"Well, Harry," Hermione asked worriedly, "What did Professor McGonagall say?"
"Professor McGonagall said she couldn't make Umbridge change her mind." Harry ate the food in front of him calmly, not taking it to heart at all.
"What then?" Ron asked anxiously.
"What can I do? I'll go to Umbridge for detention, of course."
Harry turned his head to look at the people whispering around him, and buried his head in eating again. He never thought that other people's malice could be so obvious.
Those who were whispering to each other, those who were looking at him strangely, didn't care whether Harry could hear their discussions.
On the contrary, they seemed to be hoping that Harry would get angry and wanted to see his ugly face when he was angry.
"Umbridge's plan was quite successful!"
Harry poured a tranquilizer from the medicine bottle and threw it into his mouth, saying indifferently, "She just wants me to admit that Voldemort has not returned, so that the Ministry of Magic can publicize it. Even if I tell the truth or not, I will be isolated by the whole school."
Hermione and Ron looked at each other, and they could see the worry in each other's eyes.
"People are afraid to face the cruel truth." Harry said self-deprecatingly, "The number of wizards who think I'm lying can be lined up from the entrance hall to the other end of the hall."
"Harry, what did you eat?" Ron asked in a low voice.
"You mean this?"
Harry expressionlessly pulled out a medicine bottle from his robe pocket and introduced it to Hermione and Ron: "A sedative. Sirius gave it to me before I came to Hogwarts. The dose is very small, but it can keep me calm for a short period of time."
"You keep eating this?" Hermione felt increasingly uneasy.
"Yes, since the last trial, I found that it is important to stay calm." Harry put the bottle of medicine back into his pocket and said calmly, "Anderson is right. Mindless rage can't solve the problem. So sometimes when I can't control my emotions, I will take a pill to calm myself down."
"Is it really effective?" Ron was a little skeptical.
"Of course it works." Harry knew what they were worried about and continued, "Umbridge is not a quiet person. She will try to change Hogwarts, which will definitely make everyone angry. What's more, Umbridge's teaching level is really bad. This is a cruel fact that cannot be changed in any way."
Ignoring the gossip around him, Harry finished the last of the food on the plate, took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of his mouth, looking very calm.
"What about the Quidditch tryouts?" Ron suddenly asked.
"I don't think it's possible. Umbridge probably won't let me play Quidditch comfortably." Harry said to Ron, "You ask Angelina to find a substitute. I might not be able to play in the game. Forget it, I'll go find her myself. I remember Albert is a very good seeker."
Harry had no intention of telling Ron and Hermione about the conversation he had with Albert in Professor McGonagall's office. Besides, this was not a good place to whisper.
He knew very well that the plan sounded very credible and seemed very feasible, but it was hard to say whether it would be useful.
Overall, it all depended on luck, and when Umbridge would buy him a drink.
After dinner, Harry found Angelina at the Gryffindor table and told her about his situation.
"So, you put yourself in detention," Angelina yelled at Harry.
"Umbridge targeted me on the first day she entered Hogwarts, and there was nothing I could do about it." Harry's tone was calm. "I suggest you find Anderson as a substitute, or let him take my position as seeker."
Angelina was stunned by Harry's words. She remembered what Albert said at the opening party. She didn't expect it to come true so soon.
"He said he was busy." Angelina left angrily. She quickly found Albert who was reading in the library and told him about Harry.
"In fact, the possibility of you winning the championship this year is extremely low." After listening to Angelina's words, Albert kindly reminded: "Umbridge will definitely favor Slytherin. She always needs to win over a house. At that time, she only needs to find an excuse to get Potter banned. If you don't have a suitable seeker, you can let Ginny Weasley try first. Her skills are not bad."
"Banned?" Angelina repeated in disbelief.
"Are you surprised?" Albert put down the book and looked at Angelina who was sitting weakly on the chair. "Potter was in a formal court during the summer vacation and was almost deprived of his qualifications as a wizard by the Ministry of Magic."
"Just because of the mysterious man?" Angelina asked with wide eyes.
"He is the savior and Dumbledore's favorite student." Albert nodded and said, "The Ministry of Magic has been cracking down on Dumbledore recently, and Potter is just a byproduct."
After Angelina walked away with a depressed look on her face, Fred, George and Lee Jordan appeared from nowhere.
"What does she want you to do?" Fred asked curiously.
"About Potter's detention."
"Harry has worked really hard." George sighed.
"After all, he is the savior, so it's normal for him to work hard." Albert said calmly, "I think he probably has a premonition."
Harry has indeed grown a lot, especially when he calms down, his fighting power has soared.
"The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is really terrible." Lee Jordan got back to the point. "We have spread the news. I think most people know what the situation is with this class."
"Do you think everyone will boycott Umbridge together?" George felt that the probability of this happening was not high.
"It depends. Generally it's difficult, but..." Albert said meaningfully, "There are always special circumstances."
"What special circumstances?"
…
"Good morning, students!"
Umbridge said with a smirk on her face as the class entered the classroom on Wednesday morning.
However, no one responded.
There was an eerie silence in the classroom.
"That won't do," said Professor Umbridge. "I want you to say, 'Good morning, Professor Umbridge.' Please say that again. Good morning, students!"
The classroom was still dead silent. Everyone was looking at the words on the blackboard and began to whisper to each other.
“So it’s true.”
"She really can't teach Defense Against the Dark Arts!"
"Then what should we do?"
“I wonder if Anderson will give us extra lessons!”
"I heard that he has something to do this year and won't give extra lessons."
"What should I do then..."
The classroom was filled with whispers, and no one really gave Umbridge any respect, not to mention that the head boy and girl student unions simply ignored Umbridge's words.
There was no way around it, because they had all heard that Umbridge's teaching was as boring as Professor Binns', and that she didn't teach anyone useful knowledge.
