Chapter 356: Azkaban Explodes
When the students had copied down everything on the blackboard, Umbridge took out Magical Defense Theory and said:
"What you need to do now is to read 'Chapter 1, Basic Principles' silently and write it down."
After hearing what they were going to do, the students' hearts, which had been lifted by the "scam", sank to the bottom.
They all opened the books in their hands listlessly and looked listless.
Having experienced the teaching styles of many professors, they had already guessed that there would only be theory classes this year.
Umbridge ignored the students' dissatisfaction and walked to the chair behind the podium and sat down.
His eyes were scanning the entire classroom, as if looking for someone who was not paying attention.
Wright didn't care. All he had to do now was wait for the plan to progress steadily.
Whether you want to avoid disturbing yourself or not, it doesn’t matter whether the class is taught by a human or a dog, and whether the teaching is theory or practice.
Just as Wright was daydreaming, the low murmurs of silent reading in the classroom slowly dissipated.
Then, Umbridge's voice rang out in the classroom:
"Student, do you have any questions about the content of Chapter 1, or do you have any questions about it?"
Wright came back to his senses and looked at Hermione who had not even opened the book and had her hand raised.
It was her action that attracted the attention of all the students in the classroom.
Hermione ignored the look and looked at Umbridge seriously, saying firmly:
“I have no problem with the content of the book, but I do have a problem with your course objectives.”
Umbridge gave a professional fake smile and said in a strangled voice, "I wonder what the problem is?"
"I noticed that the courses you arranged did not mention any defensive spells at all."
Hermione was very straightforward and didn't beat around the bush to embellish herself.
Umbridge, still smirking, looked at Hermione disapprovingly and said, "Defensive spells?"
"In my class, there's no need for this kind of thing. It's safe here."
"What about us outside? Don't you know what the situation is like now?"
For some reason, Hermione, who always respected her professor, became rarely angry.
Umbridge also began to become impatient, her tone became impatient, and even her voice began to become rough:
"Under the protection of the Ministry of Magic, you don't need to worry about such problems."
"You will be safe. As for defensive and offensive magic, you don't need to learn it at all."
She obviously didn't say anything overly harsh, but her voice, distorted by anger, seemed to infect the entire classroom.
Hearing this voice, Wright also felt a little strangely unhappy.
All the students were breathing faster and their faces turned red due to the excitement.
In this tense atmosphere, Harry stood up, his eyes slightly bloodshot, and accused in a cold voice:
"If the Ministry of Magic could solve the problem, then we wouldn't want to learn magic so much."
"Not only did you allow the Death Eaters to wreak havoc, you also concealed the news about Voldemort!"
As the name Voldemort appeared, the classroom was quiet at first, and then became noisy.
The whole classroom now is as noisy as a vegetable market.
Seeing Harry standing up, Wright immediately realized that the Horcrux was out of control!
As the classroom became more and more chaotic, Umbridge stopped speaking in a strangled voice and began to scream and shout:
"That's enough. The mysterious man is dead. Now only his minions are doing evil!"
"And you, the cowards, have no right to blame us. If you can do it, go ahead!"
"How dare you hide in this safest place and let us die?"
These slightly sharp words were accompanied by strong negative emotions.
It's like pouring a spoonful of cold water into a boiling oil pan, causing it to explode.
Countless shouts and screams rang out in the classroom.
Some impulsive students even took out their wands.
Just when the verbal dispute was about to turn into a fight!
An extremely strange voice swept across the entire classroom with magical power:
"Mass message: Fainted!"
Except for Wright who cast the spell, all the students in the classroom collapsed to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.
After putting everyone down, he walked over to Harry, who had fainted on the ground but seemed about to wake up at any moment.
After sensing the negative emotions flowing out from the scar on his forehead.
Thick black fog spread out, and under Wright's control, it turned into a magic circle that was imprinted on the lightning scar.
While interrupting the connection between Harry and Voldemort, the negative emotions released were dispelled.
Watching Harry gradually recover from his deep sleep, Wright had a bad feeling in his heart:
"It looks like something went wrong!"
"It should be that Voldemort has become stronger, and Harry, as a Horcrux, has also been more strongly affected."
"Could this be the reason why Snape gave me the news?"
"Or maybe he just wanted to remind me, but he didn't expect such a big change to happen."
While Wright was thinking, Fudge suddenly sent a message, which made him scream out:
"What?! Azkaban is gone!"
"It's not like it was destroyed by violence, but it's like it was swallowed up."
……
The time goes back to noon today, to the huge and strange castle on the isolated island in the North Sea - Azkaban!
Once again, a black carriage pulled by Night arrived, but still without an Auror following.
As the coachman, Karkaroff, who looked much older, respectfully opened the door of the carriage.
A bald man in a black robe, with skin as pale as bones and red eyes, slowly stepped down from the carriage.
As he walked forward, he didn't wait for the old man on guard to appear and inquire about the person who came.
Countless Dementors swarmed in and surrounded Voldemort as he walked towards the castle.
Passing through the door opened by the Dementors, he came into the castle.
Through the cell door, Voldemort saw many empty cells, and he felt something was wrong.
Surrounded by Dementors, Karkaroff suppressed his panic and walked in with a hunched back.
Seeing so many empty cells, he couldn't help but say: "Great Master!"
"My compatriots don't seem to be here. Could they have already..."
As Karkaroff spoke, he looked up carefully and took in everything in the castle.
Voldemort did not respond, as could be seen from his gloomy expression.
He is in a very uneasy mood, even very anxious.
After observing carefully for a long time again and making sure that the Death Eaters were no longer here.
Voldemort did not choose to leave directly, but instead drove the Dementors to bring out all the remaining prisoners.
He planned to ask carefully what happened here.
