other little wizards in the classroom buried their heads in their arms to avoid being discovered by Professor Umbridge laughing wildly.

At this moment, many Gryffindor students had a subtle change in their impression of Rice.

Just regarding what was said in class today, they support Rice.

For this group of Gryffindors, they simply could not imagine that one day they would agree with what Rice said.

"This book is full of empty nonsense." Rice picked up the pages of the textbook that he had torn out, then tore it into strips and threw them in Umbridge's face.

"There are many things we should be doing right now, but reading a book like this is not one of them."

Rice's movements were so smooth and fast that Umbridge didn't have time to react at all before Rice finished the job.

After throwing the textbook fragments at Umbridge's face, Rice's anger finally subsided a little and his rationality gradually returned.

He is still full of anger, but this anger can no longer interfere with his thinking. Now Rice knows very well what he should do next.

He simply picked up his schoolbag and walked out the door.

"Les Lint!" Umbridge's anger finally broke out, "I warn you, if you step out of the classroom today, you will not be able to pass the Defense Against the Dark Arts this year! The same goes for the OWLs exam!"

Rice turned his head and looked at Umbridge as if she were a fool, then asked a question that the whole class would remember deeply.

"Ms. Umbridge, do you think we learn Defense Against the Dark Arts just to get a good grade in the exam?"

Umbridge's expression was turning pale. She took two deep breaths and forced a smile. "What else? A student's duty is to learn the precious knowledge left by their ancestors and get high enough scores in the exams."

"Students who haven't even mastered the Shield Charm, are they going to take out their OWLs exam certificates to resist dark magic when facing dark wizards?"

Umbridge clenched her fists.

"The Ministry of Magic has well-trained professionals who are capable of protecting the safety of ordinary wizards—"

"Oh? Really? Why did I hear that Potter was attacked by dark creatures during the summer vacation? Where were the professionals from the Ministry of Magic at that time? If Potter didn't know a few defensive spells, he probably wouldn't have appeared here alive!" Les looked at Umbridge coldly, trying hard to restrain his inner desire to kill.

His second wand seemed to sense his intention and emitted amazing heat in his arms, like a red-hot iron rod.

"Ah..." Umbridge's face showed a look of sudden enlightenment, "So that's how it is... Mr. Lint, you are still young and your ability to receive information is still lacking. Sometimes you are blinded by rumors without reliable sources of information -"

"Are you saying I'm lying, Professor?" Harry didn't expect that he would be involved in this quarrel while watching the show. He wanted to sit back and watch the fight, but after hearing what Umbridge said, he couldn't help but refute.

"In my class, students must raise their hands before speaking!" Umbridge found an excuse to prevaricate Harry and forcibly changed the subject, but Hermione also raised her hand at this time.

Umbridge looked at her, and although she felt that the girl would not say anything to please her, she still called Hermione up.

"your name?"

"Hermione Granger, Professor, what happened to Harry has been proven true by the Wizengamot Court—"

"That's not what this is about today, kid!"

"Then let's continue talking about this book. There is not a single word in the book that mentions how to use defensive spells." Hermione patted the textbook in her hand, expressing a similar view to Rice.

"I will not allow my students to be attacked in class, so I cannot imagine that there will be a situation in my class that requires you to use defensive spells. You are not specially trained education experts by the Ministry of Magic, and you are not qualified to judge whether the teaching materials are qualified or not.

Our new learning program and materials have been designed by wizards and witches much older and wiser than you. You will learn defensive spells in a safe and risk-free manner."

When they heard "much older and wiser", both Les and Godric let out a weird laugh.

In terms of age and intelligence, no one present was as good as them.

Umbridge ignored these strange voices and continued firmly, "I don't want to criticize some of the ways this school is run, but in this class you have come into contact with several very irresponsible wizards and even some particularly dangerous half-human, half-beasts."

Umbridge's comments on Professor Lupin angered the Gryffindor students, who raised their hands one after another, reported their names, and questioned Umbridge.

The situation was gradually getting out of control until Harry said something earth-shattering.

"Who do you imagine would attack kids like you?"

"Hmm, let me think? Maybe - Voldemort?"

When this taboo name appeared in the classroom, many people were frightened.

Ron gasped, Lavender Brown let out a low scream, and Parvati tilted her body and almost fell off the bench.