Theory is useless. We won't test it.
This is because we don’t want them to get good grades!
What is the Ministry of Magic's intention
Umbridge's smile gradually froze. She didn't expect that the seventh-year students would not give her any face. She looked at the head of the boy and girl student unions, cleared her throat, and said, "Mr. Anderson? Miss McDougal."
"Umbridge... Professor," Albert said slowly, "You also know the pressure we are about to face this year. Everyone just wants to get excellent grades in the next exam so that they can get good jobs after graduation next year. Can you list the defense against the dark arts spells that need to be mastered this year, as well as the key points that may be involved in the exam, so that we can prepare for it after class?"
As soon as Albert finished speaking, applause broke out in the classroom.
Umbridge's face became even uglier. She took a deep breath and said, "Oh, of course, the purpose of the school is to let students pass the exam. The Ministry of Magic believes that theoretical knowledge can help you more effectively, considering that you didn't have a qualified teacher before..."
"Professor, we have finished learning the theory." Digory interrupted.
"Professor, what we need is for everyone to get high scores in the exam." Katrina reminded bluntly.
"Professor, this is not the garbage we need."
"Professor, does the Ministry intend to fail us?"
"Professor, if you can't do it, let your assistant teach the class instead!"
"professor… "
"professor… "
"professor… "
There are a lot of students in this Defense Against the Dark Arts advanced class, all thanks to Albert. After Lupin and Barty Jr.'s classes, everyone now pays more attention to their grades, not to mention that there are rumors about Voldemort outside.
Regardless of whether it's true or not, it's more important to learn some useful defense against the dark arts.
As for learning theories, they are not meant to fool others.
Of course, if no one took the lead, colluded, and instigated discord, no student in the class would dare to confront Umbridge head-on.
But now their student union president is taking the lead.
Well, not really, but Albert was clearly unhappy with Umbridge's crappy lessons.
This is undoubtedly a good opportunity. No one wants to endure such a course, especially the most important one in their life. Even Slytherin students don't want to get a passing grade or worse in Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Therefore, Umbridge must not be allowed to mess around in their Defense Against the Dark Arts class. If not, Umbridge should be allowed to go away and let Albert teach them.
Albert is not free the rest of the time, but he is definitely free during class time.
That's the duel champion.
A fierce man who can fight against dark wizards without blinking an eye.
No one would doubt Albert's teaching ability.
"Ahem, of course we believe that you are an excellent teacher," Albert coughed lightly and signaled everyone to be quiet.
"Given the actual situation of this course, everyone has to prepare in advance." He did not intend to continue to force Umbridge, and was ready to stop when he saw that it was going well, so as to avoid a bad ending, so he changed the subject.
"We are simply concerned that Headmaster Dumbledore has not informed you of the true circumstances of this course."
Someone in the classroom said this, causing laughter and whispers.
"What is the truth about this course?"
Umbridge found that everyone was looking at her strangely.
"Professor, you really don't know?" Lee Jordan looked surprised.
"This position is said to have been cursed by a mysterious person." Fred's voice was shaking a little, and it was unclear whether it was because he was scared or he was trying hard not to laugh.
"No professor has been able to teach safely for a year. Since we entered the first year, two professors have died, one is missing and suspected to be dead, one was almost sucked away by the Dementors, and one was seriously injured and needed to stay in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries forever. The best result was Professor Bard in the first year. He knew about the curse and ran away halfway through the class."
Everyone looked at Umbridge with pity, as if her fate was already determined.
Umbridge's face turned livid.
"I bet Headmaster Dumbledore didn't tell her the truth about this subject."
"Maybe she didn't take the curse seriously at all and thought it was fake."
"I remember Lockhart didn't believe it either, and the result... was really tragic!"
"It's really tragic. I heard it won't get better."
Umbridge naturally knew about the curse. After all, she had studied at Hogwarts and naturally knew something about the curse. She didn't take it seriously at all, but... the curse seemed to be real
Umbridge looked very unhappy, and she felt that she needed to investigate the matter.
However, she never expected that the presidents of the male and female student unions would bring people to attack her in the first class.
Of course, even though the actual situation might not be the case, Umbridge was still convinced that this matter had something to do with them.
What made her most uncomfortable was that Albert Anderson was not easy to deal with!
Yes, it's very difficult to deal with.
Because he actually did nothing, he just raised an issue that everyone was concerned about, and it was her personal fault that it turned out like this.
Everyone will only think that Umbridge's teaching is problematic and causes dissatisfaction among students.
Umbridge did not dare to confront the students head on. She arranged for them to study from certain pages of the textbook and asked Albert to help watch the class. Then she left immediately to avoid making the problem worse by staying. If that happened, she would not even have the chance to step down. Even if she wanted to deal with it, it was not now.
Everyone looked at Umbridge's back as she left, and immediately everyone turned their eyes to Anderson who was sitting in the teacher's seat.
"Why don't you give us a lecture?" someone suggested.
"Forget it, I don't want to test the power of the curse myself," Albert had no intention of teaching others.
"What about our Defense Against the Dark Arts exam?"
"I can provide you with the key points of the exam and some references." Albert took out his wand, knocked on the blackboard behind him, and said to the students below, "If you want to copy the key points, copy them slowly. If you want to sleep, sleep. Don't talk loudly and disturb others."
Everyone looked at each other and took out parchment and quills. The classroom suddenly fell into an eerie silence, with only the sound of quills writing on parchment. Everyone was copying down the key points. They all had a premonition that it would be difficult for them to learn truly useful knowledge in Umbridge's class.
Otherwise, really get that guy out.
In the past, perhaps no student would have such an idea, but now it is different because they have Albert.
Chapter 996: A Show of Power