"Mr. Anderson... Professor Umbridge asked me to... to pass this... on to you."
Albert was having dinner with Fred, George and Lee Jordan when a junior girl lowered her head and handed the parchment to Albert tremblingly.
"Thank you." Albert reached out to take the parchment and thanked the other party.
The girl blushed and hurried away.
"You're still as popular as ever," Fred teased.
"Shouldn't the point be that Umbridge invites Albert to tea?" George said, rolling his eyes at Fred.
"I always feel that Umbridge has bad intentions." Lee Jordan frowned and asked, "What do you think she wants to do?"
"Is this important?" Albert said indifferently, "Umbridge is just a guy who relies on his position to jump around."
"Toad!"
The three of them looked at each other and laughed in unison.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Albert knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on time and pushed the door open to walk into the office amid Umbridge's sharp girlish voice.
"Take a seat, Mr. Anderson."
Umbridge "warmly" entertained Albert, but there was no kindness in her eyes.
After Albert glanced at the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, he sat down opposite Umbridge.
The old witch in front of him said in a shrill voice, "What do you like to drink, black tea, milk, pumpkin juice or butter beer?"
"I prefer milk tea."
Albert took out his wand and waved it lightly, creating a cup of steaming milk tea out of thin air. He picked up the cup and took a sip, not caring at all about the change in Umbridge's expression.
"Okay professor, what do you want from me?"
"I don't think there's any need for us to have a conflict."
Umbridge stared at the guy in front of her who was smiling elegantly, and she wanted to punch him in the face, but she held back because it would be useless.
What's more, she couldn't beat Albert.
"I'm sorry, Professor, I don't understand what you are saying?"
Albert looked at Umbridge with a puzzled look, as if he was confused about the meaning of the other's words.
"Questions from Defense Against the Dark Arts class."
Umbridge took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure and the smirk on her face.
"That has nothing to do with me." Albert shook his head.
"It has nothing to do with you?"
Umbridge repeated, her eyes fixed on Albert, as if trying to read his thoughts.
Unfortunately, Umbridge doesn't know Legilimency, and even if she did, she wouldn't be able to see Albert's true thoughts.
When their eyes met, Umbridge flinched as if she had been burned by fire.
"I just want to make good use of the books in the Hogwarts library and spend my last year of school. If you pay special attention, I am in the library most of the time." Albert seemed to see through Umbridge's thoughts, and a contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Also, I am actually very busy. I really don't have time to play house games with you."
"Playing house?" Umbridge repeated, eyes wide. She had never expected to receive such a comment.
Are your actions, in the eyes of the other party, as boring as childish games
The guy in front of her didn't take her or the Ministry of Magic seriously at all.
"Isn't it?" Albert looked at the trembling Umbridge in confusion.
"I know what you want to do, but it has nothing to do with me." Albert's tone was indifferent, as if he was talking about a trivial matter. "I have my own things to do, or do you think that I can have so many titles just by bending down and picking them up from the ground?"
Umbridge opened her mouth, her expression almost twisted, but she still suppressed her anger, forced herself to keep a fake smile, and kindly reminded, "With your ability, if you enter magic..."
"I'm not interested in joining the Ministry of Magic after graduation." Albert interrupted directly, "If it's all right, I'll leave first. I have to return the books before the library closes."
Albert waved his wand and made the empty cup of tea disappear.
"If you don't want to attend the Defense Against the Dark Arts Advanced Class, I allow you to skip it and go directly to the final exam. Anyway, with your level, you should be able to pass it easily." Umbridge stated the main purpose of looking for Albert. She had to disintegrate the group of seventh-year students to prevent them from continuing to oppose her.
“Oh, that’s great.”
Albert guessed Umbridge's purpose, but he didn't care about her tricks because he never thought of leading the students of Hogwarts to fight Umbridge head-on.
How boring that would be.
The students' battle of wits and courage with Umbridge is the source of joy in Hogwarts, and who knows, more tasks may emerge.
"Oh, by the way, here's some friendly advice for you: be careful of curses."
"curse?"
"As one of the most dangerous dark wizards in the world, the curse left by the mysterious man is undoubtedly very dangerous. If you take it lightly, you will definitely suffer bad luck." Albert said meaningfully, "This is the result of countless professors' personal practice."
After Albert stood up and left the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Umbridge could no longer hold back the fake smile on her face.
"Damn it, damn mudblood!"
Umbridge angrily swept everything on the desk to the ground, venting her inner anger. Students passing by the Defense Against the Dark Arts office could hear the cursing and the sound of smashing things coming from the office.
After venting her anger, Umbridge's face became even gloomier, and her disgust for Albert rose rapidly.
Of course, it was also related to the fact that Albert received the reward for the mission left over from that year.
Umbridge had no way to deal with Albert. She had already told her with her tough attitude that he was not someone to be trifled with.
In fact, Umbridge had already asked other Slytherin students, and Albert did not join others to boycott the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
At least the Slytherin students didn't get any news, but this made Umbridge even more fearful.
Umbridge was particularly clear about where the large number of students in the advanced classes came from.
If necessary, she believed that the group of seventh-grade students would not mind letting her go and asking Albert to come on stage to teach them.
The other party undoubtedly has this ability.
student
No, the identity of a student was simply a joke to Albert.
No one cared about his grades. Even if he really let the other party miss it, the blame would eventually be directed at the Ministry of Magic.
Public opinion offensive
Stop joking.
In addition to the Daily Prophet, many newspapers and magazines have reported the news that Albert won the duel championship, which is enough to prove that he also has a strong influence on other magazines and newspapers.
Do you really think the Ministry of Magic can control all public opinion
Umbridge wasn't that stupid.
Chapter 997 Umbridge's Trick