"Ten points deducted from Gryffindor." Umbridge showed a satisfied expression on her face.

"Okay, let me make a few things clear." After Umbridge walked back to the podium, she put her hands on the podium, leaned forward, looked at the students in the classroom and said, "Someone told you that a dark wizard has come back to life. This is nonsense."

Harry was enraged. He shouted, "He's back. I fought him!"

"Another ten points deducted from Gryffindor." Umbridge's expression did not change at all, and she was even a little proud. "Mr. Potter, you have earned yourself a chance to be detained. It will be at five o'clock tomorrow evening. In my office."

"Everyone, listen carefully. The story of dark wizards coming back to life is pure nonsense. The Ministry of Magic guarantees that you will not encounter any danger from dark wizards. If someone uses the nonsense of dark wizards coming back to life to scare you and attract attention, I am ready to help you at any time because I am your friend. Okay, please continue reading page five, 'Basic Principles for Beginners'."

At this time, except Godric, no one was paying attention to Les standing by the door.

Harry stood up from his seat and walked into the aisle between the two tables.

"So according to you, Cedric fell to his death by accident? No, he was murdered! Voldemort killed him, and you turned a deaf ear and dumb for a whole summer, pretending that nothing happened!!!"

The classroom was silent.

Looking at the angry Harry, Umbridge who had completely stopped her hypocritical smile behind the podium, and the students in the classroom who were trembling at the sound of Voldemort's name, Rice felt as if something had broken in his mind.

He laughed out loud, and his laughter became more and more crazy.

He successfully attracted everyone's attention.

Rice threw his schoolbag to the ground, walked back, and walked to the front of the classroom step by step.

"A lousy third-rate wizard has messed up Hogwarts and made everyone uneasy. It's really decadent. Hogwarts has fallen!" Rice glanced at his "classmates" in the classroom.

"You don't even dare to call him by his name, and you're from Gryffindor! Godric Gryffindor is watching you! I, a Slytherin, am ashamed of you."

"It's time for this farce to end, Umbridge. I give you a choice."

Umbridge looked up in confusion, as if she didn't understand what Rice was saying.

"Resign from your position as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts and return to your Ministry of Magic. You are not suitable for this position, and the Ministry of Magic has no right to interfere with Hogwarts. This is my last act of kindness and goodwill, and I hope you will not be ungrateful."

Everyone's eyes widened and they began to question their ears.

What is Rice talking about? He actually asked a professor to resign on his own? Why does he have the confidence to say such a thing?

"I am Senior Undersecretary to the Ministry of Magic, appointed by Minister Cornelius Fudge himself -"

"So you're refusing to resign?"

"how dare you--"

Before Umbridge could finish her words, Rice raised her hand.

His movements were so swift that few could see what he did, except that Umbridge's head spun off her neck.

Everyone was stunned, and Godric sighed.

Rice used a Flying Charm to take Umbridge's head back into his hand, and then said calmly: "You see, there will still be situations in your class where you need to use defensive spells. It would be great if you could release the Shield Charm in time."

The students finally reacted and screams rang out in the classroom. The students near the door ran towards the door like crazy.

Les watched them escape quietly, and soon only Godric, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were left in the classroom.

"You are too impulsive, Les." Godric said in a reproachful tone: "How can this be--"

"It doesn't matter. I just want to have a good time. Do you think that if I kill Voldemort, it will cause a huge disturbance to fate?"

Godric nodded with a complicated expression.

He knew that his old friend had completely lost control and no one could stop him. Fortunately, he did not choose the most cruel way: killing everyone in Hogwarts.

Harry and the other two were completely confused. They had no idea why things had turned out like this. Rice and Godric were clearly talking in English, but they couldn't understand a single word they said.

There were too many doubts in their minds, and even Godric became so unfamiliar.

"I felt the fluctuation of the power of destiny, and my guess was correct." Les threw the head in his hand to Godric.

"You continue playing house with the children. I'm going to take care of my business." Rice seemed to have heard the footsteps coming from the corridor. He walked slowly to the window of the classroom, smoothed his hair, then opened the window and jumped out.

After jumping out of the window, Rice did not fall to the ground, but glided close to the ground like a bird.

When Professor McGonagall and others rushed into the classroom, they only saw Les Lint's back flying towards the Forbidden Forest in the distance.

He left Hogwarts again.

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Update, good night.